The Revenge Masquerade – The Dragon Legacy #2

The poll to help me decide the title for #2 The Dragon Legacy is now over.

The results are:

75% of people voted for The Revenge Masquerade.

25% for Witches Wolves Magic and Masquerade.

As The Revenge  Masquerade is my  favourite I am happy to accept the majority decision.

The working title for Jasmine and Zane’s adventure will be The Revenge  Masquerade.

Check out My Pinterest page here on my website for the latest pins  on the story.

The Rafflecopter giveaway which accompanied the poll has a winner Shelley who wins an EBook of The Dragon Legacy and the handmade necklace on The Dragon Legacy – Fleur Pinterest Board

The Dragon Legacy Covercrystal necklace

Interested in The Revenge Masquerade?

Check out my previous posts click the links below:

Italy – The Perfect Setting for a Sexy  Fantasy

 Valentine’s Day in The Italian Lakes – The Dragon Legacy #2 A Date With Jasmine and Zane

Jasmine and Zane’s Story – Update and Excerpt

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  1. There is a curious tale about Lazise around 1990. Has anyone else ever heard about the story by Giovanni Della Scala? See below.
    I would like to tell you a tale that my grandmother told me before she died in 2007. It is a tale of a beautiful white Swan she gave bread to each morning near the small harbour in our village of Lazise. The tale is one of magic and mystery because I have never heard of anyone being able to talk to a Swan before. But my grandmother believed in the tale until the day she died.

    “The story starts on one hot clear summers night more than twenty years ago. The Swan was resting near the garden of an old lakeside villa. His sleep was not deep so he heard the young couple swimming towards him in the lake. They must have started their swim from somewhere close to the war memorial that glowed in a pale light from the old street lamps near the harbour´s entrance. They were laughing and joking and stopped to rest at the lakeside near the large garden. They talked about the beauty and enchantment of the lake and climbed into the garden and lay on the grass looking up at the stars. The young lady was tall with long golden hair and large blue eyes. She spoke perfect English but with a Northern European accent. The man was tall and spoke perfect English.

    They stayed in the garden for many hours talking about different places they had visited during their lives. There appeared to be a sense of familiarity between them but from what the Swan could understand they had only just met. At one moment the lady laughed a little too loud and caused a neighbour´s dog to bark and shatter the tranquility. They joked about “Adam and Eve” but the Swan could see no apples. Towards dawn a cockerel woke up and let everyone know a new day was about to start.

    The young couple sneaked back into the lake and swam back towards the harbour entrance. The lady with long golden hair swam like a “mermaid”. The Swan, full of curiosity, decided to follow the pair and when they had dried and dressed into their clothes, they embraced and said their goodbyes. The lady left first and the Swan heard her quietly call back to the young man and say, “You´re a man of destiny. Did you know you have a twin?” The young man smiled and as their eyes met for a final time he knew she was a very special and amazing person. The Swan then heard her quietly sobbing as she walked away from the harbour towards a restaurant called Albergo Alla Grotta and say to herself, “No-one will ever know how much I love you” and then vanished into a small, narrow alley wiping away her tears.

    The young man stayed for a while by the lake and sat with his feet hanging over the edge. He noticed the Swan and smiled and said, “So you´re our only witness”. He then watched the orange glow of the reflected sunrise on the mountains at the opposite side of the lake deep in happy reflective thought.

    The Swan moved closer to him and was within a meters distance hoping he had some food. He smiled and asked to be forgiven for not having any bread. The Swan wondered about the strange but interesting events of the early hours and watched the young man intently. Then just as the morning chorus of birds was starting to come into full voice a sudden silence fell around everywhere and everything. There was no noise at all. Just a deadly silence. It was like everything had stopped and been frozen in time.

    The Swan and the young man looked at each other trying to understand the meaning of the deadly silence. A silence of which seemed to go on for an eternity. Slowly, the chorus started again eventually building up to a celebration of morning harmony. The Swan had never experienced anything like it before and was very superstitious of the abnormal event.

    The young man and the Swan however sensed that nature was sending a warning about something not being right. That same feeling and a sense of “forebode” and fear was experienced again by my grandmother one morning when the Swan fell sick and died at the lakeside. My grandmother believed the Swan had been poisoned. He revealed a “final secret” to her that may never be told. The sense of “forebode” is a strange feeling that is very difficult to explain. Perhaps it is linked to the sixth sense and the only way to understand that unusual feeling is to live it through experience”.

    I often walk down to the harbour, sit by the war memorial and let the lake take my thoughts on peace and liberty to places far away. I read the inscriptions and think about the days gone by. I wonder about my grand parents lives and the journey they made in that strange old thing called “life”. There is a curious magic about the story of the Swan because there was a rumour about a most beautiful young lady from Holland with golden hair being verbally abused and beaten by an aggressive male in Lazise village square more than twenty years ago. The police and an ambulance were called and it is not known what became of her.

    For me the story has something hidden between the lines and if it´s true or not it conjures up the power of love, risk and tragedy. Whatever the two young people talked about during the short time they spent together I guess we will never know. Was it something that changed the course of history? – I don´t know. But looking at the Lazise war memorial today and considering the village Patron Saint I would like to think something good came out of my grandmother´s tale about the “Swan of Lazise” and the mystery of the two romantic friends all those years ago.

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