The butterflies *not done with story*

The Butterflies

By: Tiffany

"You start with an imagination, you add color and
let it soar."

First Sight

She was Amabelle nickname: Ambella, and she was a fairy not a butterfly.
Fairies were butterflies descendants and they lived peacefully together.
More than a fairy she was The Fairy, the one to erase all harm,
The protector of the little kingdom. Her story
seems like a fairytale the way I write it, BUT what
if everything wasn't what it would seem. What if
this was a tragic story. Full of hate, power, and
even death? I will tell this story so you know
what everyone has overlooked.

It was a hard pregnancy, mother Izaoi was in so
much pain through her 4 months. She would scream,
kick, and cry uncontrollably. Everyone thought
that the child she was going to bear would be
evil or of higher power. They were very nervous
when she was going to deliver her child prematurely
by 5 months. In the dim ma lounge, the fairy and
butterfly cousins and grandparents weep ed at the
screams inside the room. After 2 hours of screaming
the child was released from the mother. Tens of
thousands of Apple soldiers were tense as they
waited for the verdict of her nature. The young
child was easy to touch the doctors said. The
doctors even let Izaoi hold her child. "A girl,"
Izaoi moaned. Her face was very hot and happy
in the husbands eyes. The husband on the other
hand was teary eyed looking at his wife remembering
her when she was in pain and when he couldn't do
anything. He couldn't even tell her everything
would be fine because he didn't know the outcome.
Resentment began to infest the husbands eyes.
Izaoi looked at her husband and smiled saying,
"what happens happens but whatever happens please
still know I'm happy, I love you and I wouldn't
change anything about this child." He nodded still
mad. The baby girl had a beautiful smile everyone
noticed as they walked in to visit. Many tried to
convince the princesses guards that she was fine
but they were still tense about something else.
A messenger butterfly from princess Apple's castle
came to the dim ma lounge with a message of
escorting the guards from the building. They left
immediately looking back quickly with fear in their
eyes. "The little fairy girl," Izaoi began in front
of her whole family. "We will name her Ambella."
What happens happens..

Dilemma's

The child Amabelle grew up slowly. She was very
premature. Everyone in the family
was very restless looking at her and comparing
her to the other children in the neighborhood.
Izaoi though wasn't worried and she explained her
theory saying that its because she was so premature
and that with time she will develop healthy and
strong. They said they will hold her to that.
That day was the mistake, for the next day Amabelle
stood up by herself. Everyone in the room thought
their heads exploded. Also in the same day she
started to hum. A tune they never heard, never
taught her. They started to keep an eye on her at
night in case she was having visitors of any kind.
What they didn't know was that she was destined
for royalty. What they didn't know was that there
was going to be a repeat of a old ritual that
the girls of royalty would do to their fathers.
The royal princess would kill their own father
with the "hymn of a wayward child" only destined
queens carry this hum in their heads and use
it correctly. The next three days the little girl
started to speak. No, she did not say just a word
she spoke a sentence she said, "when I become
known will you all still love me?" Of course she
was serious she was very breathtaking, literally,
some members of the family fainted and woke up
later smiling and nodding. Izaoi was the only one who
best supported her daughter. On the other hand
the father resented his daughter. He started to
treat her with much hate. Amabelle noticed this
all too well, and it was because this was her plan
from the start. From the start it was the destined
queen to take control of her mothers life and
end her fathers life. It was exactly the cycle.
And for all you readers, I'm not going to make an
exception. I'm just going to put you in suspense.


Awaking

Amabelle woke up with a bad cold, and she coughed
at 2:45am. Izaoi was the first to respond to her
child while the father tried to drown out her
cough. Izaoi held onto Amabelle, "Amabelle?" Izaoi said
in a concerned voice, "Do you want your wings rubbed,
or would you like something to drink? What would
you like?"
Amabelle at that moment was overcome
with the praise she wondered for a moment if her own
mother had become her servant. She took a long
inhale and asked where her daddy was. Izaoi's face
dropped a bit but she said
"Your father had a long day and is sleeping." Amabelle could see the almost
lie in her mothers eyes and accepted that.
"Mama," she said in her sweetened angelic musical voice.
"Can I have some water and sleep in the crib tonight?"
Izaoi looked at her child in shock, but then
she closed her droopy eyes and Amabelle knew she got
her trapped.
"Okay." Izaoi said sleepily and she
scooped Amabelle in her arms and into the main
room cradling her head and laying her softly in the
handmade crib her father made. Izaoi then went to
fetch her water. Amabelle lay there with a blank
expression on her face. She then swiftly turned
her head to hear her father snore exactly a second
later. The expression on her face now was bitter
hate anger and anticipation. Her thoughts were full
of "other" ways to kill her father. She thought
humming his death was too nice of a punishment
for the resentment he felt for her and she wanted
him to feel death. Feel the slow and painful
suffering of death. She wanted him to die the
way a child is born. The wave of frustration
pain pressure oxygen gone and the continued pain.
Yes, she was thinking death would be more painful
than the way she was born. Than life. She felt
so happy the moment she declared war that she wanted
to break all the rules and fly. Before she could
consider that though, Izaoi came in with a beautiful
gold crystal cup filled with water from the crystal
lakes. At that moment she had her mother on the
forefront of her mind and her every thought, well
almost every thought, revolved around what her
mother would think. Her mother her life now, she
wouldn't need her father, none would.

Father's Walk

It was a foggy day in the town. All that could be
heard was the buzzing of wings and the children
playing their games. That day though was a day
everyone wouldn't forget. It started with a common
crash. A little girl named Kamila who had started
to use her wings crashed into a oxygen-store completely
having her the center of attention. STRIKE, thought
Amabelle her mind fluttered because she smelt the
spill of blood. FATHER WILL DIE NOW, she thought
this with much cruelty in her voice. Amabelle was
not a child of wings yet to the towns knowledge, so she
had to look around to make sure not one single person or thing
was watching her. That's when her wings sprang from her body the
beautiful wings not one person in this kind of
town would have. These beautiful wings belonged
to royalty children. She contemplated how to get to her father
and what was a good enough distance where she could say, "Yes father
I am your killer the Queen of this Kingdom." She decided to fly
fast and low so it would seem like she was just running. Her wings
were quiet and invisible to the people of this town.