The DRAGON and the BUTTERFLY
For centuries before the recording of time Dragons ruled the lands, andDragons ruled the skies. It was until the creation of a strange innocent creature that sparked a time for change. It was a Butterfly. The dominant Dragons had never seen something so small, something so beautiful. The Butterfly’s wings were small and thin, but fast and strong. They were vibrant and came in many colors. Their wings were stunning shades, of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, colors even mixed together to fashion even more breathtaking colors.
The Dragons looked to the Butterflies as works of art, and wanted to thank the one who could structure such beauty onto a tiny being. Together, the Dragon’s shared their skies with the Butterflies, in hopes that they could live in harmony as airborne companions.
However, it was when a Dragon’s curiosity opened up to love, that one of the gorgeous fluttering Butterflies died: crushed by the, thought to be tender hand, of a Dragon. The Dragon didn’t know what to do. Many times he tried to put the tiny Butterfly back together, to fix the one he loved, but it would not move; it would not fly as he wished… So, in great shame, the Dragon abandoned the shattered colors, leaving it to lie upon the bed of a green leaf.
Little did the Dragon know that the cold Butterfly would be found by another. The on looking Butterfly couldn’t believe its eyes when it tried to awaken its still friend. The Butterfly called to its many links and showed them what had happened. They were devastated from having lost such a gracious friend and asked the Dragons if they knew who could do such a thing.
The Dragons were shocked as well, wondering who could possible kill something so blameless, but then the Dragons realized one of them was missing from the world. Many searched high in the skies and low in the sea depths to find their missing blood, and when they did they questioned why the Dragon left so suddenly without any notice, and asked if he knew anything about what happened to the Butterfly. Filled to the brim with sorrow he confessed his wrong, and the Dragons forgave him, but he was demanded to return to the lands they lived and tell the mourning Butterflies the truth of what had happened.
The Dragon could only hope for the best.
As the Butterflies listened to the Dragon's grief of having accidently destroyed a Butterfly he loved, they felt sypathy, but also in danger. The Butterflies loved being with the Dragons, but for their own safety, in the night, they disappeared.
Come morning the Dragons looked all over the world for them, never giving up until a two legged land walking creature surfaced. The Dragons didn’t know what to think about these new beings that called themselves human, but they knew they were in great danger when these humans began to hunt them. They tried to hide, but the Dragons were too large in size to merely tuck themselves away anywhere, and they were suddenly glad that the Butterflies weren’t around to witness such treachery.
So for as long as it took the Dragons fought back, tried with all they had to get rid of these dreadful beings, but in the end, all else failed, and one Dragon found himself alone: the one who crushed his beautiful Butterfly.
All the Dragons were thought to be gone as the single survivor hid within a dark soggy cave so he could remain unseen. For years he lay alone wishing things would go back to the way they were: to the time when Dragons ruled and Butterflies were their friends. It was then, on a moonlit evening, when the Dragon spotted something off in the distance: a familiar Butterfly.
Sacred and confused, the Dragon left the safety of his cave to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but they were not. Fluttering gradually beside him was a Butterfly. It was as gentle and sweet as he remembered. He asked where they had been all this time, told it that the Dragons missed them very much, and that he was very sorry for making them go away.
The Butterfly twirled around the gigantic size of the Dragon and wondered why he looked so frightened. The Dragon told the Butterfly of the dangers this world held now, that there was such a thing as a human who killed Dragons. The Butterfly didn’t understand the worry about the humans, telling the Dragon that the humans were kind mild beings who loved Butterflies.
The Dragon didn’t understanding either, couldn’t grasp why the humans would kill his kind, but be benevolent toward the Butterflies.
In the middle of their flight, the Dragon was struck by something, and screams of terror and war sounded below him. He looked down to see that humans had spotted him. He said goodbye to the Butterfly, not wanting to put it in harm’s way and flew off. He was struck many times. Concealing himself within his cave was the only thing he figured to do. Before the Dragon knew it, he was surrounded by the shouting humans. He was unable to understand what they were saying, and he wanted so much to know the reason why they targeted his kind. They wanted him dead when he’d done nothing.
It was too late for questions, though.
The Dragon’s strength and magestic power had been drawn and he was unable to move. As he lay slowly slipping away into a world where his soul would be accepted, where he would see his kind again, the Butterfly appeared before him. He smiled weakly at the wonderful colors hovering before him, serenity taking over his large body when the Butterfly landed on the tip of his snout.
The humans, they looked on in awe as the Butterfly kissed the Dragon goodbye, giving him a kiss of forgiveness that would set his spirit free from the guilt he held so tight to. The Dragon peered passed the Butterfly to the humans and silently hoped that they, even with ending his life, would care for the Butterflies better than he or any of the other Dragons ever could.
very bitter sweet but it was excellent! thanks for telling me about it (: cant wait for woe is me to be continued! would you look at my writing and tell me what you think?
Posted: Jun 23, 2012
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