Do You Still Love Butterflies?~

"I love butterflies!" It is a common phrase, you hear it everywhere, see it all around. Children chasing butterflies in the park, people butterfly watching in their gardens...it's natural....except for me. I hate butterflies. You would too if you were me! LOOK at me? Am I not a freak, a weirdo...different?...I see you averting your eyes, it's ok, I am used to it....so was my mother. Years ago she was a child, chasing butterflies in the park, lol when she spotted a beautiful and rare looking one she had never seen before. She followed it out of the park and out of reality being transported to a beautiful kingdom far away. Upon arriving she watched her butterfly transform into a beautiful male child looking almost her age, 12. Without going into detail, she never left that world, falling deeply in love with the boy who would become her husband, my father Estellan, destined to become the ruler of all butterflies, the Monarch, so to speak. Sounds all grand does it not? Very fairytalish? rofl, well, there was no happy ending for me in this tale. My mother died in childbirth with me. My father being unable bear the sorrow of my appearance, oh, not as I appear now, you see I was normal then. In that world, all people have human form, though a few keep their wings, most look like you and, well, YOU, lol You see, my disturbing feature was that I was the striking image of the woman who died to give me life: my mother. Never once did I ever see my father look me in the eyes for more then a few seconds without turning away. One day when I was about five my father told me we were going for a walk, something he never did with me. I was so happy I put on my mother's necklace and followed him. We walked a path far from the palace I had never seen...far into a dark wood, when suddenly, I could hear children laughing from a nearby hedge. My father stopped and told me to go beyond the hedges and find out where the voices were coming from. I asked him to come with me and he said he could not, so I did as I was told. As I was about to cross the hedge, I heard his voice calling my name, almost whispering, "Forgive me Estella." When I turned he was gone. In fact EVERYTHING was gone, the path, the forest, the hedges I had just passed, instead I was in a huge park with many people dressed oddly. Suddenly I heard a high pitched scream. It was one of the children I had heard when I was with my father. She was pointing at me and screaming. So were a lot of people. Some parents were grabbing their children and running away. I started crying. I wanted to go home. Why was everyone screaming? Where was my father? All I remember from that time long ago was screaming and running and huge men dressed in blue picking me up and taking me to a place filled with people in white coats. I don't remember much from then. Maybe because I block it, maybe I was too young, but I do remember the words, abnormal, deformed, unusual, genetic, tragic, etc,...I am sick of words. You see people from the Butterfly Kingdom are in human form, until they cross over into this world where they transform into butterflies that cannot sustain human form, unless you are a halfbreed like me. Once I came here, both sides showed and now I am a freak. I ran away from all those homes when I was 16, and now I live in search for that portal, to go back to the world where I can be normal again. Where people will look at me without turning away in disgust....Well, almost no one. It seems no matter where I go, no one can bear to look at me. But I will find my way back there one day and get MY revenge on HIM. I will MAKE him look at me once more,I swear it. Now look me in the eyes one last time and answer MY question again: "Do you STILL love butterflies?"

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