I needed something to wear. Instead of going out into town and buying something new, I decided to go to the Chateau. The closets there were overflowing. It seemed silly to keep my dresses there any longer. All a dress could do alone in the mountains was rot.
Chirp! Chirp! We?re hungry and cold.
I could hear the birds cry. It sounded like singing, but they weren?t happy. I hadn?t been to the Chateau in some time. No one else had come to throw out their seed in my absence. My poor little birds were left to fend for themselves. Guiltily, I walked along the path through the garden. The birds were still alive. There must have been enough to eat over the summer. Unlike the wood near Ardane, the forest canopy around the Chateau was still thick with leaves. Maybe it was because it was a magic place. It was definitely colder here than in town. I wish I had brought a coat.
Rustle! Rustle! Help me, I don?t want to die!
A butterfly fluttered caught in a garden spider?s web. The cottony funnel glistened with morning dew. I couldn?t see the spider, and the web was in disrepair. Carefully, I pinched the silk and broke it. The butterfly fell to the ground, and tossed fitfully in the dirt.
Rustle! Rustle! Please, don?t let me die!
Chirp! Hungry!
Rustle! Rustle! Why can?t I fly? My wings--!
A shadow darkened the ground. I thought it was my shadow. It wasn?t. A bird swept down and ate the butterfly right before my eyes. Bright purple wings stuck out on either side of the bird?s black beak. It didn?t matter what I did or didn?t do. The butterfly was meant to die.
Chirp! Chirp! We?re hungry and cold.
I could hear the birds cry. It sounded like singing, but they weren?t happy. I hadn?t been to the Chateau in some time. No one else had come to throw out their seed in my absence. My poor little birds were left to fend for themselves. Guiltily, I walked along the path through the garden. The birds were still alive. There must have been enough to eat over the summer. Unlike the wood near Ardane, the forest canopy around the Chateau was still thick with leaves. Maybe it was because it was a magic place. It was definitely colder here than in town. I wish I had brought a coat.
Rustle! Rustle! Help me, I don?t want to die!
A butterfly fluttered caught in a garden spider?s web. The cottony funnel glistened with morning dew. I couldn?t see the spider, and the web was in disrepair. Carefully, I pinched the silk and broke it. The butterfly fell to the ground, and tossed fitfully in the dirt.
Rustle! Rustle! Please, don?t let me die!
Chirp! Hungry!
Rustle! Rustle! Why can?t I fly? My wings--!
A shadow darkened the ground. I thought it was my shadow. It wasn?t. A bird swept down and ate the butterfly right before my eyes. Bright purple wings stuck out on either side of the bird?s black beak. It didn?t matter what I did or didn?t do. The butterfly was meant to die.