One time, I let an adventurer lead me into a secluded meadow. It was bewitching to say the least; with its infinite amount of dandelions that danced along with the gentle breeze. The beauty of the meadow however, was not what branded that time into my memory. It was the butterflies. Out of all the evil in the world, there was this tiny little specimen that somehow managed to make me forget all of the evils of the world. Being too awestruck by their beauty, I never considered the possibility that these delicate creatures could harbor any menace within them. I always hated to admit defeat, but looking back on it now, I know I had never been so wrong about anything.
I let this adventurer take me away, to a place unknown to me, and questioned it not. Because even despite the monsters I faced, I wanted to believe that humans were not one of them. I wanted to find that just maybe there was something I could be completely sure of. I mean, how could I have known that the butterflies were lethal? He spoke to me with reassuring words, and I didn’t even notice that the butterflies had infected me. I was slowly being destroyed from the inside, out.
Throughout this adventurer showing me what I thought was the time of my life; I was slowly losing bits and pieces of myself. Fragments of my heart were slowly drifting away into nothingness. The worst part is, the whole time… I thought I was gaining something from being there with him, but it was the beginning of me losing everything that I knew.
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