The Peach Tree

Part: 00 The Legend

It happened on a rainy night, a beautiful young woman that was sitting under a old peach tree found a dying caterpillar.

She'd usually shy way from this sort of thing but the caterpillar was very unusual in color:

A blue body with little yellow stripes, black eyes and legs.

Taking pity on the poor insect the young girl gently picked up the caterpillar bringing it into her home.

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Over time the young woman's home grew to be a refuge for the insect, she even fed it a peach once a day so the caterpillar would grow fat and strong.

As the time kept going on, the young woman even started considering the caterpillar her small yet specail friend. Talking to the insect, even going as far telling it her secrets and dreams even when she found herself surrounded with close friends.

Then one spring day returning home from a long day, The young woman found not the little caterpillar but a small misshaped, silvery orb.

She felt immediate joy over this because her friend was beginning to change!

Picking up the small orb the young woman held it tightly to her chest, as close to her heart as she could get it and ran to her garden straight away.

Bringing the orb back to where she once found her little friend but this time she decied to climb up the tree to find the perfect branch to stick the orb on.
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Finally selecting the fourth branch from the vary top, she made her way down the tree.

The young woman looked up satisfied with her work and were the orb was placed and looked upon her precious treasure smiling.

She clearly loved her dear friend.

40 years start to slowly pass and everyday during this long time the young woman who started to age dedicated her afternoons to the tree.
Telling the tree stories, singing songs and even holding a conversation with it, she treat the tree as she treated the caterpillar.
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Another 5 years pass after the previous 40, on a sunny afternoon the once young woman was now old and riddled in sickness, sat having Tea on a glass table under the peach tree.

The sun started to set declaring it evening as she finished up her black tea, the old woman was suddenly surrounded by twinkling green light. Looking up she realized the silver orb was now open and this green light was coming from the orb itself.

The old women knew from the time she found the oddly colored caterpillar that the insect was special. Adjusting her eyes to the bright light she could see that was once her tiny friend was now a splendid green winged butterfly with bold black patterns and body.

Fluttering gracefully down the butterfly lands softly on the old woman's lips and a blinding green light flash suddenly, filling her old tired eyes. There that once had been a butterfly now stood a splendidly beautiful man who was almost as fair as the butterfly was.
Captivated by this stunning display of events as her eyes adjusted she soon noticed his eyes were like emeralds, his hair was blacker than the darkest room at night and when he opened his mouth to speak, a voice as light almost like the softest music sprang fourth.

"Kind hearted one"
The fair man took off his hat bowing slightly, he was dressed in fine clothes and addressed the old woman with kindness.

"Thank you for showing pity on an ancient soul like mine, I don't deserve the extent of your grace"

Smiling at the beautiful man standing from her glass table, her old weak knees shaking from her own weight; the old woman unsteadily started to walked towards him bearing every agonizing step her decrepit body could muster.

"I'm glad to know you really didn't die on me, I was beginning to worry"

Falling into the arms of the beautiful man she could no longer hold her own weight, tugging on his black coat she looked up at his beautiful face her eyes almost pleading.

"I need to know your name"

As she said this she realized how breathless she truly was but strained a smile to her face for him anyways.
The beautiful man gave the old woman a worried smiled as he saw her weakening condition.

"My name is Ruvallè and I was once a god, I can grant your wishes if you let me"

The old woman stared into his beautiful pools of emerald and noticed his skin seemed to glow unnaturally against the suns setting colors.

"But...I haven't a single thing I need now"

Closing her heavy eyelids she found herself to be getting tired more quickly than normal and now abit chilled, leaning into him she felt surrounded by his warmth as he squeezed her icy body tightly to him.
Feeling herself become light and at ease while her breaths became shaky and uneven.

"Because it's already came true, I may leave peacefully now-..."

Giving him one last smile the old woman passed away in her bestfriends arms.

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"WOW Momma that was a pretty story!!"

Little Kyra chimed stirring beneath her blankets excitedly.
Closing the book her mother got up to put it away in the little shelf in the corner of the child's room.

"Pretty? don't you think it's sad?
Either way I'm glad you liked it, it has been passed down our family my mother told it to me and her mother told it to her"

Kyra's eyes grew with wonder at her mothers words, a special fairy tale just for her family? the vary thought made the child's heart soar and Kyra started giggling as her mind wandered wildly about the story.

"Now, now child it's time for sleep
The stars are out and you know it's bed time"

The mother cood sweetly as she tucked her child into bed and winded up the nightlight sitting on the nightstand.
Kyra watched her mother make way to the door that connected to the hallway of the house and like always her mother takes a last glance at her and smiles before turing out the light, shutting the door.

The child's eyes grew heavy as she slipped into sleep, dreaming about the butterfly god.