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Chapter 5: The Enviroment

Chapter 4
The Enviroment

I clear goo from my eyes and hack it out of my lungs. A rough towel is wiped over my face and I'm pulled into the arms of someone much bigger than me. I open my eyes tiredly to see Dr. Taven standing nearby. One of his guards must be holding me.

"Be careful of her wings!" He snapped at the man. He looks old I realized. The last time I saw him he was a young man of 23. Now he's got to be at least 65 years old. He smiles gently at me, "It's good to see you're alright Aponicho."

"Dr. Taven," I muttered feeling a dull spike of terror and dread. I don't want to go back! I'm too tired to fight back though and drift off.

I wake up on a large daisy flower in a warm room full of whispering girls with butterfly wings.

I sit up and look around in despair at the bright and colorfully painted room. There's stars painted on the ceiling and a valley painted on the cement walls. All around large plants are growing. Tulips with buds ten feet tall, daisies twenty feet across and large blades of grass two feet wide and seven feet tall.

In the middle grows a large tree, an old oak, the only plant that wasn't genetically modified. In it's branches are several cocoons in various states of development. Along the ground I even see a couple little girls without wings run by.

I jump down and head towards a bleeding heart bush to talk to the butterflies there. I look down and notice Dr. Taven even dressed me. Unlike the group I'm walking towards my dress is a light pink with darker pink butterflies embroidered around the bottom.

"Excuse me!" I called up to them. They smiled brightly and waved me up. I climb the stem up to them and sat precariously on a stem. "Where am I?"

One with light blue hair laughs, "The enviroment of course. The others nod in sleepy agreement.

I get down a few minutes after listening to them talk about flowers and nectar mixes. Is that all anyone talks about? Eberything looks exactly the same as when I left. Even my mother's violet is still there.

"I can remember my past." I realize staring at the purple flower.

"So she's one of Dr. Taven's new favorites?" A butterfly says from nearby.

"She must be. Look at the dress." The girl beside her whispers.

I go to talk to them when the two little girls from earlier crash into me.

"We're sorry!" They yell frightened as I get up. I have a small scrape on my left arm but no other injuries.

"It's okay. I'm fine." I reply and smile at them.

The one with bright pink hair smiles, "I'm Tulip and this is my cousin Violet." She says pointing to the other little girl with dark purple hair.

"You're the girl who just got here, right?" Violet asks.

I nod, "My name is Aponichepi."

"Aponchepie- Aponchipie-" Tulip stutters.

"Just call me Aponi if it's too hard." I tell her.

"A pony? Where?" Violet asks looking behind her.

"Is there something easier we can call you?" Tulip asks.

"Not really. My name means butterfly butterfly if that helps." I say nervously.

"Then we could call you Butterfly." Tulip nods.

"Where's the pony?" Violet asks.

"Great idea Violet!" Tulip says excitedly grabbing her shoulders. "We'll call you Pony. It kind of sounds like a nickname." She says to me.