"Hey Dumb! I think you were right. The evil presence you felt was of this butterfly."
"Yeah, maybe such a little creature, but its presence was equivalent to 10 of yous combined."
"And I guess it's dead already because you don't talk to me when you do detect anyone's presence."
I took the little dead creature in my hand, whose body, instantly burnt and bruised my fingers a bit, so I let it fall.
"You stupid!" he said.
"Oops," said I.
I examined the glass pieces which had a little amount of saliva in them which didn't have enough acid and cyanide to kill me. So I just picked it up gently and carried the dead little creature directly to my room.
"What do you think, how did it enter your sketch room, huh?" asked my Brain.
"See, my sketch room is in the basement so, due to absence of windows of any as such thing, there's only one source where from it could have entered." said I placing it under the microscope, which my no more alive father gifted me on my ninth birthday, the last day I had ever spent with him.
"You mean the ventilation, the only source of air, and connection above the ground."
"Yeah," I said nicely, examining the butterfly. I had already planned of cutting it open but before that I separated it's legs for the fact that I knew butterflies tasted with their legs.
As soon as I cut it open, I found a little sac-like structure inside it which glittered a little. Not being sure what it might have contained, I put on my gloves. As I slice it open, from inside came out a glittery, transparent, silver-colored liquid, which as soon as, fell on the dead, black little creature's body reduced it to ashes.
I was not sure even if a complete drop of the transparent, silvery liquid was utilised to burn the very butterfly which killed people. At this very moment I was certain that it was this liquid which I have been longing for cause's i could use it against all the damn butterflies.
I thanked myself for separating out its legs which
I could still examine but to be honest, my full focus wasn't on its legs, I was busy enough
wandering if the liquid was capable of reducing the wings to ashes too.I carefully stored the glittery silvery and transparent
liquid which I preferred to call moonlight liquid, into a small old glass bottle. I
went back to my sketch room to bring the pieces of broken wings. As soon as I picked up
one it cut my finger in the exact place wherenit had burned but it didn't matter as my dear dumb brain had absorbed my feelings.I poured a little of the liquid over the wings, it didn't turn it into ashes but it reduced its sharpness and made it a bit brittle which scattered all over the table. My next concern was about the moonlight liquid, which I knew was completely different from any of the elements known to human.
I still had some liquid left in the glass bottle, I persuaded myself not to waste it anymore and I examined the legs of the butterfly. They were black and harder than those of a usual butterfly. They were spiny—not very sharp, but not as soft as other species of butterflies.
Butterflies typically taste with their legs, but there was no such sign in this creature. I couldn't gather any information from its legs except that they were built completely differently from those of a normal butterfly.
I looked into the ashes but found nothing except for two small balls with a slight shine. They were its eyes. I squeezed one of them, and it exploded, releasing a significant amount of moonlight liquid. I managed to collect a good quantity of the liquid from both eyes as it poured out in large amounts.
Everything about it piqued my curiosity more and more. I wanted to visit the forest as soon as possible but needed to gather more moonlight liquid to survive and reach the core of the forest.
"I don't give a fuck about the fact that I'm alive or dead. I just want to know about the curse living in there, and for that, I have to stay alive to reach the core."
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Anyways, What do you think what maybe Maggie's real name, eh...?
Lemme know in the comments...𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐏𝐥𝐳 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.
Ignore the mistakes, if any.
Thank You.Maggie.
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