Acid Butterfly

160 years ago

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A/N: The cover was made by myself. I drew the picture too as well I hope you all will enjoy reading my story!

As for those language - spoken in Irish - no translation? eh look it up! Ha! Or keep it oblivious as you read on you will learn those words.

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- Just 'cause Im Kenny

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-160 years ago-

　

　

A rich glass drinking cup filled with bubbling dark liquid was set on a heavy carved wooden table - there was a roaring fireplace that caused the liquid to appear as if it was alive inside the glass - a man barged walking into the room. He picked the cup up carefully he extended his arm toward the fire, the light shined on his face - from his left eye, he had a long white scar that was scribbled down on his jowl - he opened his mouth, ‘Beidh cupan seo a sheachadadh ar aici!’ A young butler spoke softly to his master, ‘An bhfuil tu cinnte…?’ The scarred man with a glass in his hand trembled with anger, he bellowed, ‘TA! Tar eis deochanna si seo…’ His silver eyes glowed in the dimmed room, he growled quietly this time, ‘…Di a sheoladh chuig an domhain!’ The butler bowed his head in silence, a rush of sadness washed over his tanned face, he knew he couldn’t disobey his master’s orders; he sighed as he took the cup in his hand. The butler strode on his feet hesitatingly with no noise toward the black steel door. There was bitterness stabbed inside his guts made him scrunch his face, he knew he would never have wished for this day to come. He shook the thought off his mind as he gripped on the knob with a forced smile that was plastered on his faded pink lips -

　

Meanwhile..

A young girl sat on her enormous queen sized bed, she was studying a book which it frustrated her greatly, her mind was scrambled with all different kinds of words in English she had studied on her own; so many words that she strained to memorize all of them. She grunted to herself in her home language, ‘Argh! Ni feidir liom e seo!’ She picked up one of her dolls that were resting on her bed and threw it across the room. Her room was filled with countless colorful stuffed animals, on the floor it was soft and warm in this winter time, the color of bright green painted on her walls; there was a giant window where she could step out on the balcony and to gaze upon the stars. The white nightgown she was wearing tangled around her legs, her legs felt sore that she decided to stretch them out, and to give her eyes a break from reading. She heard the most sweetest voice that called her a butterfly.

　

　

- ‘Feileacan, mo ghra!’ The butler greeted kindly where there was a long black haired girl sitting on her bed; she looked up from her book. Her face brightened up, her seriousness frown broke out into a grin as she jumped on him. ‘Toya!‘ The girl squeaked his name out cutely as her pale arms winded around his waist while he stared down at her contrasted grey eyes - Toya had just remembered what he came for. Painfully he smiled once again down at her. He didn’t want to worry her any more, so he decided to make this easier; he told the girl to drink the glass quick. Her little red lips touched the drinking glass, the black liquid flowed into her mouth effortless then the cup was empty, as soon as Toya took the cup from her tiny hand; she already had gone into a deep sleep.