My Book of One Shots

4 (E. Aster Bunnymund) Restless Nights

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This is a E. Aster Bunnymund from Rise of the Guardian fanfic, requested by Anonymous.

Bunny's P.O.V

I can remember the first time it happened, the first time I heard the sob from the Sheila's room. I've heard of her past, with much encouragement to get it out of her and swearing to tell no one, but she could not remember her old name, only the one Manny had bestowed upon her. And so I swiftly rise from my bed once more, scampering down the hall in the same rush as I do when I hear the inadvertent whimper during the stillness of the night.

Violet Butterfly is a young spirit of only a hundred and thirty five years of age in this life, in her past one she had been sixteen when she died. She belonged to an abusive family, and hadn't managed to get even a scrap of food in a week and a half when another wave of rage came crashing down on her in the form of her father. She knew what he wanted, and knew that if he got it again her mother would find out, and then beat her for it later, even though it was not her doing and she would have stopped it if she could.

So, in her thin, tattered cream dress with one of the spaghetti straps snapped she'd fled the house out the back door, bare feet getting cut up by twigs, stones and thorns while she practically flew with her light weight to the woods behind the building. She heard the yelling behind her, the screaming, the cursing and the profanities but she did not care, no, she was never going back. She'd collapsed upon the lush green grass where the suns rays shone down through the trees. There she'd slept, with a smile graced upon her lips for the first time, dark red locks spread out around her as she soaked up the warmth.

Upon wakening, her stomach protested against the lack of food, which had stirred her consciousness to the surface. She then scavenged for food through the forest as the sun set, the large, glowing full moon rising into the sky, it's light catching on a lush green apple hanging on a low branch. Finally. Using all her strength she hoisted herself up the small way to the apple, her limbs shaking with the effort and lack of energy, her petit stature due to malnutrition not helping in any way. Her fingers finally clasped around the fruit, her weight as she dropped back to the ground pulling it free of the branch, then falling to her feet in exhaustion.

She shakes terribly while bringing the fruit to her lips, but paused in hearing something. There, hiding behind a shrub, is a small child, looking hungrily at the apple she held. Looking at the apple she had, she decided the boy needs it more than her. "Here you go." She'd said in a quiet voice, not having the strength to move off the ground she held it out to him. Tentatively, the boy moved forward, seeming shocked at her action. With much encouragement, he took the fruit, muttering a "thank you" before scampering off, her smiling after him while she sinks back into the tree trunk, nestled between two large roots, flowers blooming around her while her weak form is comforted by the soft grass.

Her body worn, she could hardly lift a finger, her breathing slow as she blinks heavily. A bright purple and black butterfly flutters down, landing on the nose tip of the utterly still girl, her eye lids slowly opening once more, smiling slightly at the sight of the beautiful creature, before they close once more, her breathing fading as her life dissipates.

Unknowing her name, the girl woke, looking around the clearing of wild flowers, then down at herself. She wore a flowing spring green dress that reached her knees - in perfect condition - with spaghetti straps, her feet bare but a violet flower styled anklet around her left ankle, her dark red waving hair adorned with wild flowers that somehow don't fall out. Her now dark purple eyes framed in black lashes then look up, clasping onto the glowing moon.
"You're name is Violet Butterfly."