The Tale of Aurea

04.

Blood-Stained Butterfly

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You are a caterpillar,
Which will hatch from a cocoon,
You might be tiny and fragile,
Yet you’ll gain marvelous wings so soon.

In a world where weaklings were downed,
You won’t perish before my eyes,
So before you can be stained by blood,
I will go back in time where our future lies.

The moon is full tonight –like any other event where Nana goes into her usual feast. The light it casted is the witness of her silent grief. Her hands were trembling from fear but her eyes states otherwise. Those orbs were blank yet full of rage.
“Nana!”
The silence of the night was shattered as she heard her name echoed within the four corners of the room. As she shifted her gaze by the doorway, she found Cresna –staring at her with wonder.
Cresna slowly took a step closer, closing the gap between them.
A sudden burst of mixed emotion rushed in. Cresna saw her deed. And she has no excuse. She could be the only childhood best friend that Nana has. She might be forgiven  but the weight of her sins were unforgivable.
She wants to utter a word and explain herself but she knew that nothing will come out of her futile mouth. Ball of tears rolled down Nana’s cheeks as she lose grip of her silver dagger.
The moment that the blade made contact against the wooden floor, whispers flooded her entire being.
“Her life is a mess!”
“She needs to die! And so as her child!”
“We don’t need her in this town!”
Darkness engulfed Nana. For the longest, her once pure heart was devoured by pain –hatred that grew into vengeance which turned into madness.
A gust of wind blew. And the moment their eyes met, Cresna swear that all she found from her best friend’s eyes were bloodlust.
Nana picked her dagger up. Her insanity is beyond control. All she ever wanted is for the voices in her head to go away – for the town’s people to stop judging her.
Before she can even harm Cresna, she heard a loud thud –and she felt the sting in her cheeks. The next thing she knew, her whole body was wrapped around the arms of the lone soul she trust the most.
“Hush now,” Cresna whispered. “You can tell me everything.”
“Mi… da… ro…”
Nana’s cry may be inaudible but those were enough for Cresna to comprehend. Realization came to her, that she’s been trapped within the wrong side of reality.
“Nana?”

What really happened before this tragedy?
Siete-Putol might be the perfect place for perfect people whose only defection is to see other’s imperfections, to make them feel rotten in the society. Unfortunately, Nana has been the sole victim of the town’s cruelty. They made her feel that no matter how good a person is, they will only see the bad things in her.
But why do the town’s people do bad things towards her?
Two things: Nobody knows. And nobody cares.
She might be the nicest girl anyone could meet but she cannot speak. That could be the reason why she experienced discrimination since her youth. She hated it but she has no power over fate.
Everyone despised her –except Cresna. They’ve been the best of friends.
They’ve been through thick and thin –more than sisters though not bounded by blood. She takes Nana’s radiant smile as a prize for her effort, for it’s pure and genuine.
A thousand of disdain compare to a single praise, Cresna tried to keep Nana’s positivity over the optimistic eyes of Siete-Putol’s town folks. Nana is a treasure for her, and so is she to Nana.
Who would ever think that things will change Nana after he came into her life?
Days passed, Cresna noticed Nana’s smile –glowing twice as it usually does. And for the first time in her life, she knew that she’s no longer the reason behind her best friend’s glee.
Nana may be mute but she can speak in a way that only Cresna could understand. She learned about this man that her best friend is getting along with.
It was evident that Nana really fell in love yet what bothered Cresna was the fact that she hasn’t seen the guy. Not even his shadow.
Then one fateful day, everything went out of hands.
During one of her visits, Cresna found Nana –gloomy and staring at a blank space.
“What happened?” she asked but Nana didn’t respond. Instead, she held her tummy and gave Cresna a sad gaze.
“Where is he?” This time, Cresna’s voice was louder.
She looked around but found nobody. Nana’s abode was built at the edge of Siete-Putol, away from the town’s people. She’s been isolated for long so Cresna’s certain that no one lay a hand on Nana.
Another question popped out of her mind: Who could be Nana’s man?