Novel & Cerita Butterfly 4

In the garden, Ashley and Anton sit on the white plastic chair, non-interested in starting up a conversation. Anton works on his phone, stealing glances at her from time to time, while Ashley watches Kayden chase a beautiful white butterfly happily. "Mama, come help me cash it"Kayden rush to Ashley and pulls her away. The butterfly has flied above, he couldn't reach for it, not with his current height. Ashley happily helps him, she hands him the beauty fly when she caught it.

See you in chapter seven! TheShadyButterfly🦋.

Insects buzz lazily through the sun's rays from above. "Look," said Torcia, pointing to a flying dragonfly that landed in front of them. "There are more than a dozen different types of dragonflies in this forest, and there are at least a hundred different species of butterflies. If you come at dusk, you can see purple butterflies with thin stripes – they gather gathered right there on top of the trees..." "Miss Ezra". He cut in. "I'm a Londoner. We don't care about insects, except to consider how to get rid of them most effectively."

There are three butterflies and two of them flew to Asha and Samel’s direction while the last one hovered at the center of the crescent platform while shining brighter and brighter until it could rival the light of the moon like it is just floating a few meters above the garden. The silver bright light caused the guests to narrow their eyes to see the figures on the crescent platform. It was at this moment that the two butterflies that went to Asha and Samel merged into their foreheads as a silver crescent symbol appeared and shot out a string of light directly to the shining butterfly at the center.

Even Luna chuckled softly, and the atmosphere grew light and cheerful—until it didn’t. The room fell silent when an elderly woman in a white hood entered, holding a wooden staff carved with light symbols. Everyone stood in respect. The seer—looked right at me. Or maybe through me. Her eyes were cloudy, ancient, and knowing. “I see four lights surrounding you, daughter of Mystic Guardian,” she said slowly. “Four bonds. Four destinies.” The room froze. “Four… mates?” Luna whispered. My breath caught. Zion stared at me, stunned, while trying to process what he’d just heard.

"Demi, how many times do I tell you don't stick out your tongue when you talk like that, its name is a butterfly." Gerald giggled, talking to his daughter. "Dad, as long as Demi says buththerfly, then buththerfly is unfair to the Princess." Damontry frowned as she gestured to her father with her small hand. "Okay, princess, don't be upset." Lauren said. While Lauren was busy making a few sandwiches for her little girl, Damontry crossed the line of protection without her parents, turning away a little and running after the colorful butterfly until she was stopped by a strange snarling that caused the butterfly to fly away.

A few actually did brush against my dress, leaving little spots of glowing pollen that faded after a few seconds. The butterfly garden was at the center of a circular clearing surrounded by tall hedges. And when we stepped through the opening, I gasped. There were hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. Butterflies in colors I didn’t even have names for. Some were the normal colors—blue, yellow, orange—but others glowed silver, or shifted between colors as they flew, or left trails of sparkles behind them. “See?” Raven whispered, like talking too loud would scare them away. “Aren’t they beautiful?”

The Butterfly Conservatory was a geodesic dome of hexagonally paneled glass, filled with lush ferns, humidity, and thousands of painted ladies fluttering in the heavy air. It was 9:00 AM. Mira had decided that the theme for the morning was "Rebirth." "Butterflies represent transformation!" Mira shouted from the entrance, holding a mimosa. "They go into the cocoon as goo, they come out as beauty! Just like your relationship! Now, go sit on the bench. Look peaceful. Look transformed."

“Angela, what is going on?” “There is something in the fog playing tricks with us,” Angela answered thinking of a way to escape. Angela held Kale’s hand and put her thought to action. She searched for the sign of something that was not white. Her eyes luckily caught something; a purple fluttering butterfly wing. It couldn’t be a butterfly wing because it was large. It had to be something big with large wide wings. The thought of it scared her. She could be going in the direction of a wild ferocious beast. A wild beast that giggles and has a melodious and sonorous voice? Don’t think so?

How could it be otherwise. “Lemming or not, I'm not jumping that cliff with you. And I'm done being a maggot. I'd rather be a butterfly. Something that can fly away.” One crept out from behind a leaf, a scintillating blue Morpho. I coaxed it onto my palm then blew it in his face. “That way, if we fall, I won't smash open like a pinata.”