The cocoon hatched slowly and the butterfly crawled out, folding out its wings and allowing them to dry. The little green haired elf sitting in front of the cocoon watched it with her eyes wide open. She slowly reached her right hand out, placing her index finger on the branch next to the butterfly as she allowed it to crawl onto it.
The butterfly climbed onto her finger, making her let out a heartily giggle. She lifted her left hand, creating a bowl form with it and covered her finger and the butterfly, leaving only a little hole. She placed her mouth by the hole and blew a gently wind into the cave created by her hands then removed her left hand again.
The butterfly flapped its wings and then flew off, the little elf jumped up and chased it around, giggling loudly until it flew to high to be seen anymore.
Then, the sound of a twig cracking, a few branches in a bush nearby moved and a giant, black, saber like cat stepped out of the bush.
The little elf girl giggled again and ran towards the giant cat, wrapping her arms around its neck, recognizing it as her fathers riding saber, she looked up, seeing nothing but an empty saddle with a pair of bags hanging next to it.
She blinked her eyes, feeling her left hand being covered in some sort of liquid stuff, she pulled her hand away from the sabers neck, looking at it.. Blood… She gasped and looked at the saber, now seeing it covered in blood and giant wounds all over its body, the entire saber waved from side to side and then collapsed onto the ground.
The girl stood, starring at the saber lying on the ground, frozen at her place by fear and shock. Another twig cracking, and another, and another. The branches moved again and a person in a hooded cape stood just behind the saber, looking down at it, then at the girl, back at the saber, and then back at the girl. He laughed to himself with a laughter so cold that it could make water freeze, he turned around and walked back into the forest, still laughing.The girl fell to her knees next to the saber, the tears rolled down her cheeks, following her two simple facial markings. She collapsed forward, landing on top of the saber, her tears kept running down her cheeks, into the sabers fur where it was mixed with blood and then onto the ground..
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