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Author: Marantha Jenelle
Posted: March 18th. 2012
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Once upon a time, long ago, there was a very special girl child born to a young couple in a land far away. Although very poor in terms of worldly wealth, they were rich in their love for each other and for the Lord and Lady.

Now the Lord and Lady knew that there was one sadness in this loving young couples lives, and that was that they seemed unable to have children. The Lord and Lady got together one day and decided that they would reward the young couple for their faithfulness to them and so they waited till the couple was sleeping one night, then they appeared in the man and woman's bedroom.

Standing on the woman's side of the bed, the Lord and Lady stood for a moment gazing down at the couple fondly, then turning their heads for just a moment to give each other a soft smile and a small nod, they linked hands and then, as one, they reached down and lay those joined hands atop the woman's abdomen. For just a heartbeat, a soft glow enveloped their joined hands, and then was gone. Once more turning to gaze at each other with soft smiles, the Lord and Lady simply vanished, their work done.

A few months later the woman was working in the garden, gathering herbs for cooking and for her rites of honor to the Lord and Lady when all at once the strangest thing happened! She could have sworn that she had felt a strange stirring within her body, right beneath her heart! She paused for several long moments, waiting to see if it would happen again, but when it did not, she returned to her task, discounting it as perhaps something she had eaten that had not agreed with her.

The odd movement did not come again until a few weeks later, as she was preparing the evening meal, and this time it was so strong that there was no longer any doubt, something was going on. Reaching down, the woman lay her hand for just a moment against her abdomen, and this time something miraculous occurred, for the moment her hand connected with her body, that strange movement came once more, and, had she not known better, she could have sworn what felt like a tiny hand pressed against hers, but from within. She had noticed that she had begun to become a bit more rounded than usual, but had attributed it to the strange hunger that seemed to have struck her of late.

The woman had said nothing to her mate of the strange movements up to this time, but now, with a tentative hope filling her heart, she bespoke him of the odd occurrences.

And when her mate lay his hand upon her body, she knew that it was no longer a vague hope, for he suddenly gathered her to him and began to whirl her around their poor little hut, laughing and crying, saying over and over that they were going to be parents...

And he was right, for mere moon cycles later, the woman gave birth to a lovely little baby girl, healthy and normal in all ways...Except one...for from her back sprouted what there was no way of denying were tiny translucent butterfly wings. And right over the baby's heart was a bright red birthmark that looked just like a full-blown rose. So they gave the child the name of "Rose".

The overjoyed couple showered love and care on the girl, and once the child was old enough, she was forever trying to help her parents and also anyone else she felt needed her aid. The people of the village, instead of mistreating the girl for being different in that she had wings, rather they revered her, for she was kind, loving and had a singing voice that could bring joy to even the saddest of hearts. Nearly all in the village loved her and she was as much at home in their homes as she was in her own.

But there was one in the village, Shallia, the daughter of the headman, who was vain, selfish and very beautiful in a cold sort of way, and she hated Rose with a passion that was to prove to lead to a very unfortunate occurrence.

Shallia pretended to befriend Rose and as time passed, the two young girls grew into women and began to attract the attention of the local men. Now as fate would have it, they both were drawn to this one particular young man, and when he chose Rose over Shallia, Shallia vowed revenge.

She began to practice the dark arts, withdrawing slowly from life in the village more and more with each passing day. And then she performed the darkest deed of all, she sacrificed her own mother and father to the forces of darkness in exchange for a spell that would destroy the one she considered to be her rival...and enemy...

Rose.

Dipping a red rose in the blood of her parents, she spoke the spell over it, and then journeyed to Rose's home. She presented Rose with the deceptively innocent appearing bloom as a gift, for it was Rose's wedding day. The moment that Rose took the bloom she pricked her finger on one of the thorns... And to the horror of all gathered there, she was immediately transformed into a butterfly.

Shallia turned to the young man who had spurned her in favor of Rose, and with pure evil malice dripping from every word, told him that if she could not have him, then neither would Rose! Then shrieking with vindicated laughter, she turned and ran out into the night, and was never seen again.

Rose's poor parents and the young man grieved as they searched for days that turned into months and then years for the butterfly that Rose had become, but found it not.

But time has a way of healing even the most painful of wounds, and life moved on. The young man eventually married another, and the young couple, now childless once more, lived out their lives with hearts that carried a burden of sadness and loss...and they would often find themselves watching for butterflies.

Then, one soft spring night, the couple, now elderly, was lying in their bed, asleep. They had left the window open and a single ray of moonlight entered that open window to fall upon them...just as a beautiful butterfly entered in and went to hover over the bed.

The butterfly landed on first the woman's chest, right over her heart, and then on the man's, and when it once more took flight, headed towards the open window... there were two more butterflies with it, each one bearing the same markings and colors as the first did... the colors and symbols of the Lord and the Lady.

Footnotes:
This is to verify that this story is of my own creation and that I, Jan Marie Parupia, writing as "Marantha Jenelle", am the sole copyright holder of this story.

November 26, 2011

Copyright: copyright: Marantha Jenelle-2011, 2012

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