Chapter 4: Death (II)

The northern forests have been set in a state of turmoil. A ravaging fire set aflame by a single spark spreads through blistering every tree in sight.

An inkish black smoke spreads through the forest, as it surmises through the cinders of deaths and rises up towards the sky. Meeting the endless onyx dreary clouds.

Toppling down, animals and the forest's fauna through the discord of flames. Running through the somber brooks and bushes, the dire event continues on.

Whilst the animals flee through the forest, only one remains. A vantablack beast with hideous golden eyes and a pelt darker than the eve of death. It blunders over the land, bringing the fortress of fire and land to its knees.

Looking for its victim, something is peculiar as it seems to be looking for the toy that it once plays with it but it feels as if it steps over it. The ambrosial food that it desires lays right next to where it blunders but it is blind to not see it.

Or is it not blind and is it 'thee' under the solemn vision of no one. No one can see it. Not even the panther can see it.

Though the only people who can see it are the ones who stand next to it. A solemn azure butterfly flutters faintly above the body of a boy. His long black hair is spread out and his eyes are shut.

The pulse has long faded away into a single stroke of emptiness.

And yet, the azure butterfly flutters absentmindedly above the boy as it looks as if it's doing something. But nothing happens. A subtleness is silent as its matched by the panther's fury for not finding it.

Nothing happens. That is before the azure butterfly suddenly glows a deep azure hue as a radiating aura is released out into the open.

A subtle glow that feels warm and comforting to the touch, but reeks of an odor of death.

And that is also when a silent pulse re-awakens. Followed by the gentle pitter-patter of rain.