• Butterfly Feathers


    In a world where wings make up the creations, how could one creation survive. Creations the names given to dolls the messengers of people. Though not just regular dolls, human sized dolls with hearts and souls. No one can truly explain why the first dolls where given these, but throughout the generations the tradition is still being carried out. However many years ago there was one creation that was born without the feathers of her creator, a girl named Althea. Struggling to find her inner wings, Althea unleashes an evil within herself.

    Everything was at peace in a forest of magic. The birds were singing, cute cuddly animals wondering about. Then a disturbance. “Come on we need to get there on time!!!” a frustrated girl yelled with anxiety. “I-I-I c-can’t walk anym-more…Althea” a little creature not too far behind said collapsing with a thud.

    Walking quietly now Althea bent down next to the whimpering animal. “If you’re so tired Ro, then why don’t you fly to the post office instead?” Althea whispered with a gentle voice. Ro looked up worried, “But are you…sure? Since you know you don’t have an…”
    “I’ll be alright, don’t worry yourself over me…please.” Explained Althea, though looking away with a little regret in her eyes.

    Ro stood up, wobbling a little “Okay then, I’ll meet you at the post office!!” he saluted at Althea. And with that he was off, flapping his beautiful flowing wings into the creamy sky. With a sigh Althea stood up, and continued on through the lush forest.

    Ro finally arrived at the post office exhausted. Since he could not complete his next delivery until Althea arrived he decided to take a nap. Taking a seat at the bar, he laid his furry head upon the wooden counter. Sniffing he smelt many things such as elves, dwarfs, and old ladies. But he could not help but to take in the overpowering scent of one thing, Althea herself.

    He remembers when they where little and they came here looking for chores to help the owner. And when Althea shattered a portion of her face, trying to help a victim in a fight caused by too much alcohol. Many years had passed, and they where much bigger now. Remembering these things Ro walked quietly into a soundless dream.

    “Ro!!!” The president of the post office screamed from across the room. Startled from the sudden action Ro jolted up falling to the ground. “Ow…” Ro complained “What do you want Ms.Ramberon??”

    Ms.Ramberon was the one in charge of the deliveries Althea and Ro did. She was a tall beautiful human being. She didn’t talk that much, only to herself sometimes. As the rumor went around, Ms. Ramberon murdered her husband a long time ago defending the rights of a creation. Many people might think that was a bad and foolish thing to do, though in my opinion is shows bravery and keeping faith in what you believe in no matter the cost.

    “Ro, why hasn’t Althea been back yet?!” Ms.Ramberon questioned with a stern tone in her voice. “I…well she should be back.” Ro started looking around, searching for something. “How long has it been since I got back Ms.Ramberon??”. Ms. Ramberson looked at her wrist, slinging her hair back up with her head she said worried “About four hours.”

    “But Althea has never been this late before, she’s usually at the most an hour behind me when I fly.” He explained walking quickly to the door. “I know…you need to go out and find her Ro.” Ms.Ramberson demanded, though looking back slowly over her shoulder she added, “Ro…don’t return without her understand…..She’s too important at the moment.”

    Ro drew back at the handle a little, but not thinking too much about it he headed out. Ready and prepared for anything that might happen upon him, and most importantly Althea. Walking to the edge of the path leading to the forest he only thought one thing.
    Be safe,…Althea