Prologue

My hand paled in the white light as it reached out to touch the creature. It wasn't white. It was everything but white, large eye-like markings peered at me menacingly, un fitting for such a fragile looking creature. Large round extremities burst from its thin core and fluttered out of my reach. It's movement was frantic yet peaceful: melodic almost.
"What is this creature?" My voice echoed through the air sounding unused and unsure, but the intensity behind it was frightening.
"It's called a butterfly."