Soft footfalls resonated through the long crystal hall. Blue and pink lights illuminated the flawless walls, ceiling, and ground. They all reflected the small child that was running down them.
Her long black hair flowed behind her as she ran. Silver optics stared straight ahead, a smile forming on her face as she neared the exit out of the hall. Two guards stood at the entrance. They were covered in white armor that sparkled in the soft sunlight. Both looked upon her when she came out.
Stopping, she looked up at each of them, “Where are they?” She asked in excitement,
The one on the right nodded his head to the left, indicating for her to go that way. The one on the left nodded his head to the right, motioning for her to go that way instead. For a moment all she could do was look both ways. To her right was a maze made of flower beds. It was quite easy to navigate through and she had done it many times before. To her left was the library. She had spent countless hours in there with her tutor, learning nonsense.
With a huff, she looked at them again, “You to are absolutely mad!” With a shake of her head she walked forward. In front of them was a path that led to the gardens. As she walked under the silver arch way that led into the gardens the sound of the guards laughter reached her ears, making her walk faster.
The further she got in the garden the more it came alive. Flowers of every species and color reached out to her. After a while the sun was gone from view. Crystal flowers illuminated the path and made the flowers colors much more brilliant.
As she walked she ran her fingers along the velvety surface of the flowers. They let out a soft hum from her touch. It was as if they enjoyed it. She stopped and looked out at the flowers. Her gaze landed on a dazzling white butterfly whose wings were decorated with soft blues and purples. Walking towards it, she reached down and aloud it crawl upon her finger. The insect did not fear the girl, nor did it see a reason to fly away from her.
Smiling, she made her way back to the path and started walking down it again. While she was walking she started to talk to the butterfly. After she would finish it would flutter its wings a little as if giving her an answer, and, as if she understood it, she would continues talking like it had given her an answer.
Time flew pass as she walked and talked. Taking her only a matter of seconds to get to the center of the garden. Sitting in the center was a king and queen sitting upon a light blue blanket with a picnic basket. Off to the side stood the head guard who’s armor was gold. To his side was a young boy that had a wooden sword tied to his belt, he was the guards son.
The king and queen lifted their gaze to the little girl as she walked over to them, not noticing the butterfly that was now flying away. When she reached them, the queen pulled her down and into her lap. She smoothed out the child’s dark hair then she smoothed down her dark blue silk dress.
“Who were you talking to love?” The queen questioned, slipping her arms around her daughter.
The child looked up at her mother, “Mr. Butterfly mommy.”
“And what did he have to say?” A soft smile came to her face.
The girl got comfortable and relaxed, “He said not to drink rumple juice while eating frugal berry pie.”
The kings lips twitched as he tried hard not to smile, “Tell us Stirling dear, why is that?”
“Because you’ll get a tummy ach of course!” She exclaimed, making both of them laugh and earning a chuckle from the guard.