Randabell was a beautiful Egyptian Butterfly created half by human. Her hair an unblemished chestnut, Jewels permanently affixed to her brow. Her features were flawless. There was no other like her across the land. Whenever she took a step a majestic glow of pastels covered the realm. Her wings flapped sporadically, causing her to giggle. She covered her mouth knowing what the dulcet tone of her happiness did to the others.
The Ascetics were pushed back into their huts by the unknown force that accompanied her glee. She was Born to a Despot who ruled the Manighaly forest. His life disappearing from him as his daughter emerged from her incubator. Locals spent many hours trying to figure out how the man inoculated himself into her chrysalis causing the eruption of one so exquisite.
She kept in her possession a small Red Beryl that regularly, she would pull from her gullet and gaze upon. A beam of light would radiate from the gem into her eyes. Once the connection was made between the two, the trees would fill with a surplus of Salak fruit.
She would fly off into the distant blue and hover there until she could muster up enough air to send a gust of her sweet-smelling breath across the lids causing every piece of the nourishment to drop to the Earths floor. The folk covered their ears and ran to retrieve the very thing that kept them alive, a manna of sorts.
Unable to understand her design and with no teacher. She realized that she didn’t fit in anywhere. She chose to devote herself to the very people her father tried to destroy; A spiritual message from an unloved one disguised as a vision. After all, he was her father, his eternity disheartening. He was ordered to pay a restitution that he personally could not fulfill.
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