Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 619 An Unfulfilled Wish
This has indeed happened in history.

In a forest somewhere that used to exist in the universe, a girl fell while chasing a squirrel, rolled off the top of a hill, and crashed against a disused wooden railing.Her leg was broken, she lost her communication tools and self-defense weapons, and had to wait for rescue there.

What a bad moment.The setting sun was dragged behind the tree shadows by the blood light, and the wind in the forest howled like a wild wolf.She curled up in her torn coat, silently counting the birds flying in the air.

After the last bird returned to the nest, night came.Her face was blue with cold, and her broken leg was completely numb.She may die of cold and pain before her family finds her.There might also be wolves wandering in from the mountains, or bears and other nocturnal monsters.There is no shortage of such content in children's stories and country tales.

She fell asleep in fear and fatigue, and after an unknown period of time, a burst of footsteps in the forest woke her up.She saw that the leaves all became colorful, like a castle made of crystal blocks in the night.When she took a closer look, she was surprised to find that they were all butterflies with brightly colored wings.Their wings have a symmetrical shape, but they are surprisingly large, and they have a feathery texture.This is a forest full of butterfly wings.

From the depths of the Butterfly Forest came a beautiful woman.She was wearing a dress as thin and smooth as a fin, and her long hair was like flowing mercury under the moonlight.Her steps are sinuous and graceful like a swimming snake, but her demeanor is so noble and amiable.She came to the girl and gently pressed her hand on her broken leg.The girl smelled a unique and refreshing herbal aroma, and her pain and fatigue disappeared.How unbelievable, she began to suspect that she had encountered a fairy in a fairy tale - she thought it was used by adults to deceive those very immature children.Of course she was not among them.

The fairy in the butterfly forest wiped the sweat off her face, as kind as the girl's own mother.Where are you from?she asked in a voice as warm and quivering as a feather.

Regenberg Anemone Road NO.15.The girl answered in her arms.Her mother taught her to recite home addresses early on, in case the hyperactive young daughter wandered off to the scattered villages outside the town.The land her grandfather had tilled.

Butterfly forest fairy smiled slightly.She told the girl not to worry, because it was not far from Regenberg.She couldn't send the girl, but people would soon find out that she was missing and come here.

What the girl said to her was not surprising at all.Fairies cannot appear in front of adults (especially parents), which is emphasized in many stories.Since fairies are real, perhaps these rules are also true.But the Butterfly Fairy promised to stay here with her until the dawn passed over the disturbing night.

Scary at night?Butterfly forest fairy asked.She looks even more beautiful in the night.

The girl told her about her fear of the night.silence.Tree branches swaying like dry claws on the street outside the window.The bottom of the mahogany cabinet has a dark vein that resembles blood and eyes.There was also the sound of footsteps and furniture moving throughout the room.

Those sly voices never revealed themselves to her, they were always kept in between.As she curled up in the comforter, they wandered outside her bedroom, near and far.And when she mustered up the courage to slam the door open, or when her mother and brother occasionally came to make rounds, everything returned to silence.The Voice of the Night is as cunning as a wild cat, able to sneak into the corners of space that no one can guess at any time.It gave her infinite imagination and fear, but she could never quite grasp it.Letting the imagination hang on to infinite possibilities is far worse than a ghost or a genie.

She told her mother about this fear, but her mother told her that it was just a normal phenomenon caused by fatigue and the growth period, and they also went to the community doctor for an examination just in case.A woman doctor older than her mother, Aunt Fira, who lived near them, told them there was nothing serious, at least nothing that could be detected.For a girl her age, little Jania was extremely healthy, well-nourished, and well-exercised.If she's only slightly uncomfortable, it's probably because she's growing.Her bones and muscles are stretching like a willow tree.It will inevitably cause her some discomfort, but on the whole it will be beneficial.To ensure nutrition, exercise, and get enough sleep.As she gets older, those tinnitus of pounding steps or drums will get better.

She believed what the doctor said, and since then, there has been no strange sound at home.The infinite possibilities shrank quietly as her mind matured, and went back to the corner where no one noticed.Now she could distinguish the sounds and the images: trees were just trees.Shadows are just shadows.The sound of furniture being moved came from next door or from the street.And sometimes it was only her brother who was insomnia late at night walking in the living room.No. 15 Anemone Road in Regenberg is still her comfort zone without any mystery.

However, this may not be the case after tonight.She saw the fairy with her own eyes, and she was a hundred times more beautiful than black and white abstract words, so she had to admit that mysterious things must exist.How lucky she felt, and at the same time full of sadness, because the voices she heard from now on were uncertain again.

Maybe that's not such a bad thing.Butterfly Fairy said.Night is the shadow of the palace of death.

what is that?the girl asked.

So the Butterfly Forest Fairy took her in her arms and told her the story of life and death: the task of the two greatest goddesses, the one who transforms nothing into something, the other come over.Before life became life, they dwelt in the palace of death.But at that time it was the goddess of life who had power over them, and whoever she chose, she picked a flower of life from her garden as a token, and delivered it to the lucky one.Whoever can walk out of the palace of death with the token will become life.At this time, she is the controller of life and death.

But after life became life and dwelt in the world of life, it was the goddess of death who had power.She always holds a short knife that symbolizes her identity, and her eyes shuttle between all lives, staring at the tokens held by each life.Normally, the flower of life would only wither slowly under her gaze.But if she is in a bad mood, she can also make the flower dry up all at once, just like throwing it into a raging fire.The token dried up and turned black in an instant, and was burned to a pile of ashes.The life that loses the token dies.At this time, the life that once existed was completely owned by the goddess of death.She can use it at will and become the master of eternal life-even though she doesn't control anything that is really alive.She's just a taxidermy collector with an infinite display rack.

But, the girl asked her, that's not fair, is it?The goddess of life can only give, but the goddess of death can take away.Their power is uneven.Isn't that the goddess of death robbing her sister's collection?It's not like what her mother or teacher said, the balance of nature, the cycle of life, it's just a one-way street with no return.

The fairies in the Butterfly Forest began to laugh.She said it was a good question, but a fairy could not reveal the answer to a mortal.

You need to find out for yourself.She whispered to the girl.I will send you a present.

The fairy in the Butterfly Forest stretched her hand into the grass.She gently squeezed her fingers together, and picked out a snow-white flower in the shape of a wine glass from the depths of the dark grass.A plant known locally as crystal orchid.It shimmers alluringly and brightly in the night.

take it.said the fairy.She put the crystal orchid into the girl's hand.Let the flower branches lie on the girl's palm first, and then gather the fingers one by one to hold the token tightly.

It's yours now.said the fairy to her.Keep it safe and use it well.This is the only time.

The girl woke up with a start when the morning sun rose.She heard many dogs barking, including Leo, the neighbor's harrier, who had a peculiar bark.Someone was calling her name.

When Leo drilled through the weeds, her brother was the first to spot her.He slid down the steep rocky slope on a scrap plank, so he was faster than the other adults.His black hair was covered with dew, and his eyes concealed hesitation about the environment—they all heard adults say that people had disappeared in this area, and it was said that they were taken away by wolves.

How are you?her brother asked.

She wanted to tell him about the broken leg.However, when she tried to straighten her upper body, she found that leg didn't hurt at all.She could stretch and curl it easily, as if she wasn't hurt at all.She stood up straight from the ground, dirty but moving freely.

you fell asleep right here?her brother asked.That was a bit embarrassing indeed, she must have had the grown-ups looking for her all night.But how was she going to explain what she saw last night?It seemed to be just a dream.

At this moment, Leo barked sensitively.The grass behind the forest seemed to sway a bit.Her brother pulled her behind him and stared intently at the swaying grass.The dog barked louder and louder.

They should stay away from there.But her brother walked up slowly.At that time she found out that he had been holding a short knife in his right hand hidden behind his back.It is their folding fruit knife at home.He must have taken it with him when he went looking for her.

He approached the bushes and silently raised the knife.At that time, she wanted to call him and tell him to stop—could it be the butterfly forest fairy in the grass?That's too absurd.It could be some kind of small animal, or even a wolf.They don't know whether the wolf that the adults said is true or not.

The grass trembled.A bright orange-red shadow rose from it.It swooped in their direction, and her brother hurled the jackknife with the precision and brutality of throwing a throwing knife.The blade passed through the target and struck the tree trunk behind.A teenager wasn't strong enough to get it pinned, so it slid down and into the grass near the roots of the tree.The thrower walked over and picked it up.

She heard him cry out in surprise.

When he came back he had the orange-red thing in his hand.He showed it to her, and the girl saw the most beautiful and biggest butterfly she had ever seen in her life.It was dead, nearly sliced ​​in half by her brother's blade, a miserable specimen.For some reason she felt so sad, even a little angry with her brother - even though she knew it wasn't his fault.

He was obviously at a loss, and gently shook the two butterflies onto the grass.Let's go up first.He said with difficulty.Adults are looking for us.

He turned and walked ahead, when she called to him and plucked a strange dead grass from behind him.It seemed to have stuck to him by accident.But when she recognized the dead flower, she was surprised to find that it was a crystal orchid that was completely dehydrated, as if it had been scorched by a flame.Some vague terror made her shudder, and she was on the point of weeping.

what happened?her brother asked puzzledly.What's so scary about that?

You were rejected!she says.And on the way up the hill, he stuttered and talked about the dream of the butterfly forest fairy.She couldn't tell an adult about this, but her brother wasn't considered an adult either, at most he was considered a junior.

Your token has been taken away.she said breathlessly after climbing over the top of the hill.Your token of life!You must find a way to get it back!Get it back!Otherwise you will die very quickly!

She didn't know why she was so out of control and almost screamed at her brother.In fact that is completely baseless.And the teen—the male half her blood—was silent for a moment.He seemed to be thinking about what she said, or perhaps just listening to the howling wind in the forest.

Maybe you don't have to get it back.He said.Just let whoever wants it take it.If it was given by someone else, let someone else take it.

She started cursing him for being an idiot.In her native language and his native language.

He shrugged.

Everyone ends up the same.he added.

(End of this chapter)