Necrotia: I have no idea where this story is going to go, so I'll just start it, shall I?
Prologue: Creating Chaos
Twelve members of the SERMC (Society of Enthusiasts of Rare Magical Creatures) were currently in a boat in the Amazon River, looking for the Volatilis Argentum: a very rare magical butterfly, more commonly known as the "Silver Wing". The males were of a pure silver colour, all over their body, whereas the females - which were even more rare than the males – had a faint emerald pattern on their wings.
The SERMC members had not yet managed to get a glance of this rare butterfly, but had seen plenty of Amazonian magical creatures, both rare and common. They had captured many of them on camera, and couldn't wait to show their findings to the rest of the society.
Their boat sailed onwards, propelled by magic, as the witches and witches onboard scoured the surroundings for the ultimate prize. The whole point of the trip had been to get at least a glimpse of the Silver Wing, and, since they were returning to Britain the next day, this was their last chance.
Then someone saw it: a glimpse of silver against the sun. Everyone's heads turned when there was a whisper of, "Over there!"
The boat moved slowly towards the butterfly; everyone could see it now, but no one dared to move in case it flew away.
Every single person stared in awe. The Volatilis Argentum was mere feet away from them, mere feet. It was sat on a plant, its wings shining in the sunlight. Many felt they had never been so privileged in their entire life; that was how important it was to them. And then, someone dared to move: a small, slender witch who whispered, "Volatilis Argentum." All the other members of the boat flinched, but the butterfly did not move, causing them all to sigh out with relief.
Soon enough, cameras were being whipped out bags – albeit carefully – and each witch and wizard held their camera in their hand, waiting for the first person to press the button.
Now, many people have heard of the Butterfly Effect, which states that when a butterfly flaps its wings, it creates a storm (or something of that kind) somewhere else in the world. And that's just a non-magical butterfly.
So what about an extremely rare, extremely magical butterfly?
The small, slender witch was again, the first to act. Click. Flash. Flap. Wait … flap?
Yes, flap. The flash of the camera had startled the Silver Wing butterfly. But it did not fly away, oh no, it just flapped one flap. One flap, which was enough for the members of the SERMC to see the faint emerald patterns on its wings. Not only was this a Volatilis Argentum, it was a female Volatilis Argentum.
This was a good last day in the Amazon.
One flap.
How much could one flap do?
Onyx: Please don't ask where the slash is in this prologue, there is none. I intended it that way.
Necrotia: don't blame me, I just wrote it. You know, this prologue could make a really, really cool story –
Onyx: - like the one that involves DMHP slash, which is this one!
Necrotia: What I meant was that this prologue leaves the idea of the story open, so anyone could use the prologue and create a totally different story after it.
Onyx: True, true. Quite a good idea, really.
Necrotia: Anyways, we must stop talking, so please leave a review! Thanyou!