Chapter 1:
*No One's POV*
A little girl no more than five years old awakens from her slumber one morning. Her surprisingly striking hair is a beautiful shade of silver/gray, revealing itself into the sunrays entering into the room. She let's out a yawn while stretching out her body. Soft hazel eyes opens to see the familiar lack of furniture bedroom before letting out a sigh.
She gets out of her old beddings to get ready for the day. Once cleaned and ready in a simple black dress, her tiny feet makes footsteps down the stairs to where her mother and father are for the family breakfast.
"Morning father, moring mother," she greets them with a smile.
As usual like everyday, they ignored her while doing their own things. Father was reading the daily paper while mother is cooking breakfast. Most likely just for her and her husband. Not for the child. So the child silently sits in her usual seat, waiting for the leftovers that her parents never gives her to eat.
"When will you be returning home tonight?" the lady of the house asked her husband as she places the two plates on the table.
The lady of the house has peach colored skin like her husband with long dark brown hair. Her big matching eyes filled with ice and uncaring. A high society dress clothed her body in yellow and white.
"Late tonight," the man of the house answers, without making eye contact.
He has dark brown hair as well with black eyes. Normal clothing a modern Victorian suit for a man clothes his tall slender body.
The child is obviously invisible to them as they continue on being the bitter, cold couple. Her small mouth closed as usual while her eyes goes back and forth of the two adults in front of her.
Soon her parents leave the house to begin their day, leaving the child. No food is left on the plates so she heads back to her room. Her ear picks up something moving behind her where the table was. Turning back around, she sees a plate filled with hot food and a glass of milk stands next to the plate.
Her small stomach growls while her mouth waters. It has been days since the little girl has eaten anything. The small child eats up the food rather quickly at first, but a small voice next to her ear tells her to slow down while eating. It sounded a like a deep male's voice. She turns to see who is talking to her, but no one's there.
Shrugging it off, the little silver haired girl continues on with the food, but this time at a slower pace.
Once finished, a similar movement appears behind her again. This time the movement comes in front of her. Her big, soft hazel eyes meets a blue butterfly.
"Hello there," she smiles.
"Hello," the butterfly speaks in that familiar male voice that she heard.
His speaking startles her a little, but she smiles again. "What are you doing here?" the little girl asked curiously.
"There's no love in this house," he comments, looking around a little.
"Yea, only cold and bitterness."
The butterfly is surprised of her choice of words. "You seem to be smarter than you appear."
"I get that a lot by strangers. Do you have a name?"
"Absolem," he answers. "Do you have a name?"
She simply shook her head for a no.
"You do not?" Absolem asked confused.
"Not once they call me by a name."
"Interesting little girl you are. Follow me," he says, fluttering towards the front door.
Curiously, she follows the blue butterfly. Strangers watches in wonder of why there's a strangely colored haired little girl following a just as strange colored butterfly down through the streets of London. Neither of them pays any attention to the people around them as they continue on walking.
Absolem leads her to the forest next to the town. At this point the sun is on the other side of the sky. Silver continues to follow Blue into the woods. Some of the townspeople are in fear of what's happening to the little girl and even tried to go and get her. But before they can even get to the woods line, both the butterfly and little girl disappeared.
The more walking that she does, the more her feet begins to feel sore and tiring. Absolem notices this, lets her rest for a minute before continuing on their journey. Her mouth is dry from thirst and her small stomach growls at the lack of food again since it's been hours. Oranges and reds color the sky when the butterfly finally stops.
Little girl stops in front of him and sees a hole in the tree. She looks down to see that the hole can go down more deeper than it looks. He gives her one last look before flying into the hole. Something inside tells her to slide down so she went with what she feels and sits down on the grounds. Her small hands push her small down to the hole, disappearing from this world.