Prologue
Deep in a mysterious cave in the furthermost corner of Flutterfield, concealed by thousands upon thousands of thistleburst, Henna, the butterfly fairy sat cross legged on the dusty cavern floor in front of a black, battered cauldron, with her eyes closed reciting an ancient hymn from a spell book passed down to her from her mother.
"Henna," she'd said, "when you get old enough to learn the ancient, forgotten art of Butterfly Fairy magic, I only wish that you have this. I know you'll do great things to help the whole of Flutterfield."
Henna smiled as she recalled the memory. If only her mother could see her now. She'd be so proud of the discoveries Henna has achieved.
Reciting the last line, Henna held her hands above the lip of the cauldron and tensed her fingers tightly. She felt a tingling sensation radiating from her heart to her head all the way through her body until it burst from her fingertips. She opened her eyes to see lilac sparkles flowing smoothly from her fingertips.
Magic, she thought. Only a handful of Butterfly Fairies knew of this forgotten art and this knowledge made Henna feel special. She could do so much and become the most powerful fairy in all of Flutterfield. Her heart started to race with the thought of making her deceased mother so proud.
Until the thoughts of Queen Marabella invaded her mind and shattered her fantasy. The reason her mother was dead. Henna's eyes darkened with distaste for the Queen who managed to save everyone from the skeezites. Everyone except her own sister.
Henna shook her head, pulling herself out of her brooding memory in time to see the last of the purple sparkles fall into the cauldron.
The now purple liquid began to bubble and hiss loudly just like it had every other time. A flash of white light lit up the darkness of the cave, causing Henna to shield her eyes with her arms. When she lowered them, the once purple liquid had turned into a bright white light.
With the reason of her journey in her purse, Henna hovered over the cauldron and, with a mighty push of her wings, dove head first into the light, on her way to a world she'd been many times before.