Budding in the Dawn
Chapter 1
Follow your heart
( in the wrong direction )
A young girl sat in field trying to remember what the heck is was going on.
"Hello?" she called out again impatience covering her tone.
At this point she was getting very, very frustrated. Here she was sitting in a field waiting for somebody to show and explain to her what was going on. Or she hoped somebody would show, otherwise why was she sitting in a field?
Surely she wasn't alone? Somebody had to come for her, because she was... who was she? How could anyone forget their own name, even who they where. An yet as the girl sat in place watching dawn break over the horizon, these thoughts began to bug her more and more.
"Surely somebody must know of me begin here, right?" she tried to assure herself, trying to think of anything that would that would make her situation less bleak.
"There was… The Voice!" she thought, remembering with almost a sense of glee "They must know I'm here, they must becoming to get me!"
With that thought as a comfort, she sat waiting for whoever she believed was coming, watching the sun rise and paint the sky in pink and purple hues. Taking note of the shape of the clouds as they passed her by in the sky trying to keep finding ways to pass the time. An as she sat several things about her environment struck her as odd.
Nearly every direction she look there was damage. One area had large chunks dirt upturned, another had chunks of what look like a platform and chunks of concrete impaled in the ground, as though they fell from a great height. Even off in the distance she could make out some strange, green plant stretching off into the sky it's top hidden from view by the clouds.
The second spotted it she actively had to fight the urge to just get up and walk towards the giant plant ascending into the sky. Why did she have such a strong urge to walk to the plant that was ascending into the sky? She could feel that plant was important, both to her and the to world, and yet she could not remember why.
And as she kept trying to remember why the plant was so important, she could feel her head begin to ache. Some part of her screamed to change her mind like it was in danger, to think about anything other than the stupid plant. Yet it swirled in her thoughts like a dark abyss, consuming her thoughts like a dark cloud.
That plant was…the Dreamstalk, one of the most important plants in the universe. It was connected to something, and was she connected to that something. Yet what that something was continued to escape her. The more and more she thought about the more her head began to ache. She need to think about something else and yet…
Suddenly something in moved in the corner of her eye and with a turn of her head she saw something right out of a picture book. There was a little butterfly sitting on a blue flower even smaller than it. And as the girl continued to stare at the butterfly her head began to fill with new questions all regarding this tiny butterfly.
"Hello, are you the one calling for me?" she paused for a moment listening to the sound of her voice, "I suppose not, after all you are just a butterfly."
Once again she paused looking up into the sky, watching the sun rise high into the blue sky.
"I've been here for a while already. I'm starting to wonder if they're actually coming," she said once again speaking to the butterfly.
"I'm waiting for somebody to show up" She said, giving the butterfly some context to her situation.
"I know your not going to respond, but it's nice having somebody to talk to, ya know?" she gave a quick glance making sure it was still there.
"My name is…." the girl gave pause, struggling to think of what her name knew she had one, after all everybody has a name. And the voice had called her something, and that was her name. So she sat trying to think of the name that belonged to her, staring at the sun as it rose into the sky.
Suddenly she came up with a great idea, a little game to play to both pass time and help pick out a new name if she couldn't remember her old one.
"Maybe you could help me pick one out little butterfly. Just give me a flap of the wings if it doesn't fit alright? She looked at the butterfly for some sort of response, taking the fact that it hadn't flown away as a yes.
"Serena, maybe?" She threw out right away watching for the butterfly's response. A quick flap of butterfly wings gave her an answer
"No I wasn't too fond of that one myself." The Girl paused giving herself another few minutes to come up with another name.
"Susie then?" She tried though another few quick flaps of wings gave her the same answer.
"Yeah I'm pretty sure that ones already in use anyways" she replied with a grumble.
There she sat head in her hands beyond frustrated. She could not remember her own name. An everyone she had come up with was shot down with just a few seconds. She was about to give up, after all did she really need a name, when one last name came to her.
"What about Sectonia?" she tried out, feeling a sudden flash of pain in her head at saying the name out loud. Just as suddenly as the pain was there, it was gone. The girl wonder what it meant until she realized something very important. She knew her name.
"My name is Sectonia. Sectonia! I really like it, Thank you for playing my game with me butterfly" Sectonia said with joy. With a small nod at the butterfly, Sectonia proceeded to turn her head and continue to scan the horizon for movement.
So there sat Sectonia, a girl with horns, six hands resting on the ground, wrapped in a green cloak shifting in the wind, waiting for somebody to come tell her who she was and why she was here. Yet as she sat her thoughts once again began to wander to the mystery surrounding her life.
Was somebody really coming for her, or had she just made up the voice in a desperate attempt for something to help her understand the situation? As the sun kept climbing higher into the sky Sectonia was starting to believe the latter. She gave a long glance towards the Dreamstalk feeling that itch to walk towards it.
"What do you think Butterfly? Should I go and look for the voice, or stay here and wait?"
Sectonia gave a sigh, here she was asking a butterfly for she could bounce ideas off it, but she doubted it would be much help with this problem. Sectonia was frustrated and bored, how long could she just sit here? Maybe she should go and just look for that supposed voice herself.
"Ugh! I can't just walk off… what I need is a sign! A sign of where I'm supposed to go!" Sectonia let out another large sigh, laying down on the grass watching the clouds roll by looking for a magical sign to do something.
After watching the clouds clear the sky Sectonia sat up turning her head towards the Dreamstalk with a strong sense of the clouds now gone she could she the large pink flowers blooming all over the part of her thought of her that they were blue, but quickly shrugging off the idea she stood up and took her first steps towards the Dreamstalk. The wind picked blowing her hair and rustling her cloak giving her…
...A face full blue petals.
"Pfft! That was a bit weird, eh butterfly?" Sectonia glanced back at the butterfly expecting it to be one the flower. She nearly jumped when instead it was fluttering everso calmly in front of her face. Then it just turned around a flew off into the woods.
"Well goodbye then…"Sectonia said, not quite sure what to make of whatever just happened.
Turning around to face the Dreamstalk once again, Sectonia took another step towards it. Only to once again to get a face full of crisp blue petals.
"What kind a sign is this? If I'm not supposed to go there, What am I supposed to do?" Sectonia yelled, venting her frustration to the heavens above. She closed her eyes letting the sun warm her skin, taking a deep calming breath. Opening her eyes, she nearly jumped out her skin again when her the butterfly was once in front of her face.
"Heh, are you supposed to be my sign?" She asked, voice tired with exasperation.
Instead of providing anything close to an answer, it once again began a fluttering path towards the forest. Though as she watched, the butterfly gave pause and fluttered in place.
Sectonia could feel the stare of the small insect on her and shivered. And yet it was so obviously waiting for her, it's orange wings beat with a great sense of patience. So with a cautious step, Sectonia began her walk towards not only the butterfly, but towards whatever adventure lay ahead of her.
Yet had her eyes stayed on the Dreamstalk even for a second she would seen the, six fairies and being just like her descend from the Dreamstalk. Two of the fairies had gently set the pink orb down on the ground, while the rest carefully placed a small house some ways behind him.
The Not-Sectonia had not so gently dropped its own charge on the ground, with a sigh of relief to be free of the heavyweight. With a few final goodbyes, the group parted the fairies and Not-Sectonia taking off into the sky.
An yet Not-Sectonia gave one last look at the Dreamstalk, a few tears streaming down his face, before turning back and following the Fairies back to their Kingdom.
Tada! That is the first proper chapter to this story!
Thing to happen Latter include getting some bad directions, appeasing old beings, breaking flowers pots and dealing with hyperactive children, all not nesscalicy in that order.
Sorry about the lateness of this hopefully I can find a better posting schedule.
See yall next time.