Author's Notes: Hey huns, I am back. Did you miss me? I would like to again thank my friend Ktrenal for the use of Dveyantriaenayotcheyvanyshlavarth the Silver Butterfly of Life and Purity, and Kayathrandyl the Purple Butterfly Messanger in this fiction. Renosaellii is also Ktrenal's creation. Thanks lovely. This chapter I am building up more of the myth that surrounds the religion of the Buterfluas, the Myth and Legend of Cytledorma. Which makes this a longer chapter, I hope. So, please enjoy. Oh, and a NOTE people. The huge chunk in italics is the legend of Cytledorma…. Enjoy.

Chapter 7: The Legend of Cytledorma

Renonalte

"It's beautiful…" the stoic priest said, standing in awe of one of the most sacred possessions of our people.

Since his rise to power a month ago he had been taught everything he had not learned as a child from the various lead Priests and Priestesses of our gods. I had to admit that how close he was getting to the Priestess Alana of Ayejatochevshla, Butterfly of water, made me rather jealous. Afterwards he had assured me that he was mine, and in a way that even I couldn't mistake easily. Still, there was a sense of foreboding in my heart, the knowledge that if Rudelynth was really the Chosen One he would bring us peace and yet our people would fall and it would be blamed on him. It would mean that I would be the last of the Royal Line.

"They say," I started to explain, "That all High Priests have some of his blood in them, which explains the wing patterns."

"The wings of Cytledorma… And only we can view them…" he said, reaching out to brush his fingers over the living crystal that encased the treasure. "So, the legends are true. They did exist."

The burly guard cleared his throat, signaling that our time was up and that the treasure must be sent back down into the vaults with the others. With a bow Rude turned away, not waiting for me to follow him. It took me a moment to catch up with Rude, unlike him I didn't know my way through the crystal halls of the Temple. Just as my father mainly stayed in the palace most of the time, Rudelynth now resided here, making our relationship difficult. Only Priests, their guards and the King could enter here and walk these halls freely.

When we were safe in Rude's room, he pulled me hesitantly into an embrace and kissed my cheek before releasing me. I couldn't help but chuckle at his nervousness towards his personal guard in the corner. The High Priest moved to his bed and stripped off his top so he could scrutinize his wings in their full glory in his mirror. Once he fulfilled this daily compulsion, he sat upon the bed and gestured for me to join him.

As I sat by him he covered my hand with his own. I am not ashamed of saying that this is the most public affection I could get out of the stoic Priest. Still, I love him, no matter how he acts. He still means the world to me, and so much more.

"Tell me about Cytledorma…" he said, pressing close to me. I nodded and cleared my throat.

"Once, long ago, the Buterfluas was composed of many tribes struggling for dominance. Some tribes specialized in warfare, some in farming, others devoted themselves to religion. The most feared Buterfluas were ones with jet black wings and were knowledgeable in the ways of dark magic. Yet there was a woman with wings as black as the starless night sky that was not as bad as her tribe. She fell in love with a male of the most religious tribe and lovely golden wings and bore him a son she named Seyin. His wings were the first of mixed color ever, and people were fearful of him. All throughout his childhood he was alone, and his parents raised him in seclusion. His mother taught to him the dark arts and his father taught him of the one god, The Creator.

"When Seyin came of age his parents were slain due to a horrible battle near their home, a battle between the warriors with wings of pale blue and those with the black powers. Righteous anger was born in Seyin and he went to the two tribes when they were negotiating an allied force to se against the other tribes. The leader of the Dark Buterfluas, the Dark Lord with a name lost to history, wanted power and glory like most dictators do. So, when he saw Seyin, his potential usurper, enter the peace talks he ordered the man to be executed. The warrior Buterfluas were moved by the way the male accepted this fate even though he had the power to slay them all in the blink of an eye. The leader of these warriors, a great man named Nydaisyl saw the same potential in the man of mixed blood and he demanded that Seyin be released or war would continue, and they would not lose. The Dark Lord gave in and Seyin was freed and integrated into the new tribe that was composed of warriors and mages.

"Over the next few years Seyin became stronger and mastered the strongest spells. By Nydaisyl he was taught the art of warfare and many deadly skills. Still, just as it seemed Seyin was about to take over the joint tribe, a vision came to him in his sleep. In it he saw the Creator. The Creator bid Seyin to flee from his new home, for the Dark Lord intended to kill him. And when he awoke an assassin was poised over him. Seyin struggled with the man and slew him with his own sword. Then Seyin did the unthinkable, he cut off his wings and laid them before the Dark Lord's tent, trying to give proof that the assassin had killed him so he could hide far away from the tribe. Barely alive due to blood loss, Seyin fled.

"A week later he was found by a hunter with blood red wings who had been visited in a dream by the Creator. This man took Seyin to his home, not knowing who he was but assuming from the dried blood and jagged scars that the male was an escaped prisoner of the mages and warriors. For a week the hunter and his tribe, the allied hunters, farmers and monks, tended to Seyin with no clue that he was a man of great destiny. When finally he awoke they learned of who he was and were both fearful and respectful of the man. Seyin only stayed a month longer before his next vision, but the people grew to love and honor him before he was again forced to flee, this time for their sake.

"For several years Seyin traveled the world, sometimes stumbling into a town bleeding for he'd had to cut off and burn his wings, sometimes after a battle so spent time healing others. Yet ultimately he had met all the tribes and all had tried to get him to stay. Word had been spread about the man and he was dubbed a Holy man. Yet he knew the pain he healed came about from a power deep within him. Some began to foolishly follow him, but only ever one from each different walk of life. Of these followers he taught some specific magics or skills to and those who taught him new magics in return. Yet no matter where he went there was always the death and destruction caused by his latent and most potent of magics. So when he learned of a priestess in the only tribe he hadn't visited held magic strong enough to call back the recent dead, he knew he had to meet her.

"When Seyin entered the Sacred Temple of the White Buterfluas, he was met by the most beautiful female he had ever laid eyes upon. This woman, he learned later, was the priestess he sought. Her people took care of his followers and taught him the pure magics of healing far above his own prior skills. Yet more came from this simple relationship, a child. Dveyan and Seyin, total opposites, were secretly wed and she bore him a child with wings of violet and named this son Kayathrandyl. For a year Seyin stayed amongst the White Buterfluas in the Holy City and its living crystal temple. Then the war came, drawn to Seyin as darkness was.

"The Dark Lord's forces had been amassed and his conquest was to be the death of the only visible threat and the city that he resided. Seyin knew this was coming due to another vision from the Creator. He foresaw three possible outcomes: his death and the destruction of the city; his fleeing and destruction of any who had aided him; or victory and peace followed by destruction before his own death. Seyin made his choice that night, but not one of those three. He chose a method to avoid the destruction that was his essence. The man went to the camp of the Dark Lord, leaving his followers behind. As he entered the camp his old friends and the ones hypnotized by the Dark Lord's power attacked him.

"It is said that in the heat of battle, new wings spread from the back of Seyin, not the black and gold he had been born with, but black, silver and violet. The blood of his enemies drenched his body and turned his wings and weapon crimson. In the end only Seyin and the Dark Lord stood, the warrior tribe distancing themselves form them. Dorama they called him, Death Bringer, and stood both in awe and horror of him. Styela they gave him as a title, terming him forever as the Dark God. In the end Seyin used forbidden magic to slay the Dark Lord, leaving him the sole survivor of the tribe. When he returned, months later, to the Holy City, he begged his wife to slay him, to put an end to his power. But she could not do the task and they argued for many days. In the end they were separated and only their young son could get them to speak to each other. Still, Dveyan loved her husband and sought peace so that he could feel content, doubt the evil things people called him. She summoned a council of Buterfluas and they elected to finally form, together, one great people. Yet when Seyin was named their leader, their King, he refused the title. Instead he placed upon the throne the hunter named Renosaellii, who had first saved his life long ago. Seyin then was chosen as High Priest of the religion.

"Still, in his last years he was plagued by visions. Upon himself he took titles given him in the Duel of Darkness as a new name and became Cytledorma, the Archangel of Darkness, Destruction, Despair and Death. He spoke of how the dead were reincarnated as butterflies if they were truly worthy, or born again in the Buterfluas if they needed to atone for past sins. While he laid on his death bed, his former wife, Lady Dveyantriaenayotcheyvanyshlavarth, Archangel of Light, Creation, Joy and Life, and his son Kayathrandyl the Messanger listened with the recorder of the Temple when his final vision came to him. He foresaw the ending of the Buterfluas, and ending that would come because of him, no matter what he did. He saw the final son of his bloodline, the Chosen One who would be catalyst to the ending. He set up, via the recorder, the traditions of the Priesthood with his final breaths. In the hands of his son he left his legacy and wings which had been cut off by his son, so that he might be remembered. Years later a vision came to the King and Cytledorma's son, of the heavenly council and of the Creator and his Chosen. The Creator wanted no worship, but gave control of the world to the pure and worthy, the new gods and goddesses, with Cytledorma and the pure and holy bringer of light Dveyantriaenayotcheyvanyshlavarth at the head. The Creator proclaimed that Kayathrandyl would also join the pure one day. These ones would have the world in their hands, it would become their responsibility to protect and control the world and its balance of power. From then on the religion of our modern day came to be, yet always with fear of the Chosen One in Cytledorma's final vision. That Chosen One would be Seyin reincarnated in flesh, and would be the last Priest of our people, as the ruler he loved would be the incarnation of his wife, and their child the incarnation of his own son. And when all three walked again in flesh, our end would come and the time of the humans would begin…"

Rudelynth had sat quietly through the whole tale reflecting heavily on the words and probably committing them to memory.

"So… They say all High Priests after the third were Cytle's descendants. You are of sacred blood. That is why harming the High Priest is a great and terrible crime…"

"You are a descendant of the hunter Renosaellii?" Rude questioned.

"Yes, all my family is."

"My life's like Seyin's…"

I said nothing, but I did sigh.

"Maybe I am the…"

"Don't say it!" I growled, "You are not! You don't deserve the pain! You are merely a descendant of the third High Priest."

"Believe what you want Reno…" Rude said, "But it fits, does it not?"

"Yes Rude… it fits," I said sorrowfully.

"Stay here tonight," he asked.

"I don't think I…" I started but was cut off by his lips on mine. When he pulled back he waved his guard away. "On second thought," I said, "I'm sure I can make time to tutor the high Priest in a few of the specialties of the royal family…"