Z/N: Mazikeen and The Endless do not belong to me, Neil Gaiman discovered them.
I'm going to keep writing Mazzy. She needs to be written
I. Melt
She bends down in the wind, a solitary figure once more. Being used to loneliness is worse than loneliness itself. A butterfly moves against the wind current, followed by another, and yet another. Soon there are five butterflies hovering around her. She reaches up to touch one. It alights on her palm and dissolves into ash. The rest quickly follow the same fate. She cries out, heartbroken by this smallest of things. The girl walks over to her. "You broke my Butterflies. Why did you break my Butterflies?" She asks, a bit put off, but mostly curious. "Eye did not mean tew..." Mazikeen replies, arms now clutching her own frame tightly, afraid that if she lets go, she will dissolve just like the butterflies.