The Peace of Papillons

by SpecialDelivery.2

Gala, an embittered and traumatized woman, is to continue with uniting the galaxy under a sole identity…Hard to do with your own baggage from a costly war, but at least your friends made it out intact. [Non-Canon, Aftermath, Everyone Lives]

1. Chapter 1

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SUCH BELOW IS AN AUTHENTIC SLICE OF FANFICTION.

ANY DUPLICATE DISPLAYED NOT HERE WILL BE FOUND TO BE PIRATED.

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"THE PEACE OF PAPILLONS"

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Among the gardens under a spreading azure sky, a blond cerulean Rhopalocera detailed her itinerary among the dewdripping flowers, opening their shy buds to a cool dawn. Brilliant wings of a fiery azure sapphire jewel, golden feathering, flitter open and closed at the speed of blinking eyes. Her wings are fragilest amongst the dewy beads, collecting to the stick wherever she alights. Her sails lose dusty scales over her passage from flower to flower and under willows. A rough breeze removed some of the plates on her wings, brushing these off their grain holders like stumbling clumsy fingers holding on. A thorny purple thistle becomes her place of refuge as this Rhopalocera clings to the tips of the seeds producing at the top…More dust from her wings falls into the skin of petals aligning the bottom of the bud. Along the edge of her long black aviator frames may be seen the wear from her travels. Two trails stream stiffly out from the rear oval quarters, appearing harassed and bitten. Wings lift to ninety degrees parallel, hiding herself as thin as she can be found from the ever building breeze's strength. Behind her body, these paper wings bear banner colors to the sky, nearly three hundred sixty degrees one may see the colors borne brightly and true yet.

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