Adventures through Wilid

1. Herophant

In the beginning of the allness, there lived a catterpillar. The caterpillar was pink. It crawled a little on it's belly to the leaf, and started biting into it. The caterpillar bit and chewed and swallowed. As it grew thicker, so too did the space around it begin closing in around the pink caterpillar. The pink caterpillar was soon engulfed by a warm, moist web of leaf. The pink caterpillar continued biting and chewing, and pleasure never seemed to end. Until, suddenly, there was light. The pink caterpillar knew this was light, for it definitely was not dark. The pink caterpillar bit into the light. Falling. A paw. Wind. She knew it was wind. There was no other word for it. She knew the word, because the thought had always been there. Wind. Wings. These were her's. She had wings. Her eyes opened, and she realized that somewhere between her first bite of leaf, at that very moment, she had developped a gender. She knew it was gender. It's always been. It wasn't anything new, or special. It just made it easier to differentiate between he and she beings. There are many species. He's and she's, she understood, mated for perservation of the species. It worked. A shadow. Another paw. A giant being with huge flaps along what she knew to be a face, and a long wiggley pipe where she knew to be a nose. For all it's gigantic features, the being had very small eyes. Small, beautiful eyes. They were beautiful. She gave what she thought to be a smile, and batted what she knew to be her eyelids over her own eyes. She knew that's what they were called when she saw the giant being's small ones. She knew they were small, because everything else wasn't. It was all bigness. So she knew she was small. She suddenly felt afraid. She flapped her wings. Once. Twice. Falling. Paw.

"BUT! HER FLY!!!' The giant being blasted out, in what she could only image to be a whisper to his own ears. She smiled. She knew she was smiling. She felt an opening in what she now knew to be her own face.

"Butterfly," she bellowed. The giant being beamed.

"BUTTERFLY," he boomed. Butterfly felt her wings cringe. She flapped them again. Flapping. Air. Wind. Flapping. Flapping. Elevation. She flapped and flapped and wished never to stop flapping. She flapped for what seemed an eternity. She knew this is what infinity felt like. She remembered it from the beforeness. It felt like flying. She flapped and flapped, further and further away from the giant being. She missed the giant being. She sighed. She had forgotten to look where she was before she flapped away. She looked around. There was no giant booming being with big flaps and a long pipe on its face. She felt alone. She knew this to be the word. She knew words to be the written version of thoughts. She knew they were written inside her own face. She couldn't see the words, she could only hear what she knew to be her voice speaking out what she thought to be her thoughts. She knew that if she could see the words, they would spell the giant being's name. The light in the sky was falling. She knew it would soon be what could only be called dark. She felt afraid, lost. She sunk. Lower and lower towards the earth. She perched on a feather and closed her eyes.

"Tell me why I should not eat you right here and now." The voice was loud, it hooted almost. Butterfly's eyes snapped open to find a set of round, yellow eyes glaring right back at her.

"Because you will die, and I shall not tell you which part of me is most venomous to your breed of being. So eat me and ask me again in your next cycle when I ask if you have grown any wiser," Butterfly said confidently. She knew that to be the word as surely as she knew the ones spoken to the yellow-eyed feathery being to be true. She glared back. The eyes withdrew. She saw a fairly large yellow beak, it opened right in front of her - cavernous, foul smelling and dark ... especially dark. The dark, foul-smelling, cavernous hole withdrew, releasing a sharp squawk as the feathery being stood on it's hind-legs and flapped it's own wings wildly. Butterfly assumed the feathery being had seen sense, and so she ventured to ask questions.

"Friend, what are you? Butterfly asked.

"I am that which flies with feathers," the feathery being said in defeated tones.

"Have you seen the giant being with flaps alongside its face and a giant pipe where its nose should be?"

"Yes. If I take you to the giant being, will you feed me?" the feathery being said.

Butterfly knew what agreeing meant, and she agreed anyway. The feathery being soared up, higher and higher into the dark sky. Butterfly followed on, flapping fast to keep up. For many moments they soared. They flew until the giant burning orb in the sky came out. In the distance, she heard a loud booming voice. Prbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrb. She knew only one being great enough to make that sound. She flapped harder, faster than she ever had before in her life. She saw four giant legs lifting one even larger body into the air. She watched as the two front legs sprang up into the air, watched as the whole thing came to standing on only two paws. Butterfly was awed. She flew up to its face and screamed at the top of her voice. The giant beam turned. The eyes. They were wrong. Butterfly stopped mid-flight; claws fastened tight around her small body, it hurt. She screamed.

"Elderphant, will I die from eating this conniving insect?" the feathery being snapped at the giant being. Butterfly was sad. She had been tricked. The feathery being lead her to the wrong giant being. She sobbed.

"Eat, bird, and you shall live to see another day. But die you will!" the giant being boomed. It had hard eyes, and lots of scars. The bird sqawked loud in celebration. Wasting no time, Bird tore at Butterfly's wings that she would not fly, threw her into the air and tilted his head back in wait of the tastey treat that awaited him, he thought. Butterfly screamed. There was thunder. She knew that to be the sound thunder made. She remembered it from somewhere far away. She knew she would be there again soon, so she smiled. She wished she could see the friendly giant being with beautiful eyes one more time. A flash of lightning. Darkness.