"Was the room an abyss and a dimly lit butterfly appeared then flapping its wings to your face, leaving its dust in your face while your body is paralyzed?!" Iris exclaimed.
Apatura looks up at Iris, her face terrified. "P-please tell me it wasn't a black and white butterfly." Her voice caused the birds to fly away.
"N-no, it was a light purple butterfly. Like your birthmark," Iris hesitantly responded.
Apatura let out a huge sigh; her fresh mint breath contrasted with the burned smells.
"I don't know how you were able… Oh!"
"What?"
"It all makes sense. So their theory was true."
"What theory?" Iris tilted her head.
"The theory that your father was part butterfly."
"But how does it correlate?"
"Due to how only butterflies have been able to learn the butterfly movement. If you can see that butterfly, no matter what color it is, you might become as strong or even stronger than your father." Apatura said, smiling.
Apatura looks down, her smile turning upside down. "Don't worry; I will make sure you make it out alive," Apatura said in a calm, soothing voice.
"Can you tell me more about the butterfly movement? I am very interested, as I saw my father use the movement, and I want to know about how it works."
"Let's first eat; you need strength to survive another day until I find them and punish them for what they are doing to you." Apatura, with the unicorn on the ground, creates a knife, catching Iris' attention.
"Is that also part of the butterfly movement?"
"What part? Killing animals for food? I think that is called survival, Apatura said, as she began cutting the horn of the unicorn.
Falling on her back, Iris extends her hands. "I was talking about you creating things that don't exist."
Apatura looks back, her eyes changing color to a crimson red. Her hands have the horn of the unicorn, and the whole of the unicorn releases multicolored blood.
In a calm, almost sadistic voice, Apatura says, "No, it isn't part of the movement. Everyone can create it if they have created it by themselves; then one can call it until it breaks, and you have to do the process all over again."
"Oh, that is cool. There is so much for me to explore. Also, that voice was scary. Hehe." Iris giggled as the sun glared at her face.
Apatura began taking the skin off the unicorn. Creating cuts where its abdomen is located. The red blood constated the blood out of its horn. The smell of blood engulfed the zone they were located in.
Grrr
Iris looks to her side, seeing a pack of wolves, their hair-splitting into two different colors, a red and white color. Their fangs are pointing at the both of them.
"Apatura, they are surrounding us!" Iris worriedly screamed to call Apatura's attention.
Apatura looks back, her body covered in blood. Staring at the wolves, her presence overpowering the wolves.
Iris, with all her strength, sat back up, looking at Apaturas's change in character, sending a shiver down her spine. The innocent woman she knew appeared to be controlled by a different force.
The wolves, feeling nervous, extended their claws; suddenly, hiding in the bushes, a large wolf showed its large horn.
Auuuuu!!!!
A powerful howl tormented the forest. The trees around them, one by one, began falling down. The shaking ground caused many of the wolves to fall in awe of the magnitude of power from the wolf.
Iris, covering her ears with all of her strength, looked back at Apatura, standing up without any problems. Iris knew that there was something seriously wrong with Apatura. There had never been any warning signs of this behavior.
Has she fallen ill? Has she been corrupted by another creature? Is this her natural personality when faced with trouble? If yes, why didn't she act like this when they fought against the creature? A lot of questions were raised by Iris as she saw how the annoyed Apatura closed in proximity with the wolves, her hands to her side preparing to summon a blade.
One of the wolves is the first one to attack, jumping towards Apatura, preparing to tear her to parts.
Apatura, in a swift motion, created her blade, jumping backward, extended her hand backward, and in the blink of an eye, the head of the wolf rolled to where Iris was located.
The wolves and Iris looked at Apatura, surprised by how quickly the attack was countered.
The main wolf looked unbothered by her; instead, it began licking its lips, preparing for a fight.
The wolves walked back with fear in their eyes, leaving the leader at the forefront to fight against a different Apatura.
"Strong"
Iris looked at the wolf, petrified of the thought that a wild animal could speak. However, Apatura is completely unbothered by a speaking wolf; she only nods and begins illuminating her blade.
Now she was the first one to attack, running towards the large wolf, the size of six adult wolves. She extended her blade.
Pow!
In that short time frame, the wolf managed to produce a swipe that Iris managed to deflect; however, the potency of the attack moved her back a few steps.
The wolf acknowledged Apatura as a proper enemy.
Pow! Pow! Pow!
The wolf's swinging speed increased, causing the dust and air coming out from the blocks or Iris to further cause many trees to fall. Some wolves ran away out of fear while his most loyal stayed there, burying their claws in the ground to not be blown away.
Iris covered herself with her small shield; however, it didn't last due to it cracking. Fortunately, her legs stuck to the ground, preventing her from flying away. She never imagined that being unable to move her legs would bring her happiness.
Apatura, seeing her blade break, retreated. The wolf, now feeling the confidence of his certain victory, launched himself towards Apatura.
Seeing Apatura distractedly looking at the sky, Iris screamed, "Apatura! Look out!!"
Apatura looks down to see the wolf acknowledging Iris and going for her instead.
Apatura raced; adrenaline ran through her body, and her palms sweaty.
Iris closed her eyes and extended her hands with the remaining fragments of her shield to protect herself from the imminent attack.
Swish
In a heartbeat, Apatura grabs Iris, saving her from imminent death. Her back showed beautiful black and purple wings, and her head showed antennas.
Iris looked down, her legs stuck to a piece of the ground. She looked at the wolf, seeing how his two fingers were cut.
The wolf raised its bleeding hand, his face turning to pure anger, making its horn larger and darker.
Auuuuu!!!!