Setting: National Museum of Singapore, Present day (2014)
Gere: Romance/family
Story plots:
I have two plots for this story
First plot: Min Er aka Xiao Yu woke up to find herself in Qing Dynasty. With her new identity and not knowing how to return, she has no choice but to continue on. With the mind of 28 years old stuck in the body of 16 years old, how is she going to copy? With her mature and modern way of thinking, she bound to do thing that will shock others. While she adopt with her new life, a road of romance path open for her there. Where she is struggle between the moral principle of old way and love. Will she allow her past to continue cloud her judgement or she is going to love like no regret?
Second plot is no time-travel and is happen when she met with the woman that her boyfriend had cheated her on. There is more about the woman and her past is coming back to haunt her. New romance turns up and she is hesitating about it. This time will she move on from her past and accept love again or she is going to lost hope in love and stays alone forever?
Fushicho is one of the messenger from hell. She use dead butterfly to help deliver the message to people, inform them their unavoidable death. She work for hell to paid for her sin and been doing her job for very long time. This is her story...
Full Summary:
Dead butterfly, just like the name implied, it is a butterfly that came from the undead and undead butterfly is the lady who breed them. Â Legend say that it is a curse to meet one as all soon will reach the end of life after the encounter, even rarer if you mange to see the lady.
The lady who is their master, common known as undead butterfly, is one of the messengers from hell. She is always spotted to be surrounded by her butterflies and wearing kimono thus, hard to miss her.
The butterflies have the color of black only and if you take a closer look, you may found that there are different pattern on their wing to separate them. Each type has different meaning of death or should I say the cause of death. Undead butterfly and the receiver are the only one will ever know what message the butterfly delivered.
But do you know how all these come about? Origin of the butterfly? Who she really is? Is she human or devil from hell? Story passes down and through time much information left and now in the even advancing modern era not much people believe her existence anymoreâŠ
Fires dancing around in the air as they burn so bright, itâs a beautiful sight indeed as the flame continue to consume the girl. The villagers surrounded near the flame happily cheering as they finally get rid of the devil but oh how wrong they are when what they do is just turning an innocent girl into a vengeance woman. Sudden laughter echoing the space as it brings the chill down their spine. Even near the fire, they canât help but shiver. Â They wonder have she gone mad as she continues to laugh out loud.
âHow ironic that you think the death will stop by burning me when it will only cause the worse to befall! I was a fool for believing you all will soon accept who I am and now I have paid the price.â Sadness flash across her eyes before she harden it as the insane look was back on her face.
âOh shut up! You witch! You deserve it! Burn her! She is the cause of all these!â Villagers all shout back as they turn their fear into hate or anger.
âHow dare you! I done nothing wrong and yet you all treat me like vermin! It was because of your ignorance and selfishness that the disease continues to spread. I was just comforting those restless soul.â For a moment, her features soften as she having some flashback.
âThatâs the proof of witchcraft and those butterflies only appear when people are dying. You are using those butterflies as a tool to curse the people! Enough talk just burns her before she destroys us all!â One by one the villager throws their torch into the flame and makes the fire even bigger.
âAAHHH!!! Donât think I will let this pass, you all had cross the line the moment you start to mess with my friend! If it is a curse you wish then so be it, I will not be mercy! Dead butterfly! Hear my cries and come!â All of a sudden butterflies come from all direction as all fly toward the girl within the flame, not longer before the girl being cover with so many of them that you no longer see her instead a big butterflies and they all consume by the flame, not one is left. The sight is so eerie beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
The villagers should feel happy that they kill the witch but they no longer can cheer as they canât forget her last wordâŠ
What happen in here?â A blond guy look around in his twenty asks his friend as he wanders around the wasteland that uses to be a village.
âNobody knows the whole story just that within one night the whole place being burn down in nothing but ash, no one survive. Even after so many years, nothing grows on here.â Another black-hair guy looks around the same age reply as they check around.
Well, I guess this better since before the fire, I heard there is disease spreading around and with the fire it all gone.â The blond guy replies his friend.
âAlex! How could you say such thing! These are people we are talking about!â His friend scolds him.
âJohn there is no need for you to shout right, oh my earâŠBeside; I hear they actually burn a girl alive assuming she is a witch. Can you believe it? Just how ignorance can they get, this is what happen when there is no technology and people donât believe in science.â Alex sighs as he shakes his head.
âPoor girlâŠanyway just focus on the task at hand first, we need to finish this up before nightfall.â John instructs Alex as they continue their work.
 After looking around and take enough photo and information they start to head back but before so they saw a woman standing near the top of the hill that can view the whole place. She look like she come from a tradition family for she is wearing a kimono. We wonder is she here to mourn or visit as we observe her kimono is pale purple with black butterfly pattern and complete with a red obi tie around her waist. She wears no make-up or accessories yet she looks just fine like that. There were some black butterflies at her surroundings.
âHey I though no one visit here anymore?â Alex questioned as they both curious why this woman is here for.
âDo you think maybe she know the whole story?â Alex wonders as he tries to take a closer look at the woman.
âMaybe, who know, just go ask her.â John exclaim as they decide and as they begin to jog toward the woman.
âHey!â Just as Alex was about to call attention from the woman, sudden gusts of wind blow past them and for a moment they close their eye to prevent dust or dirt from coming in.
âWhat theâŠâ Was their thought as they open their eyes to see that the woman is gone?
âWhere did she go to? She canât just disappear!â John exclaimed as they stand on the spot not long ago where the woman have just taken. The butterflies still wander around even though there is no flower for them.
âHow should I know, maybe she run? Or did my eye just play trick on me and there is actually no one here in the first place?â Alex reply as he wonder.
âThat canât be, if so then even I also be tricked but then again maybe because we are tired. Well, no point thinking further, letâs just go back and have a rest. Tomorrow, we still have work to do.â
John patted Alexâs back as they make way to the car and return back. They put the woman into the back of their mind and didn't even realize the butterflies align at the tree watching as they drive away. What they never expect is after tomorrow, thing will never be the same for them againâŠ
After so many years it was still hard to remember his many names. Smaug? Sherlock? Khan? What else? Assuming a new identity had always been as easy as breathing. It was a necessity and he never gave it too much thought. Most of the time he had trouble remembering everything, it took him too much effort. But right now, surrounded by glass, there was little else to do. The transparent walls were all around him, but in truth it was his heart that felt as if imprisoned, constricted by something that resembled claws and spikes. He could not see it, but he felt it. His heart ached for him.
The first time he had seen him had been many lives ago. There were perks about remembering who he had been, but there were a lot of bad bits as well. He carried with him the weight of a thousand lives left behind. He could still remember the anger he had felt the very first time he had met Bilbo. Little thief he was, a burglar, stole his most precious stone. His cleverness, though, had taken over Smaugâs heart. The hobbit had gone back to his hobbit hole and as Smaug, like many times before, he had died. There were other incarnations after, but they were not worth keeping a record. And then, many years later, he had found him again.
As he was mixing things at St. Bartâs lab he saw him entering the room. Army doctor. Psychosomatic limp. That life had been better to him than it had been to John. Still, with perseverance, and trying to get away from Sherlockâs personality - his own now - he had healed John. The limp was gone and so was the loneliness. And John had helped him as well. Fighting who he was and the ghosts of all past lives had been a struggle, but John had given him a purpose.Â
And then he had died again.
For years he had not been able to find John. He understood those things were uncontrollable but his only comfort was knowing that, somehow, John would come back.
He did come back. And as suddenly as he appeared, they had taken him away. It was the first time he had been the one left behind, the one to survive. And did it hurt.
As he looked through the glass prison at captain Kirk he knew all that was about to happen. He himself had become a weapon. A weapon that missed his main cog. Still, revenge and pain were sometimes the best munitions. He would revenge John and he would die as well. And, if he was lucky enough, he would find a way back to him.
Dead butterfly, just like the name implied, it is a butterfly that came from the undead and undead butterfly is the lady who breed them. Â Legend say that it is a curse to meet one as all soon will reach the end of life after the encounter, even rarer if you mange to see the lady.
The lady who is their master, common known as undead butterfly, is one of the massagers from hell. She is always spotted to be surrounded by her butterflies and wearing kimono thus, hard to miss her.
The butterflies have the color of black only and if you take a closer look, you may found that there are different pattern on their wing to separate them. Each type has different meaning of death or should I say the cause of death. Undead butterfly and the receiver are the only one will ever know what message the butterfly delivered.
But do you know how all these come about? Origin of the butterfly? Who she really is? Is she human or devil from hell? Story passes down and through time much information left and now in the even advancing modern era not much people believe her existence anymoreâŠ
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