An envelope flew to Sascha's way, as its unravel itself and a letter slip out of it.
Greetings, Sascha. You're beautiful just like butterfly out of their cocoon. Full of colors and meant to fly high.
-Jn
The envelope burn itself to ashes, the young lady saw fog surrounds her body and cover her sight. After a second, the fog cleared out of her way. As realization hit her, she's has been turned into butterfly! A small orange black butterfly. And despise her attempt to transform back, it's seem something prevent her from doing so.
And butterflies, of course, cannot scream. Nor talk. But they could be fuming.
Help?? Who, who did, who can?? Okay calm down Sascha, calm. Butterflies can talk to other Butterflies, or animals! Or people who speak to other animals! I'll just need to find Professor Solise or Professor Hepler, try not to get caught and eaten or tear a wing... and hopefully get this fixed before Gervan sees it, or worse, Serena..
On the plus side, the butterfly is my house's chosen guardian crest so... it could be worse... oh but when I get my hands on whoever did this!
With that, the orange black butterfly began the long flight towards that forest that didn't seem quite so magical at the moment.
