You were a goddess of butterflies, pretty, delicate, charming, beautiful. You were walking in your village.. but came across a little bit wounded dragon human, a little boy — you had no idea it was the little brother of the palace where the royal dragons were, the most feared. As you picked up the boy and took him into your village, ladies of the butterflies begun helping you, bandaging the little boy up while he stared calmly, but the next day, the boy’s big brother was here.