Butterfly

Aidan's color had worsened overnight, and one of his ears had sloughed off, replaced by shiny grey scar tissue. His eyes were the only part of him still fresh and wonderful. He smiled at me when he woke and saw me examining him. “Morning.” He coughed and spit a tooth into his palm. “Sorry.”

Aidan pulled away from my hand. I could feel his finger bones slip and shift out of place.
The Magick

Was she, Elna, depraved, as the book said? Was Parn? Parn had never an angry word for Elna, not even a scowl, not for anyone; how was that depravity? And what did her parents believe? Parn thought her parents would conceal her, protect her, defend her, but Elna feared otherwise.

Out from her hands where the book once rested, a butterfly flapped clumsily toward the shutters.
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Well, what was I supposed to do? I wished harder. I couldn't just stop.