A childhood story
“See how it wiggles?”
Melaeth giggled as he struggled to keep his hand open. The fuzzy caterpillar slowly moved across his hand. “When is it going to turn into a butterfly, Daeli?”
His sister smiled as he leaned toward him to move his hand slightly so the critter didn’t fall from his hand. “Probably in a few days. It’ll turn into a beautiful butterfly and fly away to be free.”
Melaeth thought hard for a moment and looked up at his sister, “Like us?”
She chuckled and patted her little brother’s head. “Don’t let mother hear you say that. She’ll be in tears forever.”
“No!” he gasped, shaking his head, his chin-length blonde hair moving from side to side. “Momma can’t cry forever.”
In the distance, their brother Mathavaen kept swinging his sword, pretending to be a soldier. He glanced over at his brother and sister and scowled, realizing no one was paying attention. Frustrated with the lack of attention, he marched over to his siblings. “Hey! Get your ass off the ground, stop being a sissy, and fight me!” he shouted, pointing his sword at Melaeth.
“Leave him alone, Math! He’s not a sissy! He’s learning about life!”
“Life?” Mathavaen leaned over to Melaeth and grabbed the caterpillar from his hand. Melaeth and Daeli yelled at him as he dropped the creature and he swung his sword. “There. Remember, little brother, where there is life, there is death. Now get your ass up and fight me!”
Both Melaeth and Daeli stared at the dead caterpillar and Melaeth cried a little. “He’s not going to fly…”
Frustrated with her brother’s antics, Daeli hugged Melaeth, “No, he’s not. Sometimes, life isn’t fair.” She kissed her little brother’s head and sighed, “Go. If he gets too rough, I’ll stop him.”
“He’ll hit you.”
“But he won’t hurt me like that caterpillar. Go on.”
Melaeth wiped his eyes and grabbed his sword that was laying on the grass beside him. Furious with his brother, he picked up his sword and rushed at Mathavaen, who grinned and prepared for the battle.