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Weapons of war. 

The butterflies fought for the sky and the flowers fought for the land. Each not knowing their own individuality.

Butterflies had fragile wings. They all eventually get torn apart and lie to rest, only in hopes they'll return back to the skies above.

 A fragmented piece of a star laid on the ground next to a tree, feeling the effects of endless fights and torn wings. Waiting for the day where it eventually fades away to become nothing but dust. 

Flowers were made out of the remains of butterflies, with the same reason to fight but with the hearts of mortals they found more free will. 

A flower who snuck away from war found the butterfly in its resting place, knowing they were weapons of the sky it was reluctant to investigate. Unfortunately curiosity led the way and satisfaction brought that the other was too weak to do anything to the flower. 

The butterfly looked up from its tired gaze, interested in what the flower was doing.

"What are you doing…?"

The flower looked up "Oh sorry! I was looking around and um," frantically looking around, pretending that it wasn't investigating the butterfly.

"Well if you're planning to collect me for harvest you should...wait a bit longer," the butterfly coughed. "I'm nearly reaching my time anyways."

The flower nodded slowly, very nervous "Ah...I see...well I-I wasn't planning to do anything except looking. " The flower continued to fidget " Really I didn't think you were still awake."

The butterfly tried its best to gain a breath. "Wait maybe a few more moments then I won't be." It humored.

"Oh geez that's dark... Wait, do you have a name?" Flower asked.

"A name?"

Flower nodded "Yeah! The people here tend to have names! I was wondering if you had one since you're from the sky."

The butterfly stared back "Names? The mortals?" It took a bit to think "No...we don't have those ...not the butterflies anyways…."

"Ah! Um uh...well uh…." Flower took a moment "I don't have one yet! I haven't thought of one though. "

The butterfly looked up from it's resting spot from the ground "Why are you so carefree?"

"Hm?" 

"You live life as there are no wars going on. No such thing as life or death, as if we're both not weapons." Butterfly coughed "Not ... .not sure what your goal is here either...i have nothing to offer."

Flower gave no answer, choosing to think about those words. "Curiosity probably. Not the best answer but it's working out for me, you could blame the mortality I have."

The butterfly laid there. Returning the favor by thinking of the other's answer. 

"Hey, do you think we would be friends?" Flower spoke up.

"What."

"Friends?"

"What the skies name is that?"

The flower bursted out laughing in reaction to the butterfly's response.

"Hey-hey what's so funny?" 

The flower managed to catch it's words back "Sorry sorry! I don't know why that was funny. So wait, you're not sure what friends are?"

The butterfly looked away.

"Oh! Yeah! I forgot our situation. It's basically a bond you have with another person or um... something...like someone you like to be around!"

"Oh…"

Flower waited.

"You're strange."

"So are you! You don't even know what friends are!" 

The butterfly was still looking away but the flower managed to catch a glimpse of a smile.

"Well if that's what it means….it means then we could….we could." 

The flower smiled.

"If we lived in another time instead of war." The butterfly continued.

"Maybe." The flower sighed.

"Maybe?"

"Well more of I wish, I can only live so long and you're in your last moments. After all, we're both not made to last."

Butterfly thought for a bit. "You said wish right?"

"Hm?" Flower looked.

"I'm only...I'm only a fragmented piece of a star but there is a way for wishes to come true."

Flower gasped "Really?"

"Yeah... although I doubt it'll work now. Um...so since the stars are currently being made into, into butterflies. They'll be sent back to the sky at some point."

Flower looked up to what the butterfly was describing.

"I'm trying to say they can grant wishes...just...just..pick one and wish really...but i doubt it'll work since none...will remember."

"So what now?" 

"Choose...the north one...the bright one."

Flower looked to where the butterfly was pointing. 

"Maybe if...I can go back to it...the wish still can be remembered...since it won't be woken up for a long time."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Flower admitted.

"Just wish...maybe we'll meet again one day...and be the thing you said…"

"Friends?"

"Yeah…"

The flower stared up to the sky, never noticing the butterfly coming to its final rest next to it. 

The star it mentioned, the star that'll never be woken up for the next billion moments. 

The flower closed its eyes, falling into sleep. 

"Alright, well I wish to meet you again in another life, as friends. I'll be the new moon to you, a new sun. "

Only the sounds of wind blowing through the grass and the willow tree the two laid by, the only peaceful night that has passed during a time of war.