Once upon a time, there was a sweet hearted and sensitive little girl named Samara. Her hair was a tumbling mane of fuchsia waves she liked to keep pinned up away from her face and the kindest of smiles. Deep down, she was very strong and brave, but sometimes it's easy to forget what's not right there on the surface for you to see every single day.
One day, Samara found herself in a very dark and scary forest . She wasn't sure how she got there, because one minute, her world had been safe and secure and happy, and the next, all of that seemed to be gone-- the good replaced by bad, the comforts of love and home replaced by sinister shadows, unfamiliar paths and a monster lurking behind every tree.
Even more disconcerting than not knowing how she got to this place was the fact that she had no idea how to get away from it.
That unfamiliar path stretched before her and behind her, but there was no light in either direction, as far as she could see. She knew she needed to make a plan or at least make a run for it, but she was paralyzed with fear. She could not do this on her own.
Suddenly, just as she was more panicked and frightened than she'd ever been in her whole entire life, she wasn't alone, because a gorgeously majestic butterfly, one glittering spot of bright in the darkness, flitted by.
Oh! thought Samara, happily. This is so great. I can just follow the butterfly out of here! She'll surely show me the way!
But then Samara blinked and the butterfly was gone.
Samara knew if she didn't keep going, the monsters would certainly get her, but she just couldn't make her feet go. She was too inadequate, too weak, too scared!
Discouraged and afraid, she sank down onto the damp, cold ground, and cried some very bitter tears, so hot with anger about her situation, they burned her skin as they rolled down her cheeks. This was not fair! She did not deserve this!
She couldn't turn back, but she couldn't go on.
It then occurred to her that maybe, just maybe, it was so dark because it was nighttime and maybe if she could just make it until morning, the sun would shine and she would be able to see her way out of the forest. She had to believe that. She forced herself to have that hope and hang on to it with all her might!
She was very tired, physically and emotionally, and knew she would feel better if she could just get some rest and maybe if she could sleep 'til then, dawn would arrive so fast! So she started gathering leaves and curled up against the base of trunk of the lone tree that did not have a monster hiding behind it. She covered her body with the leaves, shielding and protecting herself from the elements, much like a caterpillar in a cocoon.
And she closed her eyes.
When she opened them, it was, indeed, dawn. It was light, not dark, and she could see so clearly. She could see so clearly and she could see the most peculiar thing: She had wings! Majestic and gorgeous like the butterfly.
I can fly home! she thought, excitedly, then: Wait a second! I don't know how to fly!
But she decided to give it a try, anyway, and she COULD fly! So she flew, above and beyond the forest, far away from the monsters, all the way home.