Rip out the wings of a butterfly

A deep grief will seize forever the souls of those, who’re going to hear this story, the story of a life-giving and killing love…

Her name was Yaman. She was a night butterfly… so beautiful, that people, who saw her only once, thought it was just a dream or mirage… It seemed her wings were woven of a flesh of the darkest southern night. And her soul was the deepest and the darkest secret, which was concealed under the ashes of the ruined fates.

His name was Wuggun (which means “fire”). Every morning he was dying, and every night he was born again.

Their love was impossible (everyone thought so), but because of this impossibility it was even more wonderful…
It seemed nothing can destroy their happiness…

But one day Yaman asked her beloved:
-Please, tell me, what is there behind the night? Everyone used to tell me from my birth that I can’t go there, that day world is not for me but they did not explain why. What’s there?
- There is a death! They were right, you can’t go there!!! Promise me, you are not going to go there! Promise me, you are not going to betray me! Remember, there is a death!!!

The morning was getting closer, so they had to say good-bye to each other till the next revival of Wuggun.

Already closing her eyes and covering herself with the lobe of black rose, Yaman repeated the words of Wuggun…
“There is death! You can’t go there!”
As soon as she said this, the wave of the whisper ran through the grass: “Lie… lie… lie…”
- What does it mean? - asked Yaman.
-He lied to you! - answered the grass. - There is death but not yours! There is the one who is stronger than Wuggun! With the first sign of his appearance people kill fire, they kill Wuggun.
Yaman was in the confusion… How it’s possible that there is someone who is stronger than her lover? She decided to break the promise given to Fire. She decided to look at that, what her beloved was afraid of and she waited for the dawn.

She’s never seen anything like that.
The gloom was running away from something enormous and majestic… The shining of power was scattered on ground with the thousands of gold threads, leaving on the ground thousands of diamond drops of dew.

Yaman was charmed by this beauty. “What’s that death Wuggun was talking about? Why can’t I be here?”

Suddenly her thoughts were frightened by the whirlpool of butterflies, so bright, so colourful…Her eyes were hurt by the brightness of their wings.
Only now Yaman saw in the magic gloom of her appearance the reason, why she can’t be here.
She is different! This world will never accept her as her soul will always refuse to be here. She understood, what Wuggun was scared of, and she smiled. Because there wasn’t anything to be afraid of, she will always love only Fire, only Wuggun. But at the same time Yaman knew, that Wuggun will never understand and will never forgive her offence; therefore she decided not to tell him about what happened today. But as hard she tried to hide the lie, as soon Wuggun understood everything.
- How could you betray me? Wasn’t my light enough for you? Didn’t I give you enough heat?
- Forgive me. I just wanted to understand, what you are afraid of. You have nothing to worry about! I’m yours! And I love only you!
- You lied to me. If you loved me, you would never do this. Go away and never come back.

Yaman left. She went to that world of light, beautiful and killing light. The sun, this powerful sun tore the celestial divine haze of hers, as every morning sun tears the haze of night.

And only one thing everyone was sorry about… That Fire (Wuggun) will never understand that deep and dark mystery of her soul… He will never understand that her love, which made him revive every night, left him forever…
The love of Yaman gave life to Wuggun… The pride of Wuggun took away the life of Yaman…