Countless butterflies filled the mountains and rivers, all in different colors.
Rivers flowed through fields across the lands, and all kinds of flowers covered the ground.
Pillars of pure white light beams stood everywhere, supporting heaven and earth, placed across mountains, rivers, and lands.
Trees rose high, touching the clouds—countless, filling every corner of the place.
Butterflies flew happily everywhere across the mountains and flowers.
Suddenly, the sound of war drums echoed across the mountains.
The pure white beams of light shining across the sky suddenly changed—some turned red.
Wherever the light turned red, countless butterfly soldiers chased someone.
But they could not catch him.
That person escaped every trap easily.
Wherever he went, the white beams turned red, marking his path.
When he moved to the next place, the red beams returned to white.
He ran fast, but suddenly five butterfly fairies blocked all directions, surrounding him completely.
In the middle stood a little boy, about ten years old, breathing heavily.
His face was covered by a pure white hat and veil.
His dress was snow white, and his hair floated gently in the air—silver-white like snow.
No one could see his face, hidden beneath the hat and veil.
Hundreds of butterfly soldiers and five butterfly fairies stood before him.
The five butterfly fairies were the same age as the boy, each clad in battle armor of a different color—red, blue, white, green, and gold.
The five elemental fairies fixed their eyes on him, blocking every escape route.
He looked around quickly, calculating every possible way to escape—but there was none.
He calmed himself and touched his left wrist.
Suddenly, a colorless bracelet emerged on his left wrist.
He pulled out a small jar from inside the bracelet.
Holding it tightly, he faced the five fairies confidently.
When they saw the jar, all of them became tense—some angry, some afraid.
He threw the jar to the ground, and it shattered.
A strange green fog spread through the air.
When the butterfly soldiers and fairies breathed it in, their power weakened.
Their vision blurred, and their strength faded for a few moments.
He used that short moment to escape the encirclement and ran toward the mountains.
As he ran, a sharp voice echoed across the mountains:
"White Ghost! I will never forgive you!"
It was one of the butterfly fairies shouting behind him.
He kept running until he reached the top of a mountain.
There, under a giant tree, he saw a small creature sleeping peacefully.
The creature looked divine yet childish, with a golden-colored body, sleeping soundly in a bed of flowers.
He shouted angrily,
"Tokuuu! Help me!"
But Toku slept soundly, not moving at all, wrapped in peace and dreams.
The place—with its flowers, rivers, and gentle wind—was perfect for sleeping.
White ghost ran to Toku, grabbed him, and began running again, because the five butterfly fairies could arrive at any moment.
He shook Toku continuously, trying to wake him up, but Toku kept sleeping peacefully.
He heard the soldiers coming closer.
But toku didn't wake up.
White ghost continued running.
He reached the edge of a huge pit covered in clouds.
And he looked down—there was no bottom, only mist.
Turn his head looking back—the fairies were almost upon him.
He had to decide now.
He remembered his time in prison—the torture, the pain—and decided he would never be captured again.
He took a deep breath, tightly holding Toku, closed his eyes, and began counting softly:
"10… 9… 8… 7…"
The fairies came closer and closer.
At "1," he opened his eyes and whispered,
"Zero."
Then he jumped.
Falling through the clouds, he held Toku tightly, panicking.
He shook him and shouted,
"Wake up! Wake up!"
But Toku didn't move—still sleeping peacefully.
White ghost thought quickly.
He knew Toku loved thrill and adventure and always woke up at the last moment.
But the he didn't like heights—he was afraid.
Suddenly, he got an idea.
He shouted,
"If you don't wake up, I'll tell all your secrets to Teacher!"
Still, Toku didn't move he sleeping close his eyes comfortablely.
White ghost shouted louder,
" I will not tell only one secret—I'll tell all your secrets!"
Toku's mouth twitched slightly.
White ghost saw Toku's expression change and smirked.
He threw Toku downward ahead of him behind the clouds.
Suddenly, thunder roared.
The clouds parted.
Toku transformed into his true form—a magnificent creature with a long body like a dragon, divine horns, and his entire body and horns wrapped in black cloth, hiding his form.
Toku caught the falling white ghost, and together they flew through the sky.
White ghost laying against Toku's head holding the black clothes around the toku body, he sighing in relief breathing heavily,
Toku flew faster and higher, breaking through cloud after cloud.
At the top of the cliff, the five butterfly fairies stood silently, looking down into the clouds where white ghost jumped.
Some distance behind them, some soldiers waited beside strange machines at the edge of the cliff, still and ready for order.
The green fairy looked the down clouds raised her hand and held it in mid-air.
Everything like afroze all silent.
Toku and the white ghost broke through the final cloud layer happly,
Then, at the perfect moment, the fairy dropped her hand.
The soldiers pushed the mechanism—a giant round device—over the cliff.
It spun rapidly, spreading open into a massive net in the sky.
The net covered the space above, where Toku and the white ghost were.
Toku reacted instantly, twisting his large body in the air and narrowly escaping it.
They both sighed in relief.
Toku rose higher and floated before the five butterfly fairies.
His black cloth fluttered like shadows.
White ghost didn't want to show off—he just wanted to leave quickly escape the damed place,
But Toku, arrogant and childish, stood proudly, and the boy decided to join him.
White ghost stood tall on Toku's head, waving his hand proudly like an immortal above the clouds.
His snow-white dress and veil danced in the wind.
The five butterfly fairies also stood proudly, facing him.
Both sides stared sharply their eyes locked at each other, the air between them silent.
Suddenly, the five fairies raised their hands toward the sky.
White ghost and Toku didn't understand the meaning and innocently looked up.
The sky was clear—nothing unusual.
When they looked back, they saw cunning smiles at the corners of the fairies mouth.
Too late, white ghost understood immediately he lay down and tightly holding the black cloth,
Toku also sensed the crisis.
He turned his body, and when toku turn his body in the sky both of them looked backside of butterfly fairies, they were shocked.
Behind the fairies, hidden among trees and cliffs, hundreds of butterfly soldiers had prepared giant crossbows and net launchers.
Thousands of arrows fired, and nets soared into the sky.
Toku roared, spinning and dodging through the storm of weapons countinuesly and
Finally, they escaped, flying toward the horizon.
White ghost shouted through the sky ,
"I will definitely come again!"
Toku roared loudly, his anger echoing across the sky.
The five butterfly fairies did not chase them.
They stood calmly, eyes sharp and proud, each with a different personality, yet perfectly united in action, as if to say,
"We will always be ready."
The red beams of light slowly turned back to white.
The war drums echoed again across the mountains—a signal of retreat.
And that day became legend in the Butterfly Fairy Clans—
The White Ghost Festival.
They celebrated it as the day they defeated the mischievous thief.
In the heart of the city, they built a statue—
a tall figure dressed in pure snow-white robes, his face hidden behind a flowing veil, standing proudly.
Behind him rose a dragon-like statue,
its entire body wrapped in black cloth as if cloaked in shadow,
surrounding and protecting the figure before it,
with only its glowing eyes visible beneath the dark covering.