They say a butterfly flaps its wings in one corner of the world, and somewhere far away a hurricane is born.
It sounded poetic.
Stupid, even.
Until I started seeing the ripples of my actions in real time.
This field trip?
It wasn't supposed to exist yet.
It was originally scheduled after midterms in the game timeline.
But here we were — boarding five massive imperial airships like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Ok everyone, one by one — don't push, don't shove!" Instructor Mia raised her voice at the front, sleeves rolled up, hair tied in a messy bun. She was clearly regretting volunteering to handle the boarding queue. "If someone falls, I'll throw the rest of you off the side myself!"
Students laughed nervously, straightened up, and behaved.
I, meanwhile, was staring off into nothing.
The flutter of butterfly wings.
Me choosing to step into the Silverfang fight.
Me who was supposed to disappear in background, shining like the brightest star.
