An old butterfly collecter has collected each type of butterfly in the world. Unwilling to give up his hobby, he decides to hunt for fairies to collect their wings. Can his granddaughter stop this fairy massacre or will an old man's hobby go a little too far?
Beauty. A special gift. One that I feel butterflies can be especially proud of. But beauty is short-lived. My hobby, no, my duty is to preserve such a gift so it may never wither with the passing of time. The years may come swiftly, but they will not change. I feel that I must continue forth with this duty. I have found a most peculiar creature. Fairies, some call them. Their wings are patterned with elegant designs and they shimmer with such luster. I must capture them. I must take their wings.