in my time amongst the butterfly people i was given many gifts, they took me into their community and explained their culture as though i was a child in a nursery. my guide was kala who although presents as an analogue human differs in some outstanding ways, firstly her skin is a pattern of vibrant yellows, reds and oranges with traces of dark green, it's quite striking at first and then there's her beautiful wings, similarly coloured and patterned, the wingspan is huge, and strong enough to defy gravity, i discovered a hollow skeleton structure allows flight, the wings offer manoeuvrability and dexterity, as they use the air currents to propel them. kala had two antenna that protruded from her head, these were again multi coloured and patterned but were spiralled in shape, and could transmit electro magnetic information and chemicals, in much the same way as ants only the information was of a much larger and complex volume. as i had no antenna myself i was limited in understanding, thankfully kala was fluent in all earth languages.
she had nursed me since my crash. showing me kindness and nurturing as my bones healed, she wrapped me in a healing cocoon, fed me with her nectar and some sort of pulpy mash protein, i later found out was made from a flower with medicinal properties.
eventually i was mobile and reinvigorated. i told kala my story, how i had traveled across worlds and how i had crashed. her knowledge of things were incredible, she knew much about earth culture, saying that the species of butterflies upon earth communicate with her planet all the time, informing them as to how their colony was progressing and how the earth people were progressing in an evolutionary state. kala accepted human limitations, and she never once berated me for humanities folly. instead she took me to the citadels and nesting colonies, she introduced me to the councillors and elders and they in turn showed me much respect and humility. 
the butterfly people lived in peace and it appeared harmony with their planet, which sustained them. they had constructed their cities from what i would call polyps, an organic material, flexible and strong and curved as opposed to straight architecture, very feminine. they predominantly were peaceful and philosophical, they all seemed to have a place as individuals and seemed content. i never saw cruelty or violence, i never saw anything unethical or questionable.
kale told me of the ancient wars when they were forced to fight the moth people, who seemed to be a darker, more hostile and aggressive species, they were the dominators, and as bizarre as it may seemed wanted to destroy all colour from the butterfly civilisation and layer everything with their fine powdered dust. she showed me holograms of the moth people and they were indeed very frightening, my skin started crawling and i felt a panic in my blood at their sight. again human but dark creatures, with fangs and bright eyes that burnt red, they had long fingers and were covered in a dark dusty mist that seemed to cling to their skin. 
they were at war with all light, aggressively hostile to it, almost kamikaze. 
i shivered and asked kala to turn the hologram off. however it would only be a matter of months before i sight my first moth person, and the reality of them face to face is a lot more terrifying than the holographic representation.
however in the lead up to these events i was at peace, learning everything about the butterfly people, enjoying the nurseries, learning in classrooms, and making new friends with the young ones who treated me with a kind curiosity. sometimes kala would take me to sit in on council meetings and it was at one particular meeting i heard the first report of trouble in paradise. 
the head member of the council was a older female with, she introduced the topic with some gravity.
'one of our guards at the perimeter was found dead, investigation indicates he was murdered, and by all accounts it looks like a single moth person is responsible although we have had no sighting, teeth marks in the flesh and the blacked dusted body could only lead to this terrible conclusion... we have a moth person in our community.' she paused and then introduced the chief of security whose name seemed to sound like 'flow high.'
he stood before us, 'he was killed in the early hours of morning, while it was still dark, it appears as the high councillor has said a moth person is responsible, which means one is loose within the perimeter. my men are conducting searches and we think we will find him soon, it is only a matter of when. however this mothman must be regarded as very dangerous. he is here on a mission and until we know what that could be we need vigilance without panic or undue alarm. by a process of elimination we can only assume two reasons for this incursion, one the human captain mission, who is here with us, and i state very welcome to remain and will be afforded our full protection. but it is the other reason i fear is the most probable, the moth person is here to investigate our defences in light of invasion from the moth army, in which case we should, and i say this not lightly, prepare for war.'
there was an ominous silence that seemed to throw itself forwards in time.
i listened to them discuss the various defensive manoeuvres they had, i listened to them work out ways to carry on their lives while preparing for the worst and i listened to them look at various defensive strategies. 
later i asked kala to take me back to the wreckage of my craft, i wanted to salvage some weaponry. 
kalakala fell into rapturous delight at the words. 
yeah that's a being called 'kilbey' a true genus with the gift of art.
they repeated the name over and over and it sounded like a strange mantra.
i taught them the song, 'milky way' and as we wandered through the forests we all sang in harmony.
eventually we came to the wreck, a mass of twisted metal sticking out from the ground, and the fuselage of my ship sprawled across the soft earth. bits of metal shimmered in the sunlight, fragments of hull, meters high stood like a cathedral while lesser debris covered the area like a dangerous carpet. we had to traverse our way through the mess, the pathway was tricky and several times we had to go back and find a new way.
i found a few bits and pieces intact but nothing practical, some computers had survived, some data storage, i filled a bag with them, old films, books, some documentaries. i figured the butterfly peoples science division may be able to retrieve some of this, they had technology beyond imagination but rarely used it. eventually after hours trawling through the body of the wreck i found the weapons cache. i pulled out as much as i could, fortunately the security code still worked. and there was my weapon of choice, the moon powered zap gun.
i grabbed it like an old friend, wrapped the holster around me. 
i set the charges to do maximum damage and then we made our way back. when we were a few miles away i triggered the explosion, this way the moth people would never be able to use any of the remainder of weaponry that i could not bring back. i had what i came for, my moon powered zap gun.
the guard and kala seemed agitated and the guard flew ahead. kale refused to share her concerns but i could tell something wasn't right.
when we returned to the edge of the city i knew something was defiantly wrong. something serious. 
it was dusk when we were in visual range and it appeared as though the city was under attack. i could see the darkened mist hover above the city, and the smell was different, like a thick musk, unclean and ancient. light seemed to diminish, the bright colours were lessened in intensity and it was as though a dull monotone grey now reigned as the brightest colour, the rest was black, or darkened brown.
kala cried out and looked anxiously around, she whispered to me, 'the moth people' and then i saw one.
he flew across the sky above, missing us but none the less close enough to make out his form. about 7 foot long, winged and cloaked in a strange thick dusty mist, only his red eyes protruded and there in his hands was the head of a butterfly person. checking the charge on the gun i knelt down and fired, it struck him and he fell out from the sky. the charge was enough to stun not kill but in a few moments it would be charged to kill, given it was now night and the two moons hung in the sky.
both kala and i ran towards where the body lay.
it was on all fours when we arrived and i pointed the gun at it's head.
it slowly turned its head, those red eyes burning into my body, like a horrific nightmare. about four feet away lay the head of our guard who had escorted us.
the beast laughed, like a hyena, a cackle. i was uncertain what to do, i looked at kala, she looked terrified, her antennae tremored and her she was biting down on her bottom lip. 
'what do you want from us?' i said.
'to turn your world moth dust,' he reached out to touch me and a fine spray of dust seemed to emit from his fingers and hands.
some of it settled upon my chest, and i felt something leaving my body, as if it was sucking all the heat, but it was not heat, it was something else.
i pulled the trigger and turned the moth man into moonlight.
kala threw water upon me, she told me to take my shirt of and i struggled to get it off me. within moments the dust had spread across the whole garment and turned it black.
'what is that stuff kale?'
'moth dust, it's organic and intelligent but can only live by absorbing all light, it is like anti matter.'
'anti matter! how do you fight anti matter?'
'the only way is with white light.'
we started walking into the city.
i was deep in thought, white light, white heat, i could use an ancient defence against these people, i could use magick, that would work effectively, but i would have to strike the source of the moth empire, the queen.