He was only curious of this strange island. Youne was so familiar with his old home, that little island isolated from the rest of the world, that the rest of the world simply fascinated him. Amphi told him to stay by the beach but he saw a crab he'd never seen before and followed it further into the island. Shore was still within his sight, so it wasn't bad that he stayed a little off. So long as the shore was always in sight he'd be fine. So the little merefolc boy chased the crab, then a large, colorful butterfly, and before he knew it the shoreline was gone.
Youne didn't panic, not right away. He's been on his own before, and lost before, he just had to retrace his steps. In the soft soil he found his foot prints and followed them back. Er, he was sure he was following back. Somehow he went in a circle and he knew it because he recognized the twisted tree with all the mushrooms growing in the deep ridges of the bark. His foot-prints were useless, he'd just end up going in more circles.
Then, strangely, the butterfly he had followed before was back, and landed on his arm. Then another one came. That one landed on his shoulder. Seeing their vibrant colors and soft, leathery wings made him feel a little at ease. The butterflies kept coming, swarming the air around him, and he could even hear the flaps of their wings. It was so. . .beautiful, he hardly noticed the pin-prick of pain on his arm. But he did and he saw a drop of blood, and the butterflies honed in on that spot. Youne felt other pin-pricks, and more! Like, leeches the butterflies were biting him!
The young boy let out a silent scream and ran, flailing his arms to get them off of him. He ran, and ran, unsure where he was going but he had to go somewhere! Youne ran out into a clearing, the swarm close behind. The tall grass scrapped against his legs and he tripped on a fallen branch. Those monster butterflies moved in, their wing-beats like frantic heart-beats.