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Among the northern tribes there is a legend passed down from generation to generation about shape-shifting Minders—guardians of the innocents—and how they came to be.
It is said that nowadays only a handful of Minders exist, hunted to near extinction by a fearsome beast. Of the remaining Minders, only one wears a garnet-studded collar, the symbol of protection and royalty.
Even when my aunt told me the story, and handed me an ancient garnet-studded band, I had no idea the tale applied to me.
After all, it’s only a legend…
“Shall we walk the two miles into town?” Aunt waited by the door. Over the years we’ve worn a path through the woods.
“Most definitely.” I breathed deep then exhaled as we stepped outside.
In moments, we were in the forest. The sun shone bright through the trees, our path alternately in sunshine then shadow, the temperature, a comfortable sixty-six. Our feet crunched on brown pine needles that filled the air with a crisp tangy scent.
A Tiger Swallowtail fluttered by my head joined by a Black Swallowtail. “Look, Aunt.” I pointed in delight. I love butterflies. They are so delicate and beautiful.
My aunt smiled and nodded.
Another Tiger Swallowtail landed on my head. I laughed with pleasure.
A Black Swallowtail fluttered near me. Then another and another until black and yellow, blue-tinged bands of color flickered around me.
My arms extended, I turned around in a circle as pure joy washed over me. “Oh, Aunt, have you ever seen anything like this?” I didn’t look at her, my gaze on the glistening winged creatures that circled me.
“Not in a long time,” she said quietly.
“When did you last see a swarm of butterflies?” My head tipped back and forth as I watched the flurry of color.“When your mother was alive. Remember?”
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