Mixxy was playing in her backyard when she heard the white butterfly scream. It had passed her earlier, when she had just started to dig in the garden to plant bulbs of bright yellow flowers that would balance the colors again. There was too much green. Mixxy had let it land on her hands, and asked it to play, but it had said it was in a hurry and had to leave. Someone was chasing it. She had been disappointed; the butterfly shimmered with a soft light and reminded her of a full moon in insect form.
So, she told the butterfly to go to the fort - the one that she and Antoine had built - it was safe there. The butterfly told her not to follow, it was too dangerous. Although Mixxy disagreed that something could be too dangerous for her, she did what the butterfly said - she didn't want to upset it more than it already was.
She knew it was the white butterfly that had screamed, she could feel it in the base of her spine. It felt just like when she went to get her hair cut and the nice hairdresser lady tilted her head back into the basin to wash her long, blond locks.
"Help! Help me please!" Mixxy heard. The sound bounced off the back wall of her house, and it seemed like it was coming in at her from all sides. The voice was barely a whisper, but it rang in Mixxy's ears and made her flinch and drop her digging tools to cover her ears with her hands.
"I'm coming, Butterfly!" she called back, cupping her hands around her mouth. Without hesitation, she ran away from her house and toward the back woods, pausing only to turn a small statue of a faerie around so that it was pointing into the forest. Antoine would know to come get her - he always knew, but she turned the faerie just in case.
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