"They're nature's angels." Came a perky, high pitched voice. Minervah spun around from the white butterflies that she'd been trying to catch, only to see a young girl, maybe six years of age, stood with her hands clasped around a small, rather creepy looking, ragdoll. This other child had long, black locks, what shone midnight blue in certain tones of light, and strange, yellow optics. Ontop of the yellow tint, was a clean, purple sheen, bright and proud.
"What?" The redhead asked, frowning with confusion. Both of the girls wore similar, white dresses, though the youngest's dress had a few minor grass stains.
"I said that they're nature's angels." The other repeats, as though that is what Minervah really wanted to know. Then, she went on.
"My name's Melody, but lots of my friends call me Mellow. I perfer Melody. I'm seventeen years old, and I'm a guardian and a slave to some of the highest placed people ever to live. I'm here to help you." ...Oh, how confusing! Seventeen?! But she looked ten years younger! - A little like Minervah, don't you think?
"What do you mean help me? I don't need any help, Melody." Oh, how wrong she could be. "I'm fine how I am. If I needed help, my Father would help. He loves me." Silence. Melody said nothing. Minervah said nothing. They simply stared at eachother.
Eventually, the mysterious female replied. "If you don't wish for help, then I won't give it to you, Minervah. I can't force things upon people. But, your gift is rare, and I guarantee that it is just as rare that someone will know how to contain it." Still, she remained sickly sweet, reeling off all these dark details with the upmost joy.
Yet more silence. The curly, red headed girl found herself unable to speak, as though there was a lump in her throat.
"This is your one and only chance, child. I highly reccomend that-- Shh." Everything spun into an unnatural quiet volume. Even the gentle breeze paused with hesitation. Melody pointed to one of the window sils of the house, where one of those famous, blue, smoky creatures were perched.
"We have spies." Came the final whisper.
Within the next bat of Minnie's eyelashes, Melody disapeared, leaving a confused, almost frightened, child behind.
What had just happened?