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“We will not make it another year without a good harvest,” said Olga’s father.

“Papa, you worry too much. Everything will be fine. The ancestors will see us through,” said his daughter.

Two years ago, Olga’s mother died from the black sickness. After her death, the crops failed, leaving the family on the brink of starvation.

“This is my fault for not teaching you the old ways and insisting we give tribute,” mumbled her father.

The truth was not far off. Gregor’s family had always provided a wealth of tribute to the ancestors in the past. Gregor did not believe in the old ways.

“Mother would have known what to do,” whispered Olga.

The Spring rains came, and the wheat flourished. Olga felt things would be alright.

“Locusts are coming this way and will eat all our grain. I am sorry I did not follow the ways of our fathers,” cried Olga’s father one morning.

The girl walked into her room and dressed in her finest clothes. Walking to the door, the child turned to her father and spoke.

“I will make it right, and then we will begin again as in the days of old. To offer our ancestors their tribute as in the old days,” said Olga.

Closing the door behind her, Olga walked to the middle of the grain field, closed her eyes, and listened.

The music came to her, surrounded her, and lifted her soul high into the sky.

“Now I dance with the wind,” said the girl.

As she twirled and spun, wave after wave of energy raced from her body. As the energy spread, the insects moved away, leaving the fields untouched.

Exhausted, Olga sat down and listened. “The creatures have gone now. We must restore the balance between the living and the dead,” said the girl.

Olga’s father prepared fresh porridge. Then into three bowls he placed slabs of rich butter and a splash of fresh cream.

“Child, please serve the ancestor in the way your mother taught you,” said Olga’s father.

“I do this for the well-being of those who have come before and for those who stand in your footsteps. Take this meal and cherish it as we cherish you,” said the girl.

Olga knew her wind dance had pleased the old ones.

“Things will be alright from now on, Papa, you wait and see,” said Olga with a smile.

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