THE LEGEND OF THE BLUE BUTTERFLY part 3

Butterflies once resembled human beings. In this form, different to that of today, they lived and played next to the beaches of salt water rivers.
There were many villages and settlements along the banks of these rivers, each possessing a strong and powerful leader. Gamep was one such leader. Gamep was the most honoured of all chiefs for being the smartest. He was the smartest because he could pacify the Civilised.
The Indians and the Civilised gradually became good friends and because of this they gave each other many presents of knives, machetes and jewellery. There was, however, one chief of a neighbouring tribe who was very mean. He was called Xanawai. Xanawai was always creating intrigue and starting fights with the other villages, and also with the Civilised!
One day, Xanawai told the Civilised that the great chief Gamep was tricking them. 'Even though you exchange presents with Gamep,' said Xanawai, hiding his eyes behind the smoke of a burning pipe, 'he has really killed your relatives!' Obviously, Xanawai was lying. The supposedly dead relatives were, in fact, safe and living as guests in Gamep's village. The problem was that the Civilised believed the words that Xanawai spoke and decided to attack Gamep without waiting to ask for his side of the story.
A violent battle broke out in a region where the salty waters churned and roared in raging currents resembling large waterfalls. Gamep could not understand why his friends were now against him, and why they were not prepared to talk. All he could do was reluctantly fight back. His men used very long canoes, many of which, when suffering the unexplained ferocity of the Civilised, were overcome and sunk, drowning all on board!
The canoes that were saved managed to return to the beach. There, Gamep's men found many butterflies playing. Because the butterflies resembled human beings the Indians mistook them for the Civilised. The tribe, now with its own fury, fired a thousand arrows into the air. The arrows, like a heavy rain of death, fell down hard upon the butterflies.
The butterflies were kind and loving creatures and knew nothing of anger and war. In their naivete they ran towards the Indians to greet them. But as they danced across the beach the falling arrows killed all but a few. Only then did they learn the real nature of humans. Those that had survived the sharp points of the arrows transformed themselves into the butterfly form we know today and flew away.
Gamep, when he discovered Xanawai's lie and learned what had been done to the butterflies, became enraged. He gathered all his men and attacked Xanawai's village. Gamep killed the bad chief himself and ordered that the body be burned. He then ordered that the remains be put inside a basket to be left on the beach so that all could repent the evil that Xanawai had caused.
It took many years before the butterflies returned to bless the beaches. And when they did they never again appeared in human form. However, their beauty and colour seemed even more graceful than before, as if a lesson in forgiveness for all mankind.