Narator p.o.v

An old woman, worn and wrinkled by age, slowly strols through the forest she once ran through when she was a child.

Oh the days she had here, building forts and climbing trees, all while having one big adventure.

An adventure that relaly never ended.

But being alone isnt fun, no no, this woman was never alone durring the days of her youth. There was always that one person.

But that person wasnt here now.

So on the woman went, smiling. She walked slowly, as her age had taken that energy she used to thrive with.

She passed trees she'd climbed and carved, reading the oldly splawed words and remembering how long it took to carve a single letter.that one large oak she fell out of and broke her arm was still standing strong. She remembered glaring at it everytime she passed it after the incident. She only smiled at the memory of her childlike attitude.

What others saw as the gray, boring woods, she saw bright colors, dancing around her as they did long ago. Where others would only hear the rustle of the wind against leaves, she heard the chuckles and laughes she shared here.

Shared with that one person.

Her smile fades when she reaches her destination.

In front of her stood a very large wodden fort, that had taken her all summer and two axes to build. Of course she didnt do it alone. But it wasnt the large fort that chased her smile away. It was the rock.

The large, dull gray rock by the left side of the fort. It seemed to be the only rock in the whole forest that wasnt covered in moss or dirt. At the sight of this rock, the woman spoke for the first time her whole trip,

" Out the door to the left through the woods into the dark under the leaves covered by rocks that are under two twigs that i broke apart. Thats where i barried my heart"

And she sits. And sits. And sits. Until she gains the energy to do what she thought must be done.

She began to lift. And push. And nudge. And kick. All until that enormous rock slid onto its side. It took her a long time, for it was a large rock, and she was a frail old woman.

She got and her knees and began to dig with her wrinkled fingers. Deeper she went till she felt what she had come for.

She pulled from the dirt a small, silver box.

At the sight of the box the old woman cried. Through her tears and blurry vision she removed the cap, showing her the contents.

Nothing to the untrained eye. Just some crumbled peices of paper. And glitter. Lots and lots of glitter. Nothing to cry about. If anything glitter makes people smile.

But not her. As she digs around through the box she finds what she wanted. An old notebook.

Placing the notebook down she once again places the rock where it belongs.

And she sits

And starts to read.

She reads about those hard school days. Those days messing around in the woods. And she reads about that one, long summer with one boy...

Natsu Dragneel