Narrative 1
The forest was dark all around Shidou as she lazily kicked her feet through the cool, calm water. She knew that she should be heading home soon, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull her feet out of the small pond. Sure, her mom might get on her case about it later, but to the little ten-year-old’s mind, the decision to stay and have a good time won out over going to sleep any day. She peered through the dark water when something caught her eye; it was a stone, and a fairly large one at that. Excited, Shidou pulled it out of the water and squinted closely at it. The moon was waning, so it was fairly difficult to get a good look at it. But from what Shidou saw, it looked like the stone was a slab of obsidian, and she became extremely happy. Obsidian was valuable; she could make money for herself out of it. The water caressing her small feet suddenly became very agitated, and if one looked closely, they could almost swear they saw a face form