Chocolate

The reins of tranquility fell within the fragile grasp of the one prophesied as the Beauty of the Hidden Leaf; though she was now much past her glory years, her legacy itself functioned as a steppingstone for the rest of her future --shedding light where the shadows crept. She had devoted this portion of her life to serving her village in an opaque manner, one which consisted of her remaining at home, even when the rest of her family members were out venturing the skies. And so, this was how the fair maiden went about the day, lingering upon the hardwood floor, looking out of her sliding door at the many flowers that bloomed, among them the traditional lotus of the Hidden Leaf. Rays of the scorching sun beamed through her paper thin room dividers, tainting her tight fitted kimono with hope of a new era. A butterfly landed then, in her hair, flying in the southern direction.