Mourning's End

The forest was one of those places which had no palpable reason to exist. It was a creaking shack created by nature to serve as an establishment of shinobi history; it was the vessel of world's legacy. All the trees were tightly-knit, just one strand in a massive web of life. Green leaves, yellow leaves, red leaves. It was a rainbow of rich, autumnal colors. The scent of earth and water drifted through the air. It was a picture of serenity, one which would endure for many long years. Amongst the trees sat a rather miraculous log, stained with moss and other frenzied plant-life. Atop it sat a certain entity, whose delicate facial features would represent that of a feeble child; an adolescent girl, whose luscious brown hair dazzled beneath the rays of the sun as a butterfly balanced itself on the tip of her nose. Suddenly, the butterfly took to the skies, fluttering off the girl's face, causing her to stumble to the ground in surprise. She rose to her feet quickly, giving chase to the fleeing specimen.