My grand fathers mountain

Chapter one: his arrival

Delsan's p.o.v

When I arrived in the town I didn't expect such a stir. A small town that was almost unknown. People peeked out of windows almost scared because I was new and I probably looked strange. I walked straight to the where I knew the general store was. when grandpa was around he only visited a few times but every time he did he told us new stories and old ones. I walked into the store. Curious glances from the towns people were sent my way. I gathered the few things I knew grandpa had started out with. he told stories so often when he was with us that I memorized the walk to the store and to his little tree home. I paid for my things, a flint and steel, a small survival tin, and extra fish hooks. grandpa taught me what he knew and I learned a lot from library books like he did. before I walked out a voice called from behind me. I stopped and turned slowly. The disembodied voice was soon given a body as a young girl walked towards me and handed me something. it was a knife brand new and sharpe.

"Thank you little one."

"Your welcome." she giggled. she looked towards the store owner, I assume it was her father, and he nodded for me to take the knife and go. So I left walking towards the farm with a backpack and my new supplies. I made note of small things on the way wild plants, grazing areas, where animals were abundant, and where mushrooms and edible fungi grew. I arrived at the spot where The tree house was burned into the tree. the door slightly tattered but still mostly intact. walking through the door I realized for the first time how quiet it was. it was nice the sound of the stream and the lake farther on, the rustle of leaves. I started cleaning up the house so it wouldn't be out of. I cleaned out the fire place with a pine tree branch. before lighting a fire and finding what appeared to be a pantry. digging out some interesting items I decided to follow a healthy diet and lifestyle now that I could eat natural things. i pulled out some of the hot chocolate mix I had grabbed from the pantry at my old house. I walked down to the stream before carrying the water pan back to the fire to purify. When it was boiling I pulled it off the stove and poured in the mix stirring it with a spoon from the Swiss Army knife my dad had bought me for my tenth birthday, I was fourteen now. I dusted off the bed in the corner and checked it for bugs, upon finding none I crawled in and went to sleep, after outing out the fire.