A small girl laughed as she ran around the green grassy hills. Behind her you could see a small boy, who was shorter yet older than her run towards her.

He tapped her shoulder.

Growling the girl whined, 'I don't want to be it!"

The little boy laughed, "Alright, I'll give you one more chance."

He'd said that four times already that day.

The girl smiled as she set off running again, getting a little distracted she started to chase a butterfly. However when she saw him gaining on her she continued running.

They ran up the hill, the little girl just in front.

It was obvious she was going to be tagged again.

The memory was ruined by a huge dagger slashing the image until there was nothing but dust~