Secrets

A shadow came. He was tracking something, and came across footprints that led into an active volcano. Following them carefully down the inside of the volcano, he was never noticed, never burned. He found a pile of huge rocks. He studied them for awhile, realized one push of a soft spot would make them all come crashing down. He was being noticed now, and he had to hurry before he was overcome by the hot lava. The journey into the volcano and the riddle of the rocks had educated him enough that it only took three tries to open the vault under the rocks. He rushed in, closed the door. Everything was pitch black; another defense mechanism. He found a small lock box. The key had to be hidden around here. He searched and searched. Meanwhile he could hear the lava surrounding the vault and drowning it in hot liquid fire. It began to be hot and he fell to his knees and cried. He was never going to open the lock box and bring back his love what she needed most. His tears fell onto the box and ran into the lock. He heard a click as his tears unlocked the box. He slowly lifted the lid. Everything cooled. The lock box, the vault, the huge rocks and the volcano all disappeared. He was standing in the middle of a clearing with a map. A giant red X was upon a picture of a heart. He never let go of that map, and he protected it until it died.