Ok, so this idea has been with me for a long time, and I mean a long time. I mean like almost 3 months. I just was so busy for that time and never really felt motivated enough to write this. But I finally did. I think I did pretty well on this. The status of this story is not sure. It is set at COMPLETE but we'll see...

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but Stephenie Meyer does.

A walk in the woods, that was all it was. A simple walk in the woods, without supervision, without a companion, without anyone to hear me scream. No, don't think of that last part. The sky was getting darker, blacker, like it was ready to devour all in sight with its blackness. Get a grip, a storm is coming, and it is only a storm! My internal words of encouragement were drowned out when a loud thunderclap shook the forest, causing birds to fly away shrieking in their wake, the birds were screaming, running away, away from the thunder. The dark green foliage that had seemed so bright just a few minutes ago was transformed into an ominous place where every shadow was turned into a nightmare creature. A scream, a yell threading it's way slowly through the trees until it reached my ears. I ran, thinking that the scream was real, only realizing after I had started running that it was one of the bird's calls; one of the crows who were fleeing from the approaching storm.

I stopped for a second to catch my breath. In my terror, I had completely lost the path. One half of my mind was starting to panic, but the other side was saying soothing, calm, rational thoughts. It's only a storm, nothing more than a storm. The screams are birds flying away, which you should be too. Now come on, the path is right over there. I was momentarily calmed until a huge bolt of lightening flashed overhead, causing the birds roosting in the trees above me to suddenly scream, startling me and I started to run off once more, now merely letting instinct control my movements and thoughts. Run. Run away! Someone is behind you. Run. Run. Don't stop til you get out of the forest. Don't stop when you do get out of the forest. Just keep going. Watch out for that tree root, it might actually be a hand, someone is trying to attack you. Trample it, yes, good girl. Now keep running. Come on, move faster !

And so I ran, I ran and didn't stop, until I until I tripped over a brother tree root of the tree root that I had trampled. Irony and coincidence were my best friends.

...And that's how I ended up here. I was in a clearing, that much was clear. I was still a bit disoriented, I should've known better than to become terrified by just a bunch of crows. I should've known better than to go on a walk through the forest alone. I should've known better than to run from the path, let instinct just take over me.

I had moved here, in the Canadian wilderness, with my father who was a local ranger in the Provincial Park nearby. Right now it was Summer Vacation, although it was still very cold.

All I had wanted to do was get to know my new home a bit, take a walk. I should've known better. I was in the wilderness, it wasn't safe!

I picked myself up from the damp ground, brushing the brown dirt off of my jeans with swift, hard sweeps of my hands. I looked ahead of me, and gasped. There in the space right in front of me, was a huge pillar...of dirt? It looked like a log standing upright, but on closer inspection it was made of mud surrounding something more solid in the middle. The thing looked to be taller than me, by almost a head. What could be under there? It couldn't be just solid mud could it? Canada maybe just had the impossible. I walked around the thing, circling it, wondering aloud. "What is it? How'd it get out here?" My soft voice broke the stillness of the forest, which now seemed very serene and quiet, or it was until the storm that I had heard gave a huge thunderclap and a bolt of lightening as rain started pouring.

I sighed, I knew that I should've brought a jacket, but I had thought that my sweatshirt would suffice, it didn't.

I was ready to start heading through the woods again in the direction that I had barreled through the trees from but I was stopped by a look back at the mud thing The mud was starting to drip off, bit by precious bit the mud was being carried away by the heavy rainfall. What was emerging from the thing startled me...a lot. It looked like it was a hand, a white hand. I ran over, was someone...buried under there? Normally I was a coward, but I didn't think of myself just than, I thought about reaching the person that might and could still possible be alive under there.

I reached the mud pile. It was indeed a hand, a white and beautiful hand. Now, more of the thing was being slowly uncovered. I saw what looked like a...face. But it couldn't be, it was much too beautiful, and much too white.

I touched the face, terrified that it was the hand of a corpse, hopeful that it was the hand of someone alive. It was neither. When I touched it, it was hard like marble, a statue. That explained everything. How it was so white, so very cold, and so very beautiful, and it looked as if it was marble.

Whoever sculpted this was brilliant, I thought. It was true, the face was perfect, more than perfect. The eyes were closed, showing smooth lids, and the lips were closed together, tout. The head looked a bit tilted to make the statue look contemplative. And it was pointed slightly towards the sky, as if it was calling on the storm clouds above us.

Only that one white hand and the face was uncovered, but I didn't care, I could only keep staring at the face, the beautiful stone face. I could now see that it was definitely male, I was too busy ogling to fully comprehend anything but that amazing beauty.

Who had made this? It was certainly exquisite work, this belonged in the Louvre, or in the Vatican as an angel, so what was it doing in the wilderness of Canada? But I felt that I didn't care, I liked the fact that I was the only one who knew of this beautiful secret.

The rain had started to slow down until it was merely a fine drizzle, not uncovering any more of the statue's features.

I tentatively reached up a hand to it's face, I was shy even around such a beautiful stone statue, especially around such a beautiful statue. I gently stroked the area around it's closed eyelid, it was so smooth, and so hard, and so cold, and oh so very beautiful.

There was a huge thunderclap again and the sky was streaked with lightening, the rain was coming again.

I had to leave, I knew it, but I didn't want to, not at all. But I had too, I'd get even more soaked and even more cold. I was still unwilling.

You can always come back. When the sun is shining and you can see him better. Wouldn't you like that?

Yes, yes I would.

So I left, headed towards the path that I now remembered, but not without whispering, "I'll be back."

Again, this story is COMPLETE but rules and status's are meant to be broken...

Anyway, really what do you think?

I know, I'm supposed to be working on other stuff but this wouldn't go away, can you forgive me?

This is my 11th story! I've broken through the 10th story barrier! Yay!

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