Prologue
It was quiet, yet cloudy day in Central Park, New York.
The leaves were a mixture of amber and green as the season changed from summer to fall. Walking along the stone path was a 76 year old woman with her 8 year old granddaughter.
The elderly woman had sliver grey hair tied in a small ponytail with a purple woolly hat on her head and violet eyes.
She wore a thick pink cardigan, light purple square pattern skirt and black shoes. Not far behind her was her granddaughter. Her granddaughter's name was Danielle Jones, or just Dani for short.
Dani wore a small red woolly hat, a warm light blue jumper and thick dark red shorts with red and white sneakers.
Dani had short jet black hair that was tied back in a pony tail and light icy blue eyes. "I know it was around here somewhere." Grandma panted as they reached a split in the path.
"But we've already been passed here!" Dani exclaimed.
"The trees have all grown so big." Grandma joked as she looked around before walking down one of the paths. "I'm afraid it has been so long since my last visit here my dear." She added.
"Grandma, when was the last time you were here?" Dani asked curiously.
"Oh years and years ago, way before you were born sweetheart." Grandma laughed. They walked for a few more minuets before Grandma came to a stop. "Now just a minuet, I'm trying to get my bearings. Uh there are so many paths here. So easy to get turned around." She groaned.
"Grandma we're in the middle of nowhere!" Dani groaned.
"We're right in the middle of New York City." Grandma laughed. "But your gonna make yourself tired walking so long." Dani pouted. "Nonsense, it hasn't been more then a quarter of an hour." Grandma replied.
"Not much further." She added as she removed the black scarf around Dani's neck. "But I'm getting tired." Dani groaned. "Oh I see." Grandma chuckled. She then gazed at the scarf in her hand, rubbing her thumb on the dark fabric.
"Grandma, what are we looking for anyway?" Dani suddenly asked her.
That snapped Grandma out of her daze. "A memorial." Grandma replied as they continued walking down the path. "A what?" Dani asked in confusion. Grandma laughed as she and her granddaughter took a seat on a park bench.
"The memorial we are looking for is a reminder of a wonderful story. And a place very far away from here." She explained.
"What place is that Grandma?" Dani asked excitedly. "Amity Park, Alaska. A town that was almost on top of the world. Now that really was in the middle of nowhere sweetheart." Grandma smiled.
Dani listened eager to hear more of her grandmother's tale.
Grandma smiled at her. "In the cold winter of 1925 it was snowing hard, back then the fastest and most reliable way of getting around was with teams of people pulling long sleds. Races were held every year to find the best team, and the competition was very fierce."...
