Cautiously yet half dizzy, she slipped her quivering hands into the nooks and crannies of the faces.
Soon she swung her leg over the ledge and winced, pulling herself up. The vicious barks had subsided, but the threat of the lightening had increased and it streaked and danced across the sky like a viper. The wind whipped her hair around her face, and she sheilded her face with her cut hands.
This was no way to live, if perhaps one could even call such an exsistence living, and this the child new too well. Many times she had passed a building with children that poured out endlessly at sundown, glowing faces that grew brighter still when they encountered an adult that showed affection towards them. What these adults were dubbed was a mystery, so she had resorted to calling them angels. Any person who could bring so much bliss to another had to be an angel. And it seemed that everyone had one but her.
She crawled over to the brink of the Hokage Faces and stared into the horizon. Through the clouds a small beacon of pink and orange hues arose against the skyline. Would her angel appear for her, emerging from the light? Maybe hers abadoned her the way her parents did. The girl shook her head, water droplets glistening as they dropped.
"Nuh uh!," she cried into her knees, "Mommy and Daddy would never really leave...at least," she tilted her head to the ever rising sun. " At least, my angel wouldn't!"
It was just light enough to see the incredible distance that was laid before her, like an entire map of the world was visible. And then the girl had a thought, something foolproof to recover her parents.
"Wowie! I can see everything. I bet Mommy and Daddy can see me just like I can see the world!"
She inched to the end of the stone, dangling her bare feet, enjoying the security and the openess of this new frontier. To end the game, her finale was absoloute, she had to call her parents out. Young though she was there was one thing she understood clearly: Once the game of hide and seek was over, her parents had to reveal themselves. In the mind of a child, this logic seemed as reasonable as any well thought plan would. And her plan was to jump, to shout to the heavens her resigination and to finally see her family again.
"Mommy, Daddy, I give up, you win. Catch me!"
Giving one last glance around, she slid off the faces. The sun and the wind intertwined, blinding the girl and leaving her light headed, but she perstited in yelling, "Catch me!"