Searching for his grave. walking through the lonely forest whispers surround me. Trees looking down at me. Fear taking over, stumbling down to the floor. Branches scratching me. I picked myself up nothing could stop me. I would find him. Then I hear a voice calling when I start to run faster and faster. Footsteps following me everywhere I go. I stop the earth crumbling underneath my feat. The only way out was to jump. Taking a step forward I start to lean. I'm falling and one thought crosses my mind the key to his grave X marks the spot.

His grave is here