I don't think my stories are terriffic, so I will add them here. You will see a text at the top of any parts of the story; Lizma and River: Chapter ~. I may decide to talk about other stuff in here, so maybe the header is necessary.
Lizma and River: Chapter 1.
Time... Something no one has these days. The people hurry everywhere, never noticing the tree sapling growing into a great oak, or the river steadily widening, or even the turn of the tide. The days pass on and people only think ahead to deadlines and ever-changing current events. They live in Oblivious contentedness, not knowing we even exist, ignoring our culture. That's how it has been for nearly a century. But things change...

I woke up, staring at the concrete all around me. The window high above, taunting me with its bars. I look to my feet and there are more bars staring me in the face. "When am I getting out of here?" I wonder. I am surprised to hear a reply.
"Sooner than you think, if you will help me, son." There's the elderly mayor Tucker staring at me, a backpack in one hand and a compass and a topographical map in the other.
"Ready to put your tracking to good use, River?"