Obsidian

Break 1

Somehow the village survived the tsunami unscathed. The wave almost seemed to veer, the brunt of it crashing several miles down the beach. The little boy wandered down the shore looking for any treasures the great wave may have carried with it.

He froze.

A body lay in the sand with nothing else around it. No shipwreck, no debris. The sand itself didn’t look disturbed. Sticking out of the body was a rough-hewn, black stone sword. Feeling oddly at peace, the boy walked up to the body and grabbed the leather wrapped hilt. It came loose easily. The boy smiled.