Echoes of the Obsidian Age

Previously

…Lyra stirred in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Kaelen watched her, a silent promise forming in his heart. He would protect her. He would protect them all. The rhythmic tap-tap-tap of his hammer resumed, but now, it was more than just the sound of creation. It was the sound of a young man awakening, the sound of a spark igniting in the heart of the Stone Age, a spark that would soon burst into flame. He was Kaelen, the flint knapper, and his journey was just beginning. The obsidian, in its dark beauty, held not just value, but also a warning, a silent prophecy of the trials that lay ahead. The peace of his valley was a fragile thing, and he was determined to be its guardian.