Echoes of the Obsidian Age

Previously

…He looked at the dry brush that carpeted the hillside. He looked at his flint and scraper. He took a deep breath and began to move, not down into the ravine, but along the ridge, seeking the highest point, the place where he could unleash the fury of the earth itself. The obsidian, he thought, remembering Maeve’s words. It held power. Perhaps, just perhaps, he could harness it. The night was long, and the path ahead was fraught with peril, but for Lyra, Kaelen would walk through fire.