The Obsidian Compass
Arlen was a quiet map-maker in a seaside town where ships rarely came anymore. He spent his days drawing coastlines others would never see, dreaming of places he would never go—until the storm. One night, lightning split a ship in half just offshore. Arlen and the fishermen ran to help. Among the wreckage, he found only one survivor: a girl no older than seventeen, soaked and unconscious, clutching something to her chest with both hands. It was a compass—black as obsidian, but instead of poin...
The Obsidian Compass
Arlen was a quiet map-maker in a seaside town where ships rarely came anymore. He spent his days drawing coastlines others would never see, dreaming of places he would never go—until the storm. One night, lightning split a ship in half just offshore. Arlen and the fishermen ran to help. Among the wreckage, he found only one survivor: a girl no older than seventeen, soaked and unconscious, clutching something to her chest with both hands. It was a compass—black as obsidian, but instead of poin...
