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There was a glint!A glint of metal!This had to be it.Izo had passed by several things that glinted under the flames of his staff.But this one glinted the most,almost sparkling.He knelt down and picked up the object.An arrowhead.
'Perfect.Where's the rest?' he thought,sticking his lighted staff deep into the sand so that it stood on it own before using his hands to feel around for wood,feathers or string.He went further and further until he came across a buckskin tube.The same buckskin tube he used to contain his bow and arrows.He quickly reached and grabbed it.However,it felt like there were small pieces of things broken inside.
'No...' Izo thought,removing the cover and staring at a broken bow and several arrow butts.It was shattered.Completely rendered unusable.Izo kept staring at it for a while,unable to believe his eyes.His prized possession,gone.He placed several of the broken pieces that lay scattered around the sand into the buckskin tube.There's no way he'd leave it.He bowed at the buckskin tube,a sign of respect to the broken weapon and it's 'soul'.Then he got up,taking his staff and the buckskin tube with him.
He made his way back to the fire,and the other survivors.He wasn't really in the mood the talk to anyone now,and he hadn't taken notice to the new people who arrived,nor the person who just left.His focus was on the tube,staring at it with an expressionless face.