"Grandma, can I go look for some seashells??" Rebecca pleaded, looking up at Elsa, "I don't wanna build sand castles anymore."
Elsa glanced around the beach quickly, then nodded to her granddaughter, "Can't you wait, sweetie? Your mother should be returning with lunch any minute now."
"Please??"
Elsa sighed, reluctantly nodding her head, "Alright-- but stay close to our spot. I don't want you wandering off, understand? Stay where I can see you."
"Okay, Grandma!" Rebecca smiled, grabbing her drawstring bag and starts wandering towards the shoreline searching for seashells. Taking a small plastic sand shovel from her bag, Rebecca began sifting through the sand, examining every seashell she came across. Occasionally, she turned towards her grandmother, who promptly gave her a smile and a wave when the two made eye contact.
However, when Rebecca glanced away from Elsa, something caught her eye far off in the distance. There appeared to be an opening in the cliff at the edge of the shoreline. Rebecca took a few steps closer, then quickly turned back to her grandmother's seat. She couldn't continue, she was being watched. Instead, she kneeled down onto the sand and began searching for more seashells, glancing up discretely for her chance to go exploring.
At last, her moment came. She saw her mother returning to their beach chairs with lunch. While Elsa was distracted, Rebecca grabbed her bag and made a mad dash towards the cave.Once safely inside, she got a good look around. The cave appeared to have been a former hideout, or living space at one time. Broken furniture covered the floor, as well as blaster marks covering the walls. Near some of the scorch marks, there appeared to be some traces of red. Rebecca took a step closer, trying to figure out what it was to no avail.
Upon turning to leave the cave, she took one step and immediately drew back her foot, realizing she had stepped on something other than the rocky cave floor. She knelt down and removed some of the small debris and picked up a leather bound book. Opening it, she flipped through a few of the pages. It appeared to be an instructional book of some kind. Rebecca began flipping through more pages, curious of the book's contents.
Time began to fly by quickly. Rebecca, completely engrossed in the book, had forgotten what she was supposed to be doing this whole while, and upon hearing her mother and grandmother calling her name from a distance, the girl quickly stashed the book in her seashell bag, adding more shells to the top to effectively hide it, then scurried out of the cave to rejoin her family.
What she failed to notice about her new treasure was the name "Korban" scratched into the bottom back cover.
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