An earthquake and tsunami in 774 in the Middle Ages orphaned a soul that had crossed over

The sun had just climbed out of the horizon and sprinkled its morning glow onto the earth. A little boy with brown hair and blue eyes in a small linen coat stepped out of a longwooden house at the bottom of the hillside.

He stretched his waist comfortably, rubbed his sleepy eyes with the back of his hand, and looked up at the gap between the shores. The endless sea was shrouded in morning mist, as if draped in a faint white veil. In the distance, a flock of seagulls soared casually in the blue sky, looming in the morning mist; Farther in the sky, the white ice crown on top of the haze wakes up in the morning light, shimmering with crystalline light to welcome the arrival of this new day.

The little boy stood for a moment, turned around, looked at the sleeping people in the longhouse, and then crept down the hillside to the seashore with rocks and sandy beaches at the bottom of the hillside.

He ran all the way and did not look back to his home, because from his experience he had absolutely no reason to doubt that when he returned, his home and its people would still be there.

The days in late spring are warmer, but it is still very cold in the morning and evening, especially the sea water flowing down from the melting of the icebergs and glaciers in the distance, which is biting cold, adding a lot of chill to the morning. However, the little boy completely ignored all this, and with his natural cold-resistant primitive physique, he could not withstand the temptation of the seawater, and stripped naked several times and plunged into the water.

Rocks and gravel slid under his feet. The flat coast meets the seabed under water. He dived deep into the cold waters, then splashed out of the water, kicked his legs hard, and swam deeper.

He himself doesn't know when he learned to swim. He is 5 years old. I only know that Lu Dao learned to swim before he was a toddler. Since he came here from the north with the tribe, it has become a habit for him to be the first to get up every morning and go to the beach to swim and play.

He swam back and forth in the blue sea for a while, and then, lying on the surface, let the water float and move with the wind. The sea is so open. The sea water pounds against the rocks along the coast, stirring up white foam. He stood up and waded into the beach, where he picked up some beautiful shells and played a game of stones.

He occasionally looked up, and suddenly saw a seagull flying freely in the distance, as if frightened, originally hovering over the blue calm sea, now rapidly flapping its wings and chirping loudly.

At that moment, the earth began to tremble. He watched as the shells rolled down. The pile of shells swayed, then all collapsed and flattened. He felt his body shake violently and didn't understand what was happening.

He looked around, trying to understand what seemed to be an incredible change in his surroundings, because he believed that the earth was immobile.

The water, which had been flowing slowly, suddenly became noisy, crashing against the shore and stirring up the mud and sand on the bottom of the sea. The tips of the bush near the shore trembled violently, as if there was an invisible force at its roots shaking; Uphill is a forest boulder, and towering conifers are shaken to pieces. A large towering pine tree, some of its roots already exposed, staggered to the opposite side, only to hear a loud crackling sound, and fell down, and the huge body of the tree fell down to the tribe below the slope.

The little boy was startled by the loud sound of the fallen tree, and fear enveloped him, and he felt his abdomen stir violently, and his internal organs pulled tightly like a knot. He tried to stand up, but involuntarily collapsed as if he were seriously ill. He scrambled to his feet, trying to hold himself steady, and staggered toward his home, the long wooden house.

A low roar of thunder came from deep underground, and the sound grew louder and louder, turning into a terrifying roar, and cracks began to appear in the ground, which quickly expanded. He smelled a damp, putrid smell of rotten acid emerging from the cracks, like a giant beast, cracking its mouth open and exhaling the stench that had been dry for millions of years in its belly. Clods of soil, small trees, and rocks at the edge of the crack fell into the crack.

This is the earth we live in—a molten planet with a cooled shell—that is spasming and creating a rift that is devouring everything at the edge of the rift.

The tribe in the distance is precisely on the edge of the rift. In an instant, the horse frame tilted and collapsed, and together with some of the iron-striking furnaces at the edge of the wooden house, sheep, horses, dogs, and other animals, as well as all the people and animals in the wooden house, fell into the abyss of the cracks and disappeared without a trace.

The little boy trembled with fear at the horror in front of him. The calamity caused this boy, who had just survived in the world realm for five years, to suffer an unprecedented heavy blow in his spirit. He pounded the ground vigorously and cried out hoarsely:

"Mom! Mom! ……”

The cracking of rocks, the collapse of trees, the sound of the sea, and the thunder of the earth echoed across the earth with the little boy's cries of grief.

The little boy desperately crawled towards the crack. However, as if the earth had deliberately tested the boy's survival skills and added many hardships to his future life, the ground suddenly rose and tossed him over the edge of the crack. He grabbed the ground with his fingernails, trying to hold himself in place on the undulating and shaking ground.

Soon, the crack closed again, the roar stopped, and the shaking earth fell silent for a moment. But the little boy's terror did not stop. He lay on his stomach on the ground, his face pressed against the wet soil that had been loosened by the convulsions of the earthquake, and trembled with fear.

He looked up in terror and looked around, and there was a desolation and silence, and even the seagulls flying on the sea did not know where to flee.

On the edge of this pristine vast sea, small forests are scattered, and in the north of the continent there are continuous glaciers that carry the cold over, and countless herbivores and predators prey on predators live in the forests, but humans are scarce.

He lost his loved ones, lost everyone who could take care of him, had nowhere to go, no one cared for him anymore, and became a helpless orphan.

The earth began to tremble again, sinking with the trembling. There was a roar from deep underground, as if a lot of food had been swallowed in one gulp, and it was necessary to digest it vigorously. He jumped up in panic, afraid that the earth would crack. He saw that the place where the tribes had gathered, which had been familiar and lively, were now left with only the upturned dirt and the roots of the trees, and that he would never see the warmth of the wooden house again.

With tears welling up, he ran back to the beach, curled up and sobbed by the murky waters.

However, the humid coast does not give him any shelter. Another aftershock struck, and it shook even harder.

He gasped in astonishment as a large wave large enough to connect the heavens and the earth rushed towards him, and the cold sea splashed on his naked body, engulfing him in an instant, and when the sea receded, only debris was left behind, and there was no trace of the little boy.