Today on Drabble Wednesday we visit the abandoned and the
desolate, the lost places…
Dragon City
War came without warning.
At least for people like me, the ordinary, the
underprivileged. Perhaps the ruling class knew, perhaps they ignored it, or
were responsible. I’ll never know and now, as I flee, it doesn’t matter.
The only thing that matters is getting out alive.
I keep my focus, shoving through the panicked crowds,
hugging the hastily packed bundle of my possessions, and pushing onward, past
the city gates.
I look back over my shoulder as I continue to run. One last
look at the home I have forsaken. Above my city they are circling, the
invaders.
The dragons.
The Towers
The steel and glass towers ascended from the ice, their
spiral turrets reaching towards the grey clouds in the darkening sky. They
stood as abandoned sentinels, haunted beacons luring weary travellers and
seekers of arcane knowledge.
Travellers such as the one arriving this night.
She was young, and ambitious. She craved powerful magic,
willing to risk great danger to achieve her goals. It was the reason she had
sought out the Towers, for a ancient whisper, a promise of magic.
As she approached, the doors opened, beckoning her.
She smiled never realising the trap, the curse.
She died still smiling.
Gone
Rows of buildings lined his route, fencing the road with
tiers of decaying apartments and walkways that rose into hazy firmament. He
skirted his way around debris as he walked, his footsteps and his breathing—a harsh
noise through the mask of his air filter—shattering the morning silence.
He entered a building to scavenge, his gloved hand pushing
the damaged door aside. Passing though an empty lobby, he climbed a stairway
and eventually passed into a dim hall. He took a few steps, The air resounded
with a crunching sound, as he walked over the bones of the dead.
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