Ahmad Alshebly

The Ouroboros

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The ones born of smokeless fire, scaled beasts of monstrous sizes that cast shadows so wide in flight the sun bows to the beating of their wings stretched out before its blue sky. The scorched earth that they had shaped into their own domain stood as a testimony that they now reigned viciously on top of the food chain. Humanity reduced to nothing but dust in the wind scattered deep into the corners of the earth. If my memory still has not betrayed me, the last time I counted, less than a few hundred of us remain. I know this because the rest of our planet has become uninhabitable due to the radiation these behemoths leave when they nest.