Justin Thompson

Lot

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But with the slow decay of the once mighty civilization, something powerful had to fill the void. A pale full moon lights the midnight sky, illuminating the world below. A soft breeze blows, tickling the tongues of the flames that slowly engulf the village. The warm glow of the flame and the white light of the moon soothes the city into accepting its fate. It’s almost peaceful watching this God forsaken city return to hell where it belongs. Almost.