Only One Remains

From behind a scant cover of trunk-less stumps, a shivering figure leered his eyes over the rough edge of devastated trees.

His emerald eyes reflected a battle, one of great proportions that entrapped his sights and forced his cowardly character to keel over in favor of his burning curiosity and awe at all that is magical and heroic.

The battle took place between a human most peculiar and a three-headed, four-winged, beast.

The land burned with rivers of magma and showered with a hail of feathers the darkest of black. Rods of silver metal jutted out of the disfigured terrain to capture the snakes of lightning lunging from the ashen sea of clouds, while a corrosive poison of dark liquid ate at the lightning thieves.

Scars, scratches and lacerations that would be found on a wounded soldier’s flesh were carved into the earth, as the terrain itself turned bizarre with tendrils of vines and cacti slithering like snakes above the surface of the ground.