I did a thing. I wrote a story. World Of Hayot.
The small desert jeep is fast. The road is long, really long. Here I am sitting in the back of said jeep, facing backwards and watching the country that once was a beautiful place go by. It's still a nice landscape to admire, but the destroyed homes...
Of Fire and Clay
**"of fire and clay",** **by wolfhound baxton** ja'gel crept slowly along the blackened ground. the pitch black fur of the young jackal blended well with the ash and sooty stones that covered the ground in this land.