The day we fearedMountains tremble in awe at the weapons unleashed upon the earth.
Bodies of dead creatures piled high enough to rival the tallest of peaks shudders and then collapses, crushing and breaking apart skin, bone and sinew, transforming each to dust under the terrible force of gravity. Dust storms rise from the debris and twist and search the land around them, ever seeking, ever seeking.
A lone figure is witness to all this. The last of her kind, she tries to weep at the emptiness but her face is dry, her eyes as cold as the desolate, barren land as she knows the fault is hers. The wind whips the mighty dust clouds around her and she screams in silence for there is no one to hear.
The sky turns black as the sun is gorged upon and as the world grows cold the wind and dust stor
