Opal Grainwind Chapter 13
Three days had passed by
as we rebuilt
our broken Burrowbee.
There was an old man
living with us.
He said that he had news.
He was a scholar
amongst others
that studied history.
His group had a way
a secret thing
that let them speak from far.
He spoke of the things
his friends told him.
Icebrunt had been ravaged.
The entire landscape
had been reshaped
by people from the sky.
It was not just us
that witnessed these
harbingers of chaos.
Rivers had vanished.
Hills were flattened.
Mountains burst from the earth.
Inland villages
had been swallowed
by huge, gaping chasms.
Only settlements
living on coasts
had not fully vanished.
Yet each one, like ours,
was hurt and razed.
No person had shelter.
People were brought low
by hidden threats,
sky people and giants.
It has come to us
the words, World Woe.
Apocalypse is here.