City of Solitude

In the future, love is not lost.

Years after the final war had begun, long after the lights of the high rises had gone dark, when squadrons of biped and quadruped tanks roamed the earth in search for pockets of resistance, in an ancient citadel upon a scared and weather worn dais snuggled in a wooden throne sat a pillar of salt in the form of a young lady.

In the centre of the hall there stood another pillar of salt, though it was not wholly upright. The form of a young lad knelt before the princess' throne. Beside the boy there lay a lion, who also was naught but salt, though by some ancient markings one could tell that is was once jet black.

Outside a kingdom of tall grass fields bent and furrowed in the wind. The dreams of those who had walked the city long ago lay frozen in tombs scattered here and there amidst the blades of green and brown. When the most ancient of magic had fallen from the skies those who had lived in the land had been caught at unawares. Most of the citizens had been instantly petrified, of which only a few remained for most of them had eroded away in the wind and the rain.

Swimming ever so subtlety throughout time amidst the grass and pillars of salt was a most foul creature. Its body was very long and slimy much like that of a snake, though it was covered in thick impenetrable scales and with each breath tiny bouts of smoke left its nostrils.

The wingless vermilion oil red and dark spring green dragon had made a conscious point of avoiding the obsidian stained salt lion, even though the salt boy's heart would have made a most delicious meal.

The same went for the princess, her unbeating heart would be a tasty morsel for the demon that lurked behind the desolate city walls, though she sat safe behind the doors of the citadel.   The abandoned and forlorn palace grounds were no place for the living, even the wingless one detested the prison it could never leave. Even if it could, there was nowhere to go...