October/November 2013 Lite Challenge: A Silver a Head

[Psylence]

Aaaand update!

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So, I figured I should add the bit of story that I have for this:

So they walked up to the gaping maw. A scar upon the land that ripped open into the abyss below. Once the area was lush, the mountains and plateaus catching the rain and turning the valley between them into a lush garden. A town once flourished at the intersection of two of those rivers. It was growing. Then the man with no name, the man who lost his name, tore the world asunder. It ripped open the world, part of the mountain range falling into the divide. Another scar ripped open, greedily drinking down the water from one of the rivers into the maw of the planet. The rivers still ran, their supplies seeming never ending... but even they slowed and then stopped.

Years have passed since that day, hundreds some say, but the one thing that can be sure is that the plants passed and the ground dried; the desert that is, hides the wilderness it was. Pass through, if you dare, but look for no sanctuary, no water, no hospitality - all is dying or dead thanks to the magic used that day.