Parched
Parched By R.A. Iscalon Cola clenched her jaw, the reflection of her hard pale gaze staring back from the viewport. Polluted skies choked the city streets below, suffocating its denizens in an orange haze - a stark contrast to the vibrant greens and blues she remembered. Moiste’s oceans, once a canvas of such colors, was now a vast empty waste - a gray stain of corporate residue drenched in acid rain. Even the trees, once revered for their resilience against nature’s wrath, were but husks. Their skeletal remains stretched across the bleak horizon. But even they threatened to retreat into dust. Frustrated, Cola turned her back on the blighted planet, and strode to her throne. Her attendant, Sazerac, stood waiting there, his bleeding red eyes trained on his Strictess. “Are you alright,...