It shot across the sky like an arrow piercing the air.
Its eyes intense with fire, but its heart frost and decay.
Shields of gray clouds blot out the sunlight.
The land below is captured in near total darkness.
A small village rests below, occupied by humble peasants with humble beginnings.
The farmers tilling their crops are eager to reap this year's harvest.
Caring mothers sing enchanting melodies to their daughters.
Young children laugh and play in the fields.
The future seems promising for these young villagers.
To them, on their small patch of dirt, the world is still so full of wonder.
And then it happened.
The earth, engulfed in a scorch of mindless flames, fell to ash and dust, and the villagers with it.
All was lost, like ice in flames.