Shannon—A Town and a Lizard

Prompt: Majestic

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The town was majestic in its own little way. Small yet mighty, it became a safe haven to its villagers. A bar became refuge for the trolls when their bridge was smashed. The library a coven for the witches in the moonlit hour. The well, sat in the town square, filled with coins from those who dared hope and dream in the darkness, searching for light. While the storm raged through the town, tearing it to shreds, it still held high, majestically.

It was the only thing standing as the world fell away, green vines crawling over old brick like envy trying to consume its father’s rage. A lizard snuck its way through, tiny feet pattering over a world now lost. It crawled over the coins, grey smothering gold. And then it grew.

A decade later, when the land around was rebuilding, travellers would approach, having seen the ruins from the old road. They would wander cautiously, sensing something could be disturbed.

They were right, of course. A tiny lizard that had once roamed the ruins stood much the same size as them. He slept most days, curled around the old well, his green and grey scales making him seem as though he was merely an extension of the old stones.