The prompt: Loss
The world as my people knew it is in shambles, turned into mere pieces of rotting ice. I followed the destruction from afar with my telescope from the safety of the island based on rock rather than ice. I wish they would’ve seen reason when I told them of this development in the ice base of our island.
One of the earth dragons I had befriended during my time here came to my side, so I put my telescope down and scratched his chin. “Don’t worry, buddy. I’m sure everyone will get used to this place.”
Many probably would not. They would yearn for their icy home. It was too bad; our island wasn’t the only one that had already gone through this or was going to go through this. The ice was melting and there was nothing we could do.