The 7th City
The warplane lay broken on the barren desert floor utterly broken, forgotten and forlorn. Painted on her side are the names of six cities; next to each is a faint but distinct image of a mushroom cloud. There were six in all each next to a city name written in their native language they read: Moscow, Berlin, London, Shanghai, New York and Rio de Janeiro. Next to the shattered warplane rested a damaged cylinder two metres long, white and glowing faintly in the twilight. It was a bomb like each that had been dropped onto the flattened cities long ago. Where would number seven have been dropped? Before the warplane had been broken herself and where were the two crew? Were the weathered bones on the sand they? Kahlia Akasha was no more just a decaying unwanted fighter plane partly covered by the shifting desert sands soon lost forever more, part of a war forgotten one thousand years past.
The 7th City
