The lush meadows have disappeared under the onslaught of devouring locusts. They descended in a cloud from the mountains to the north of us.
And we dived back under cover and remained there until they passed on, leaving naught but bare earth and our tents behind.
Afterwards we took turns comforting Mei. For though not unfamiliar with these insects, their close proximity was new to her experience.
We watched them form up again over the mountains to the south and held our breath as they descended out of our sight – down to where the city beside the lake must lie.
Elijah and I applied ourselves to prepare Mei and Tomas for what we were certain will come next.
Winged Abaddon.
Watch This Space 