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I journeyed halfway around the world to escape from under your legacy. Yet everywhere I turn, I see your echoes.
The river floods the banks with aid until they drown, then withdraws its support for months. Trees stretch their roots deeper into the shifting sands, but even the strongest topple with the next assault.
Across the flat plains the harsh sun judges from daybreak to sunset, bearing down relentlessly no matter where I try to hide. At night the blinding white god abandons its prey, and we freeze.
There are no average enemies here. Only giant monstrosities against which no mundane arts will prevail, and an endless army of chittering and slithering vermin who can kill you even faster.
Still, I have hope that I can conquer this land, meet its challenges in a way I never could yours.
Convince it that I am worthy of being called its son.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. Big thanks to Karen and Josh for hosting it! This week Pegman takes us to Loxton Australia, which features some fierce and beautiful scenery. Click on the link to see the images other writers chose, and read the stories that were inspired by them. And feel free to join in: everyone is welcome!