Jhalaburg
19-07-2008, 19:37
Jhalaburg, a city-state of gleaming scarlet spires, bridges, and complicated turrets; a massive collection of buildings that spiral upwards into the sky, casting a great sundial shadow on the orange grass-covered valleys surrounding it. Jhalaburg, it's an old city. Not as old as some, but older than most. It's brilliant red walls were in stark contrast to the predominantly dull orange vegetation of the surrounding area and its citizens mysterious folk who rarely stepped outside its boundary.
But then one day it just... disappeared. Where once was a veritable mountain of stone edifice was just a rather dirty plain where nothing grew and the dust on the wind would settle before being swept on.
Time passed and so did the city in the memories of those in the region. It was not unheard of, after all, for whole countries to just disappear one day, carried off by swarms of helicopters or just sinking into the earth to be covered with dust, or swallowed by the sea.
But this was not what happened. What did happen would only ever be known to the lost people of Jhala. And one other man, many years later. A man with no name.
But then one day it just... disappeared. Where once was a veritable mountain of stone edifice was just a rather dirty plain where nothing grew and the dust on the wind would settle before being swept on.
Time passed and so did the city in the memories of those in the region. It was not unheard of, after all, for whole countries to just disappear one day, carried off by swarms of helicopters or just sinking into the earth to be covered with dust, or swallowed by the sea.
But this was not what happened. What did happen would only ever be known to the lost people of Jhala. And one other man, many years later. A man with no name.