Incrementally she stood, bracing herself each step of the way until she was back on her feet. She ran out the door and onto her base...
Partial buildings were all that was left. Everything burned. Her dragons den - and her dragons - were gone. All of the builders, druids, guards, and farmers had vanished. She was alone.
Piercing, metallic sounding dragon cries from above made her look up. The dragon looked as though it was made of armor and clockwork parts; red and chrome armor covered its sleek body. The wings had rockets attached to them, which made it look both wonderous and terrifying. The rider was a hooded figure, red eyes peering out of a skull underneath. It laughed at her.
Nothing had prepared her for this. Her heart stopped and sank. She had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide...
"Mine," the rider hissed at her. "This is all mine!"
Obsi took a deep breath, then screamed, "NO IT IS NOT! THIS IS MINE! I WORKED FOR THIS! MY BUILDERS AND DRUIDS AND FARMERS AND GUARDS WORKED FOR THIS! YOU WILL NOT TAKE IT FROM ME!"
Obsi woke with a start, sitting straight up in bed. She threw the covers off and ran onto her base.
It was fine.
She sighed, and started to smile. From far off, she heard a metallic cry and a sinister laugh. She looked toward the west, and the sky glowed red.