Pits of fire
In a land of valcanoes, the eruptions start again. The puff of smoke, the shudder of the ground and the simmering lava flows scorch the lands and leave a dark scar upon the already torn ground. The grasslands have emerged only to be fed into the infernos of the lava flows, and then hopefully become a part of the black glass formations that emerge after the havoc cools down. Though, the havoc rarely does cool down and you get a mixture of acidic gas and a surface of moving lava rocks. Setting foot on the black, soot-covered surface of the volatile rock formations is absolutely safe, unless you count in the chance of erupting into flames in the case of a sudden jet of lava emerging from the ground. A trepidatious ground, though not of thin ice but the ravenous heat of fire. The environment: cool enough for a person to sun-bathe but hot enough to boil an egg on the ground.
Though after the dragons stop breathing fire, the pits become a place for discovery and treasure. The caverns that are left behind when the lava subsides into its subterrainian home are but palaces made of black glass. The crystal formations, which were formed within the intense heat of the lava, became the walls of the cavities that became the temporary caves before the lava decides to come above ground again.
The soil becomes fertile farming land and the caves provide enough warmth to go through the cold nights. After a disaster came the peace, lasting only until the next waking of the fire. As the smoke clears from the air, the sight of sunlight and a rainbow in the rain forms, as beautiful as the mind could imagine - perhaps more.
A pity though, that nobody had the heart to see the beauty anymore. The fear of the fire had been imbued by time. It turned but everything, into ash.
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