Better, I thought. This setup was so much better. Looking west, toward the ramparts. So much more modern, so much more efficient.
The last time was mainly a fluke. A bizarre series of coincidences and luck. Fate scheming against me, unfairly and to my detriment.
But as I admired the new fortifications, the new battlements, the new highway system, landing lights, communications towers—it was easy to forget, and to dismiss what happened last time.
My troops were ready and my plan secure, nothing could go wrong.
This time, I’d be certain to crush all of the damned hobbits first.
Inspired by this Sunday Photo Fiction prompt: