Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:
It’s been said that our ancestors came to this planet from a polluted, over-populated planet that was on the verge of collapse and that by coming here they started anew and molded this world to their own desires. If this was their desire, the Desert of Broken Dreams, I shudder to think what their world was like. I turned away from the view before me, the unbroken expanse of the desert, and turned back to the lights of the town behind me. My home, New Edinburgh, where I grew up and, God willing, where I will be married in less than a week unless the damn Vrakil take down our walls and kill every last one of us.
Post a link to the story in the comments.