Ceris

Ceris, a young Erian soldier was in a defense watchtower nearby Clisia, his home city. Playing dice with other men in the watchtower in the middle of the day, there was hardly any tension in the air about the pending war. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Until Ceris happened to spot a ship nearing the city - probably a cargo ship or research vessel. No enemy would attack at such an obvious time of day.
Still, as it neared, the ship seemed less and less friendly... even at the least likely time an enemy would strike.
To make things worse, the ship raised a flag and signaled an attack.
The flag was odd and menacing.
Unfamiliar.
Much like the almost magical soldiers disembarking the ship in full battle gear.

Scared and helpless, Ceris must beat an army of thousands to the city in a race to the death.
But the soldiers seem almost magical...
Will they raze the city to the ground? Will there be any survivors?

**CHAPTERS 2 AND 3 ARE PUBLISHED IN THE WRONG ORDER**