"Rahl!" I gasped as I scuttled back a few paces.

Rock and brick and cement flew, splattering into the air and across the ground like a spittle from mouths uncouth in their eating. The sound was a crunching of stone and a thunderwave of sonic power, as the building collapsed inwards. A great chunk of the building, torn out as if some fearful monster had gained ravenous hunger, was disconnected from the structure and sent elsewhere. Dust flew up into eyes, people screamed, festival goers fled; and a great round rock rested within the building, rocking until it lay still.

The perpetrator of the destruction.

So barbaric, inelegant, Des sighed in my mind. Extremely dull, what is it - a catapult? Ugly.

The lunar goddess would never come now. Turning on their heels those clothed in her symbol and colour began to run, knowing now what was occuring. Seige weapons, directly on the city. An attack.

A great frown came to my face, having not heard anything about this incoming attack. Surely if an attack was expected then the city would have been teaming with the news and screaming individuals. Instead, this area at least had been celebrating a little known goddess, singing her songs and dancing to her tunes.

And now fleeing.

Twisting I began to run myself, grabbing at the first individual I came across. An old man, eyes wide with fear.

"Ar-army!" He screeched, "at the gates. They - they came so all of a sudden, and we - we didn't believe what they said when ..."

"When what?" I growled.

"When the Assembly told us two days ago that we needed to flee. That we were facing a seige. But the farmers - and the family - and Tylmerande - they wouldn't ... Radsanth couldn't!"

Confusion then. I nodded and let go of him, nodding down the the alleyway, indicating he should head. Myself, I remained calm, knowing that I just needed to leave the city now.

It was then I saw the girl with the katana.