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Smoke was in the air.  That was all that Ceris can remember.  He could hear people screaming, men marching through the city.  Buildings were burning to the ground, the wooden structures incinerating, causing a glow to cover the town.  Smoke was a could casting a shadow over the city.

Ceris was running as fast as he could.  He knew soldiers were chasing him, but they would never catch up.  Ceris kept running, he was out of earshot of the chasers.  The moon was his light, as he ran, hoping to find a haven for himself.  All he wanted was a place to live in peace.  So he kept running.

But no amount of running would keep him away from the storm to come...

[[Yes, I'm writing more, just small amounts at a time.  I don't want to make a huge crappy intro.]]