The sky was a brilliant sunset of pink and blue as we watched the last of the day's light fade over the city, the last rays illuminating the smoky haze that hung over it. My companions and I were of a minor guard, who had given an oath to protect the city, her people, and our Emperor. But as the sun set that day, we could feel in our hearts that we would soon fail in those three sworn duties.
The city had divided its self this last morning, forming the two factions that now fought in our city's long cobbled streets. Fires consumed whole blocks, but the people in a frenzy had not stopped to try to extinguish the waves that slowly ate their homes along with those of their neighbors.
We were raised up, protected from the hellish madness by the walls of the Emperor's palace, but by noon that day a force had begun to break through the twin gates. It was too late to try to evacuate anyone from the royal household, the yellow walls we stood upon now had so far kept the mobs out, b