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The kingdom of Sol was a beautiful place, and most said that its architecture was modelled after the sun. It was obvious, really; Sol’s structures, from the lower district to the noble sector, all had the emblem of the sun somewhere, be it on the roof or as a manhole cover. The peach-colored cobblestones shone elegantly, giving the streets a dreamy color when sunlight struck the stones, and the light pastel colors worked in wonders with the lemony facades all other houses had. However, war had struck this city of paradise, and now there was ruin festering on the breached side of the city.

The lower district was the first to fall- the dragons have attacked it with so much force and intensity that the outer wall had caved, and now the creatures were marching in as they pleased. The vanguard was trying their best to hold them off, but…

“Team C-3, to the left, occupy Seventh Ray Street!” Somebody screeched and a troop of guards ran towards that avenue, their metal armor clanking loudly and blending in with the screams of the other soldiers from Team C-2 who had encountered a fire-breathing dragon.

“This could be worse,” A tall, lanky soldier cheerfully exclaimed as he patted down the flames coursing down a female soldier’s back. Thankfully they had doused their clothes with water, so none of them were burnt too badly. The dragon was still snapping at the other members of their team, though, so they had to go back to the fight to help their comrades. “Oh shut up, Mons. What’s worse that this!?” The girl screeched, pushed the dude away, then charged at the beast with her sword drawn. “For Sol!”

“Well, it could be an acid-spitting dragon! I heard they have lots of those!” The soldier named Mons called after his teammate before rushing in to help.

“Can you just shut up and help your companions!?” Songbird hollered and threw a piece of dirty gauze at the retreating soldier before turning his attention back to the wounded fighter he was treating. The other guides were helping much as they could, but frankly the three of them (Serenade, Dissonance and him, of course) weren’t good in war stuff, so they were basically just flying around helping in minor stuff. Songbird wished he could do more.

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[b]Meanwhile, waiting by the city gates…[/b]

[url=http://i61.tinypic.com/w4pbo.jpg]Avian Rider[/url] was assigned along with the famed bounty hunter [url=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HHaBUS747qQ/Ta6IQrZMCbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UL2DHbRkvmQ/s1600/Red-hair-xD-anime-girls-15984665-420-599.jpg]Victoria Sieghart[/url] to wait for the humans, and though he was a tolerant man, the current flow of events was wearing his long thread of patience thin. “Where are they?” He asked silently, his calm violet eyes scanning the horizon for a sign of an approaching cat bus. He was tall and had a sinewy build, and there were several blades strapped to his back. If one had to guess, his weapon of choice were the double daggers, although there was something special about the sets he was carrying. 

“… I don’t know and I don’t care. They won’t help much anyway; hauling them along is a waste of time. Here we are, two of the best fighters in the kingdom, loitering for a bunch of crying babies who’ll run crying to Delirium at their first bruise,” The fiery-haired lady replied dryly, her smoky gray eyes narrowing in disdain for Her Highness Delirium’s lack of concern for the chaos which has befallen Sol. Like her companion, she had a wiry body and had obviously been through her fair share of battles. She was wearing a belt with leather pouches angling by the side and a deadly-looking whip hung from her slim hips. 

Avian smiled at her then gazed back at the distance. “Calm down, Vicky. Once we’re done with them we can fight on the front lines again,” He commented cheerfully before taking notice of a flock of birds rising up from the border forest. “That’s odd, betelgeese don’t migrate until next season. I wonder why they’re flying away?” He muttered and crossed his arms over his chest, a confused expression on his face as he mulled about the preternatural occurrence.