Ruanieth, (Sta: Ruania)
Cerenerian Ocean
12th May 1947
In a hurried stutter of confusion and urgency, Kensa clattered down the ochre marble staircase as fast as she could, grabbing clots of her linen dress with one hand, careful not to trip on it, and the brass accented mahogany rails with the other. Distant explosions echoed the cloister below; the sound of rubble being cleft from the walls of buildings in the surrounding town.
“As the headmaster said, the school is now closed!” she wailed to a huddle of distressed schoolchildren at the end of the passageway, “Go back to your families while you can!”
They looked up at their deputy headmistress briefly before scattering down a different staircase out of sight, some children clutching their study books and others abandoning them where they were. They were as confused as she was, their entire world was falling around them. Overhead, the thunderous crackles of a fighter aircraft soared, and before Kensa realised she was dazedly scrambling from the floor. The explosion was so close and so strident that it rattled her bones. She wiped off a film of granite dust that had settled on her face and continued past the cloister, down the next flight of stairs and out of the main, arched door into the road.
No longer being behind granite walls amplified the already loud explosions fivefold. Noises and visuals overwhelmed her. With the sun tearing out her delicate, unadjusted corneas, she covered her eyes with her feathered fingers to give them time to adjust. Turning on the spot, she looked down the street to get the wider picture; several armoured transport vehicles whizzed past her down the road. One jerked to a stop nearby and nearly a dozen troopers scurried from its rear. Wielding rifles and machine guns, they quickly secured a perimeter. Within seconds their presence dominated the street, they were like busy ants who knew precisely what their duties were to the greater colony. A bomb went off somewhere in the distance behind her, and she turned around to take in the view of the harbour. The school was perched in the higher end of the town, on a flat at the top of a hill which if you followed its winding roads would descend to the fish market and later the docks. In deeper waters, two frigates and a destroyer lay, firing at unseen parts of the town. She couldn’t quite see over the brow of the buildings in front of her to give her a view of the docks themselves, though it wasn’t hard to guess what was down there. She felt a grip on her arm and jerked around in freight.
“Ma’am, all civilians are to evacuate to the military checkpoint at the cathedral.” the soldier ordered.
“What is going on?”
“Gwithyasmor Trockyer, ma’am, there’s been a rebellion in Carnyorgh, the-” before the man could finish, the corner of a building within eyeshot was obliterated by cannons from the destroyer, flinging granite chunks across the street. The soldier tapped hard on her shoulder. “Go!”
Pivoting towards the armoured vehicle, Kensa was half jogging, half running in the direction of the cathedral. She passed several distressed people who seemed to be running off in various directions of the town, though she wasn’t the only one now headed for the cathedral. The other soldiers from the truck had seemingly rounded up more people than she could count from nearby buildings. So now she and two dozen or more strangers had amalgamated into a cluster of bumbling desperates, all striving to seek shelter from the bombardment.
She had no way of contacting her husband Fragan. He worked over two miles away on the other side of the cathedral. Since he was closer, she just prayed he had made a trip home before he was commanded to evacuate. She tried her best to shelve her anxiety of second guessing her husband, for if he didn’t go home now there may not be a second opportunity to collect their egg which had been incubating for the past four months.
Two low-flying fighter planes that were engaged in a dogfight raced high overhead, their engines heard from miles around. As Kensa looked up, the first tirade of bullets missed its prey, but the second round riddled the engine and the bird went down in fiery hue. Not only was the war from somewhere out of the blue, Kensa paired it with what that soldier said to conclude that this was not a threat from abroad; this was the enemy within.