The sun fell from the sky that day, Changed many lives, in disarray. Some people lived, and some people died, But it continued, the cycle of life.

THE SUN FELL FROM THE SKY AN ATTACK FROM THE NEBU

In an average house made of clay and bricks, a mother cooked food for her family in the kitchen. She prepared soup for her husband, who worked as a sailor. He was due to come home to eat before returning to work again. Her two-year-old baby girl was strapped to her back with a piece of cloth, sleeping peacefully. The mother, named Elise, had red hair, while her baby girl had black hair.

"Mother," said her 10-year-old son as he sat at the dining table, "when is Father coming home? I want to eat some food. I'm hungry." He sat with his two hands holding his face, adorable in his impatience to see his father.

"He will come soon. Don't worry," replied the mother.

Then, the father walked into the house, announcing his arrival with joy, "Kids, I'm home!" He brought a bag of apples, eager to cheer up his children.

Placing the bag of apples on the table, he said to his son, "Here, take one."

"Elise, how are you?" he asked his wife.

"I'm great. The food is almost ready. Sit down; I'll bring it in a few minutes," she responded.

Sitting down at the table, the father called for his son to come and join the meal. The mother brought the food in a pot, and they all sat down on the chairs. The baby girl was placed in her bed before they began to pray. They raised their hands in a position of prayer and said, "Oh Lord, the Greatest, the King of this world, please forgive us for the sins we commit and grant us your paradise, oh Lord..."

Before they could finish their prayer, a ball of fire, as if it were a part of the sun itself, crashed onto their house, crushing them to death. The walls of the home were destroyed, and the soup the mother had made spilled all over the floor. The hands of the 10-year-old boy were the only visible thing crushed under the rubble, while the entire family was fully submerged under the burning sun, which landed with the color of a rock grey as if it was a burning fireball.

Running through the streets, the group had no chance to take a breath. "We have to reach the palace quickly and get ready for what's about to happen," Khonsu urged, his voice urgent.

As they turned around, they saw a house crushed by one of the fireballs they had witnessed. Jack, who ran past it, saw the hand of the boy crushed under the rubble in a split second. His eyes widened, his facial expressions grim, and tears nearly formed in his eyes. Without knowing a single bit of information, he could imagine what had happened—the soup fallen on the ground and the apples scattered over the floor. Jack's eyes nearly filled with tears, but he didn't stop running towards the palace.

Ramon, filled with concern, asked, "Who do you think could have done this?"

Memnon replied, "Who else could it be but the Royal Nebu?"

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With anger in Jack's eyes, he made a vow that everyone in the group could feel. With a face of determination, he declared, "I will defeat the Nebu."

Alfonse, filled with worry, muttered to himself, "He's serious."

Finally arriving at the palace, they saw chaos unfolding. Soldiers in their armour were preparing for conflict, swords held high and horses ready to embark in herds like sheep. Amidst the chaos, cannons were being fired by both sides.

Running into the armoury room where all the swords were kept, the group began to wear their armour. Ramon wore a black armour with silver shielding around his chest, while Kamil donned a grey armour with red sheeting near his underarms and legs. He tied his hair back in a ponytail.

A soldier rushed in, shouting, "Kamil, we need you! It's an order. We need to protect us from the fireballs."

"This is not looking good for us," said Memnon. "These guys are going at it fully."

"Okay, I'm ready," replied Kamil.

Jack wore a simple silver-plated armour and took a sword, while Kasib took a spear. Alfonse wielded no weapons as he was not affiliated with the army as a soldier, but instead as a tactician.

Khonsu and Memnon wore thick silver armours suited for the Royal Guards. Both wielded swords made with the highest quality materials, while Jack, Kasib, and Ramon were using regular swords.

"Let's head out," said Memnon, his face etched with concern for Thebes.

The group left the armoury room and mounted their horses. Ramon and Jack reunited with Kailo, the black horse whose eyes didn't align, giving him a comical appearance. But today, even Kailo seemed different, serious, and ready. The group rushed with their horses to the entrance of the palace, where they saw soldiers rushing out in hordes.

"Hey, Armine!" shouted Memnon, trying to get the attention of a passing soldier. Armine turned, and Memnon continued, "Where is the commander and general?"

Armine shouted back, "They are at the front line of the battlefield south!"

With a face of anger, sitting behind Ramon, Jack called out, "Today, I will do my best. Let's find these bastards and end it here for once."

Shocked by Jack's words, as he was not the type to choose conflict, the group felt something stirring inside them—a feeling of courage rising to fight. "Soldiers, move forward!" shouted Memnon as the group exited the gates of the palace.

Riding in the distance, it was a first for Jack Sterling—a first time he was in a conflict in which he was ready to kill. Jack had never taken a life consciously. His consciousness was his biggest weakness.

In Khonsu's mind, only one sentence spun: "I hope he makes it in time. Without him, winning this conflict will be difficult." The man Khonsu was referring to, was a man of great power, a man Jack had not yet met.

As they soared through the streets of Thebes, the small balls of fire did not stop attacking from the sky. But this time, Thebes was prepared.

"Shield!" shouted Kamil as the balls of fire hit his invisible shield. Another followed, and he shouted again, "Shield!" The balls hit and crumbled under their own weight.

!

Of course, the Royal Nebu weren't idiots. They stopped using the balls of fire and instead chose to use arrows, something which was Kamil's weakness.

Hundreds of arrows appeared in the sky from the south. Kamil, overwhelmed and tired, tried to stop them using his shield, but he was too weak. His power was not strong enough to cover a larger area.

"Shhh..." The arrow pierced a woman who was running to her father. She froze mid-way as she felt the pain, clearly visible in her open, shocked eyes, the arrow piercing through her entire stomach.

Then another arrow struck, this time an old man who was trying to find shelter. He was too slow to run for cover; the arrow pierced his head, going through his brain, leaving small fragments of his brain matter to splatter all over the street, staining the brown walls of the brick house behind him.

Slowly, in the crowds of people, the arrows struck again and again and again.

Kamil, who could hear the cries of the people, widened his eyes in shock. His power was completely useless against the arrows of the Nebu.

Breathing heavily, he held his head, screaming, "NO! This can't be! How? What am I supposed to do?" Khonsu shook Kamil and shouted, "Kamil, snap out of it! This is obviously their plan to stop the Chronotex users by mentally torturing us! Kamil, snap out of it!"

Jack, behind Ramon, shouted, "Kamil, snap out of it! It's our turn. We will take back revenge!"

"Jack, you don't understand. The people I will be fighting are my own people. Who do I save? Who do I kill? The people of Thebes or the people of Saharan?" Kamil's voice was filled with anguish.

Annoyed by Kamil's mental breakdown, Khonsu shouted, "Kamil, snap out of it!" He sent an electric shock using his electricity to jolt Kamil back to his senses.

Alfonse, who was at the back, asked Khonsu, "Khonsu, did you do as I told you yesterday?"

Khonsu replied, "Yes, of course I did."

"What are you guys on about?" asked Jack.

To which Alfonse replied, with a smirk on his face, "A thing which will end this war in our Favor. Thanks to you, Jack, these Royal Nebu rascals will see our greatest advantage—the advantage of technology. We will win."

Alfonse, on his horse from the back, lifted his left hand, pointing his finger at Jack.