MasterJuann
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Words From Fate...
All that anyone would be able to see when standing in the capital of Butelahn would be celebration.
Starting from the castle, bright colors and decorations hung from every window and wall one could set their eyes on. The adornments dipped inside, as well, where gold and silver shone throughout every hallway. It all lead to the castle's large ball room, where the open invitation gala was currently taking place, being held every day of the week by Butelahn's crown. Security was no concern, with guards placed firmly in all directions that weren't the entrance or exit. Guests from all different kinds of backgrounds were being lead by live orchestral music, slow, smooth, but loud—the noise even dipped into the garden, complimenting the prim and proper trimmings quite nicely.
Despite the elegance of the Gala, there were crowds of people coming in and out of castle grounds full of cheer, excitement, and most of all, volume. It spread to even the furthest ends of the capital, busy and bustling more than ever. There were performers everywhere, the market was full, and anywhere you looked you could find at least one person dancing to some music—or puking from alcohol.
It was early evening of the 6th day in the Week of Unity; tomorrow would be the last celebration, and like most years, the first and last couple days were always the most chaotic. People were prepared to both start out strong and go out with a bang, especially the commoners—boy, do they know how to party after a long year of nonstop, grueling work.
Still, although the celebration was a positive one for many, there were those without such elation. There were those who planned on doing the exact opposite of rave in appreciation of peace and life, and in secrecy, beneath the noses of many tourists staying in the capital.
Many were be excited for what was to come—the question is, what exactly are they excited for?
Starting from the castle, bright colors and decorations hung from every window and wall one could set their eyes on. The adornments dipped inside, as well, where gold and silver shone throughout every hallway. It all lead to the castle's large ball room, where the open invitation gala was currently taking place, being held every day of the week by Butelahn's crown. Security was no concern, with guards placed firmly in all directions that weren't the entrance or exit. Guests from all different kinds of backgrounds were being lead by live orchestral music, slow, smooth, but loud—the noise even dipped into the garden, complimenting the prim and proper trimmings quite nicely.
Despite the elegance of the Gala, there were crowds of people coming in and out of castle grounds full of cheer, excitement, and most of all, volume. It spread to even the furthest ends of the capital, busy and bustling more than ever. There were performers everywhere, the market was full, and anywhere you looked you could find at least one person dancing to some music—or puking from alcohol.
It was early evening of the 6th day in the Week of Unity; tomorrow would be the last celebration, and like most years, the first and last couple days were always the most chaotic. People were prepared to both start out strong and go out with a bang, especially the commoners—boy, do they know how to party after a long year of nonstop, grueling work.
Still, although the celebration was a positive one for many, there were those without such elation. There were those who planned on doing the exact opposite of rave in appreciation of peace and life, and in secrecy, beneath the noses of many tourists staying in the capital.
Many were be excited for what was to come—the question is, what exactly are they excited for?
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All that anyone would be able to see when standing in the capital of Butelahn would be celebration.
Starting from the castle, bright colors and decorations hung from every window and wall one could set their eyes on. The adornments dipped inside, as well, where gold and silver shone throughout every hallway. It all lead to the castle's large ball room, where the open invitation gala was currently taking place, being held every day of the week by Butelahn's crown. Security was no concern, with guards placed firmly in all directions that weren't the entrance or exit. Guests from all different kinds of backgrounds were being lead by live orchestral music, slow, smooth, but loud—the noise even dipped into the garden, complimenting the prim and proper trimmings quite nicely.
Despite the elegance of the Gala, there were crowds of people coming in and out of castle grounds full of cheer, excitement, and most of all, volume. It spread to even the furthest ends of the capital, busy and bustling more than ever. There were performers everywhere, the market was full, and anywhere you looked you could find at least one person dancing to some music—or puking from alcohol.
It was early evening of the 6th day in the Week of Unity; tomorrow would be the last celebration, and like most years, the first and last couple days were always the most chaotic. People were prepared to both start out strong and go out with a bang, especially the commoners—boy, do they know how to party after a long year of nonstop, grueling work.
Still, although the celebration was a positive one for many, there were those without such elation. There were those who planned on doing the exact opposite of rave in appreciation of peace and life, and in secrecy, beneath the noses of many tourists staying in the capital.
Many were be excited for what was to come—the question is, what exactly are they excited for?
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