Two weeks flew by quickly, everyone had prepared the capital city for the White Flower festival. The spacious and big town center, surrounded by tall trees and long square fountains around it had become a gathering place for everyone. Nobles from across South Neva came to attend the festival to honor the fallen and to celebrate their victory against demons.
Not everyone felt the past two weeks had moved quickly, some felt it was like an eternity. Some weren't ready for the day of the festival because of the fallen sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, mothers, or fathers. They didn't want to feel the grief, regrets, and the pain again, but at the same time, they were grateful for the festival. They were grateful that their loss, pain, and sadness would be remembered around the world.
