Twelve people, step by step, ascended the platform specially constructed for this grand event under the watchful eyes of all present.
The twelve, clad in splendid robes, bore no resemblance to their disheveled appearance on the streets a few days earlier.
They were now heroes respected by countless people, soon to become noble members of the Holy Light Bloodline.
Honor had each of them puffing out their chests.
The twelve approached Lide and bowed deeply, hands on chest.
Lide smiled in satisfaction.
"Your bravery has given me a sense of unparalleled resilience.
My people, to commemorate this magnificent day, I have decided to establish this date as the Dawn Festival."
"From now on, the first final day of Frost Month each year will witness a grand memorial ceremony in Dawn City."
"The Dawn Festival is established for the residents of Dawn City, in honor of heroes who have emerged from amongst our own."