The Festival

As the talk ended here, the two found themselves in front of the village. The village was so simple, compared to the vast and luxurious palace.

And yet in her eyes, these simple cottages people here called homes she saw more prosperity and peace, more charm and happiness, more life and less death.

She felt for the first time how living simple wasn't bad, wasn't bad at all. And for the first time in her life she felt this secure and carefree.

Free to do whatever she wanted without anyone watching her back or threatening her life on the corner.

"See?" Oliver pointed towards the irregular muddy paths people here used to call streets, "the streets are going to shine at night in celebration for the festival."

"Festival?" she paused before her mind worked and provided her with an explanation, "oh, you mean the hunting festival, right?"