Chapter 577: The Celebration
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation | Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Yarin’s POV:
The crowd was in a state of revelry. Excited and cheerful music resounded throughout the entire Silver Moon Plaza. Amidst the crowd’s cheers, the parade of festooned floats was finally about to begin!
Heller and I couldn’t wait to board our float. It was the shape of a huge bird, covered in pink feathers, and had five shiny bright yellow tail feathers behind it.
Legend has it that this bird was called the ‘Tearing Oriole’ and was the incarnation of the attendant of the Moon Goddess. Every time a werewolf baby was born, the Tearing Oriole would quietly come to the newborn’s side and bring the tears of its first cry back to the Moon Goddess in exchange for the newborn’s happiness and joy.
In ancient times, the Tearing Oriole was regarded as the patron saint of children. Even in modern times, people were still grateful and longing for this kind bird.
The float was extremely beautiful. I quietly stroked the feathers on the body of the float. The soft and cool texture was like cotton or satin.
Heller stared at the sweets in the basket as he struggled with temptation.
“One, two... Five. Oh my god, I saw five limited-flavor moon fudge at a glance. I don’t know how much willpower I must use to control myself. I have never encountered such a big temptation in the first twelve years of my life.”
“I suggest raising your head and looking at the reporters and cameras around them. If you don’t want to be the headline about Prince Heller making a fool of himself in the parade due to gluttony, look up now, my dear.”
I tugged at Heller’s clothes as he moved his eyes away from the basket full of candies.
Soon, the other children reached the stage. The children who played the role of page boys were dressed in colorful and gorgeous gowns, and their faces were filled with excitement and happiness. They were inevitably a little reserved when they first saw us, but this was not a court meeting. In less than three minutes, we got along and exchanged names.
To my surprise, not all of my companions were young werewolves. There were even a few human children. This was the first time in the world that a human who did not believe in the Moon Goddess would agree to let their children participate in a pagan festival.
The girl named Denise is the same age as me. Her parents are both businessmen. “Ever since I was nine, my parents would bring me to the Silver Moon Pack for a yearly vacation,” she said excitedly. “But this is my first time participating in the Moonlight Festival. I’ve never been an actor in a parade before. My friends will go crazy over me!”
“That’s great,” I said. “I hope you’re having fun. In addition to the parade, many activities and performances are not usually seen during the Moonlight Festival.”
“There’s also candies and stamp collecting!” Heller was committed to recommending his hobby to everyone. “Do you know the Silver Moon Pack has fifteen secret moon fudge flavors this year? They arc all limited, and they would never come by again!”
It was Denise’s first time hearing about this. Therefore, she started to discuss it with Heller.
A few minutes later, the parade officially began.
The floats moved slowly as the music rose to the next level.
The crowd cheered. People waved flowers or flags at the convoy, sang festive songs loudly to the music, and danced with their companions or strangers.
I grabbed a handful of sweets and threw them out. The sweets fell like colorful planets into the cloud-like crowd. The children who received the candy cheered and shared joy with their friends. The adults looked at the children’s smiles and smiled knowingly. Their eyes were filled with blessings and hope as they looked at the floats.
The parade moved, and the candies were thrown everywhere. With music accompaniment, people cheered and welcomed hope and blessings, shouting ‘Long live the goddess’ or ‘God save the queen’, praying devoutly for happiness in the future.
I gradually understood why the parade was so popular and why many people wanted to participate.
The glory of ancient times had long gone, but the legacy of our ancestors was still rooted and sprouted on this land.
The Moonlight Festival was like a bridge connecting the past and the future, bringing the ancient and the present together. In this era full of opportunities and changes, it was a place where people could feel at ease and point out the glimmer of light in the fog.
The parade was an ancient and lively activity, like the flowers and vines on the bridge. It was soft and fragrant, guiding the werewolves to lookback at the traces of the past, allowing those who were either impetuous or confused to find a place to relax.
At least on this day, the barrier between myth and reality was temporarily broken. I stood on the float as if I had become a servant of a goddess, conveying the divine domain to the goddess and bringing joy to the werewolves. How fascinating this feeling was! No wonder the children were scrambling to sign up as actors in the parade.
I stealthily looked around. Heller had long gone crazy. He had forgotten about the limited edition candies in the basket. He threw the candies mixed with flower petals to the crowd with a smile.
He gave blessings to the people and also received blessings from them. He was getting along well with Denise. I believed he finally made his first friend since coming to the Silver Moon pack.
I was almost completely immersed in this moment of revelry. However, I inadvertently glanced at a man with a gloomy expression in the crowd, and he caught my attention..
