The evening of the bonfire festival arrived. Leah and her mother bustling with preparations, had left to the festival a little early. Leah's father, who stayed home behind, now clad in a dark green tunic with intricate silver embroidery, called out, "Sath, ready to go?"
Sath stepped out of the guest room, dressed in the traditional Shadow Village attire Leah's mother had given him. Slowly they made their way to the bonfire.
When they reached the bonfire area, Sath was struck by the sight before him. The massive bonfire at its center crackling and sending sparks into the night sky. Villagers were gathered around, their traditional clothes a kaleidoscope of color. Music filled the air, the rhythmic beat of drums mingling with the soft hum of flutes. Some of the women and men had already st
