Sky Maiden: Savior of Exahelm

Chapter 12: Day of the Festival!

The sun rises up high as the morning air breezes in. Several townsfolk leave their homes as decorations are set up, shops open up and people start to mingle.

Today was the day where Exahelm's God, Izanagi, would be brought back from the brink of death. So in celebration a festival began. Flower streamers were set up between houses and on statues. Performers sang and danced.

"I'm so happy things will go back to normal soon!" A young woman exclaimed.

"Indeed, we've seen too many grievances where I just can't bear it any longer." A young man replied.

"You mean like that red haired weirdo and his blue haired friend?" A child mentioned.

"Of course! Wait until Izanagi comes back where they'll be put in place!" The man laughed.

Down in an alleyway stalked the old angel, Henry. Who was gripping the wall in anger.

"Those young'uns will never understand! Throwing a party for a tyrant. Ha!"

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Back in the castle, Stark was in the meeting room writing down on a piece of paper. He then heard a knock.

"Come in." He said. The one who entered was Hahlos, looking very sleep deprived. Stark looked up at him and smirked "My my someone's been busy."

"...There's been a lot of busy work and hassle. Especially last night." Hahlos held his forehead as he gained a headache. He walked over and sat on the opposite side of the table.

"You're looking quite stressed there." Stark said.

"The Sky Maiden has been locked in her room." Hahlos sighed. "A lot happened last night which made things so much more difficult."

"Oh, that's too bad." Stark chuckled. "Well perhaps you shouldn't have been so soft on those intruders." he criticized, going back on jotting on the paper.

Hahlos' eyes then met with Stark's. Stark looks up and notices Hahlos' serious expression.

"How did you know about that?" Hahlos interrogated. Stark glared at Hahlos for a moment and decided to ignore his question, going back to writing. Hahlos got out of his chair and approached Stark. He slammed his hand on the table near Stark, he did not flinch however. "What exactly did you do last night?"

Stark stopped writing for a moment and closed his eyes. He set his pen down for a moment and then quickly turned his head towards Hahlos. "Why not ask Izanagi?" He smirked. He and Hahlos stared at each other for a moment before Hahlos sighed and walked off. He opened the door and stopped to say one last thing to Stark.

"I'm going to get things started. I leave the responsibility of the castle to you." He then leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

"It's about time I get some alone time." Stark thought out loud.

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Back in town, Arya was currently at the bar chatting with the locals. She was smoking her cigar pipe as well however the people inside didn't seem to mind.

"So miss Arya, how's things going back at the castle." The bartender asked, currently shining a glass.

"Stressful." Arya puffed out a smoke. "Honestly, I needed to get out of that place right now."

"Oh? Is everything going alright in there?"

"Things are going as smooth as things can be." Arya rolled her eyes. "Although I wish the others wouldn't be so bothersome." She gives out a deep sigh.