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Chaptor 1 Summers End

                                                                                     

                                                             Summer's end

The Sun seemed more malice than usual today. Kids, roleplaying adventure; didn't seem to mind it as much. "Man I need a sun-hat" a young man says out to myself. Gales of gentle Winds blew in from the west, shaking small lavender petals off a town’s rose purple trees.

Other children raced for the petals coming off the trees as if they were gunning it for a snacks an ice cream merchant. Speaking of merchants, there were many of them: stationed along the main roads giving out ice creams and star-candies to vast communities. Today is this young man's Birthday but that wasn't the reason for the merchants.

Today is Celestia day. Celestia day is a grand kingdom-wide celebration that consist of free concerts and attractions all throughout the kingdom; which also happens to be named Celestia. There are many great kingdoms throughout the world; each separated by unique terrain. On the world map, the kingdom of Celestia is known as the land of lavender winds and noble upbringings.

"ouch! Oh come on now!" The young man said out to himself gently grabbing onto his right shoulder in pain. "That damn Jun" He said to myself. "I'll have to beat you for sure the next time I see you, you silent little snake." The young man said to myself silently. He paused and looked up towards the ever changing cotton blue shaded bright sky. He thought to himself while holding his arm. Silence cascaded by cheers an songs down below echo through his ears an clear his mind. He smiles holding back tears.

The young man along with many other citizens of Celestia, had been waiting for this day to come all year. He could not say he was happy nor sad. A great man of Celestia had died months prior to the Present time. This man's name was, the great commander Koogal, a legendary warlord lord an the overlord of Celestia. News of his death tragically shook the kingdom and even up till now; no one seemed to understand why and how it all had happened. Koogal was special to this young man. Flash backs of a distant past run through his mind. An inspiration to many in the kingdom of Celestia, Koogal the Overlord, along with his band of war generals had passed away overseas.

He shook off the memory and started to enjoy his time on his musical float he was riding on; parading towards the town hall. Getting up, he found wonders of pleasure an joy watching the people's bodies move to the rhythms that he played for them. "I could do this all day!!" He said to himself with a slightly sinister smile.

Noises from behind him catch his attention. He turned his head to look behind him and what he saw couldn't have filled him more excitement and responsibility.

The rest of the parade attractions tailed him like a fleet of warships marching towards battle. The young man got a serious feeling seeing the sight of it all. The roaring crowds started to chant "lighting man, lighting man!" From behind him, he pulled out a long black armored barrel almost twice the size of himself. He turned it on and from its underbelly; it shot out immense quantities of bright light that flew high into the lavender shaded blue hazel sky.

They scattered throughout the sky in the form of lightning bolts. Our young man was the was the lightning man. During the star-run celebration, the lighting man's job is to lead the parade into the town hall and hold the light torch. Star-run is the biggest event during Celestia day. The star-run typically occurs at night once a year on this very day that happened to land on this young man's birthday. During the star-run, everyone in Celestia looks up at the night sky where millions if not billions of stars gracefully fly past their world like rain after a hot day.

The stars or at least that's what they think they are, fly in the great beyond; inked in all the colors you could think of or even imagine. “Soon our night sky going to be animated in a moving pastel; a moving artwork made by the universe in the great beyond for everything to behold. It’s always something isn't.” He said gracefully to himself. “Oh! Looks like I made it to the town hall without having my float break down on me. I can even see the generals. Alright alright than! Let’s Jam!” He shouted.

The kingdom generals were enjoying the young man's theatrics. There were seven of them in total and were all dancing with mugs of flints mocha beer; the best beer in the kingdom. He recognized them as they were all as per usual, drunk. Looking further down, he could see the champion showed up as well.

A champion is the leader of a kingdom. Champion's appointed kingdom generals, fleet commanders, tier ranked warriors and town scouts. The champion rose his left hand carrying his sword; sheathed in jewels towards the sky. Behind him was a nine foot picture of deceased general commander Koogal: Conqueror of the south sea. As the champion rose his sword, the thousands upon thousands of people at the town hall became silent to hear the champion.

The young man felt a heavy feeling go through him. His chest became condense an his eyes could not hold back the tears that found their out. "To the man who taught us to remember, family and friendship span across waters and time. If he and men were here now, I’m sure they'd be here also parading our town. Shouting an losing their voices after two songs. Celestia! Never forget those that protect an fight for you. In your honor. To our Biggest friend, Our hero, my brother. To Koogal." shouted the Champion. "To Koogal!" Our young man emotionally shouted.

The towns people young and old, both cried an cheered raising their drinks up high. The champion must have picked Celestia day to be Koogal's Remembrance Day. With his right hand, he was unsurprisingly drinking our young man's favorite drink; Scotch Rosengold, the finest watermelon drink in all the known kingdoms. Our young man had some scotch Rosengold saved up in a large mug he was holding three triple sized ice cubes to keep it cool.

He had been leading the parade since morning and it was only now nearing the end of afternoon.

He picked up his mug of scotch Rosengold and looked over to a picture he had sticking to one of the walls of his float. "Not too bad king scout...not too bad at all." He says to himself. In the picture was a young boy surrounded by his friends an commander Koogal with his war generals, five nine to five eleven in height.

Dark skinned with many accumulated whitened freckles. His ancestors must have come from the fourth kingdom known on the world map as Realm; the kingdom of strong hearts and ancient beginnings. He wore black troop cargo pants and a black Nolan's jacket. In the captions of the picture, it read "town scout (number) thirteen thirty-seven. (Age) twenty-two. (Name) Dragon, N. Otsuki.