Papa can I kill you

Chapter 19

I woke up to a regular morning of snow. 'You know, I rather have this than that damn storm.' I refuse to talk about that day, no words shall be said, and guess what happened after that. There was so much snow piled up it took another day just to get it all melted or thrown over to the artic or somewhere aside from here! 'It was not fun, the longest staring contest ever and the awkwardest atmosphere I was stuck in.' After that, I was chewed out by Hilana for the next 2 hours. Simply put she was absolutely pissed off at me but I had a good reason to do what I did. I mean would you stay in a room all alone where potential death can attack you right from a freaking window. Anyway, aside from that the snow's been pretty average, so that's one good thing at least.

I'm being carried back to my room after my meal, which was honestly delicious, also my father went back to normal since that day. Apparently, his attitude shift just further supports my theory of him being bipolar.

Hilana placed me on the bed. "Princess next month will be the Reha festival. It will also be your very first big festival since coming into this world." Hilana showed me a colorful picture book with the title saying Reha(1). "The Reha festival is to celebrate the arrival of the deceased." My nanny said sitting back down next to my side. The book showed a picture of Shyvma with pale skin, white layered hair, blue crystal eyes, and commanding the snow. "If you remember Shyvma the god of snow, he also wanted to give some symbols of peace for the deceased and the living. A type of comfort for those who still cling on, or for those who still want to be remembered even after death. This festival all started when Shyvma headed to the dymir and bargained for the deceased to roam with the living. Since the dymir is a place for the dead to enter, souls, leaving meant a great disaster for both the living and the dead. To compensate for that type of loss Shyvma traded a part of himself, letting the deceased roam with the living for a short three days." Hilana said. 'It's not worth it. Everything dies. To do this pointless thing is just... not worth all the effort.' What was the point if we're all going to die? Death is one step to an endless nowhere and that thought causes enough people to become insane as their time is ticking away each second, every second we don't get younger, and once we die, what's it going to be like? That edging fear is something that frightens many and myself included but I'm a bit of a different circumstance. I fear and desire death at the same time, it's complicated so I'll explain next time.

"To celebrate the deceased the Reha festival was created, there would be multiple big bonfires and everyone would sing and dance. Food would be cooked and set out on tables that stretch miles long. Lanterns made with the name of the deceased would be hungover roofs like beautiful stars." Just as Hilana described it, the picture book showed it as well, beautiful different colored lights and people dancing around bonfires with heavy winter coats. "The festival lasts for three days. The first day is ruyim(2), the spirits would rise from the dymir; guided into this world by Shyvma. Lanterns will be lit during the night so the spirits would know where to go and wouldn't be lost." The picture showed Shyvma leading a line of spirits from the stairs of the underworld to the door. "The second day is ruksha(3). The spirits' shackles would be released and they are free to roam with the living. During this day everyone will make masks to blend in with the spirits and prepare food of offering." The picture showed people making masks and food with happy faces. "The very last day is ryimo(4), bonfires will be lit and music will fill the air. Everyone will be dancing, singing, and having a good time. This usually lasts all the way till sunrise." The picture showed everyone dancing with spirits with bonfires and tables of food and then Shyvma leading them back into the snowstorm.

'Wow...I don't know what to say. The god of death actually allowed it. Must be more lenient than I thought.' This festival also reminds me of the Jesa or the Obon except it's set in winter. There's a ton of cross-references I just noticed. Like somehow it's not the same but at the same time you can't say it's different.' I pointed at the snow god and smiled. "You like him, princess. Personally, Shyvma is not my favorite god amongst all of the other gods and goddesses but I must admit he is quite mysterious in a certain way." I couldn't go against that but I feel like you should add temper mental as well. 'Shyvma sure has some problems during the new year.' I thought remembering back to that day and a shudder ran through me as I can still hear the faint sound of that wretched bang.