Ramsey
When Seth and I arrived at the festival grounds, our breaths were heavy, and our muscles were taut with anticipation. The path leading here had been eerily quiet, except for the distant hum of the festivals.
Overhead, the harvest moon hung low. It was half now…, but very soon, it would be full. The festival was in full swing now. Laughs echoed through the night sky as families gathered around the towering bonfire at the centre of the grounds. Children ran in circles, their shrieks of joy piercing the air, and couples danced to the rhythm of the soft tune playing in the background.
No one was running away from being attacked, neither were they shouting like they had been a few minutes ago. If anything, the noise I had heard was from a group of preteens playing in a corner.
Everything was fine.