The celebration began quite early; the sky hadn't even brightened yet. With its main magical light, the Borealis illuminated the ground, dispelling the loneliness of the dark night. The hubbub of people caused this city to wake up earlier than usual from its nightly dream.
When the first ceremonial cannons were fired, eagles, which were painted white to represent peace, were released (all the doves purchased from the south had frozen to death in Diffindor), and they started flying in circles above the city. The celebrations for the Day of Peace had now commenced for the entire city and were to last for one week.
As the next chapter is a continuation of the current chapter, we're releasing it along with this one. It should be released within five minutes of this getting released, so give it some time. Oh, and the next chapter is much longer, at around 4.5k words. --Pranav