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Light winds breezed through the meadows, and trees brushed their leaves against each other. The day's weather was somewhat chilly, but started to get warmer as the sun showed itself to the valleys of Enche Lanche. The grass, golden with the spirit of Magnarta, swayed to and fro, dancing with the soft wind. A wooden wagon was traveling along the dirt path nearby the fields. The wagon was being pulled by a big, blue ox, and an old Hyma was resting on his seat with his uniform hat tilted forward enough to cover his eyes.

A mature, gentle traveler was looking through his fairly old journal, a small book filled with a half of written pages and another half of blank paper. He was reading about one of his log entries during the past season. Believing he's the only one awake inside the transport wagon, the man smiled as he read the pages within his book. Sometimes he let out a soft laugh, making sure he doesn't wake the others. Cedric Altresta certainly enjoyed his past adventures in the lovely world of Kiden.

The mage looked out of the rear opening of the wagon, clearly seeing the morning rays from the blue sky. He could see the vast grasslands glitter with gold sparkles from the sunlight. Cedric remembered this scenery being as beautiful as last time's visit. A minute later, the driver noted all the passengers of the wagon about their destination.

"Rub yer eyes and see the sunshine, fellow travelers!" he said enthusiastically. "Our next stop 'ere will be our last stop until tomorrow. Reckon the rest of y'all wouldn't mind. After all, it is Magney's special day." The old man fixed his hat and brushed his clothes roughly with his hands. "Better pack yer belongings. Shouldn't take long to git ther to Jiender, now."

Cedric knew he was talking about Saint Magnarta in the way the driver pronounced "Magney" and how excited his mood was. The festival taking place in Jiender is well known to many in the two continents, Ametty and Enche Lanche. The Inish Hymas were historically involved in the traditions of agricultural celebrations, it's no wonder all the Hymas alike, especially himself, would be in a great mood for this day. Although, Jiender isn't the only town to celebrate the joys of Saint Magnarta. All the cities, including Haubenor, the capital city, cherished the harvest day as well. What makes Jiender really special is because the land surrounding the village provided a sight full of golden beauty, including shining grass, trees dropping fragile honey-yellow leaves, and the sun making magnificent sunsets during the days of the Magnarta season. Jiender is also a farm village, making it plentiful of foods and crops ready to be harvested, and either consumed during the festival or stored in the granaries as supplies for the next year.

Noticing the trip is coming close to a stopping point, Cedric closed his journal and stuffed it inside his rucksack. The other passengers, who were asleep, seem to be waking up from their long slumbers. He can assumed everyone in the wagon was here for the festival that's about to be held in the village. It's certainly popular, especially for those who go around places in the world. As he thought about the people inside the wagon with him, he wondered about where they had come from.