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SPRINGTIME FESTIVALS

May was the time of year that everyone in Multi would be anticipating the Annual Baulterdon Festival. Baulterdon was the name of the ancient city when it was controlled by the Verilaryan Demolrights for hundreds of thousands of years before The Great War.
The Baulterdon Festival commemorates how the Multimen would take on the Baulterdonion's along with two of their allies and were able to push all them out of their cities and conquered the city within only one lunar cycle.
Ever since I can remember my family would tell tales about the great defeat and how our ancestors called upon the Gods to gift them with magical weapons and bestowed an special ability on each of them. As a child, I listened to all the stories with fascination, daydreaming how one day I could become Protector of The Great City like my father.
As I grew older, I began to resent my father and I no longer wanted to listen to his lectures about magic and other fairy tales. It made me angry. Why did he believe these things so much when he himself does not seem to have the power of which he claims. "How come I never see you use magic daddy?" I asked.
"Well, I can't just use magic all the time son," He chuckled.
"Well, can't you show me just once?" I asked. "I've listened to the stories every year without a single piece of evidence to prove that it is true. And you expect me just to believe? Just to blindly believe that you were appointed the Protector of the Great City by some Gods who will never show themselves? What are they cowards or something? Why can't they show themselves to me? Why can't you show your abilities to me, your only son? Aren't I to one day become the Protector?"
My father took a big sip of his bourbon then wiped his lips with a handkerchief. "When I was your age, I had a lot more patience, and my abilities were revealed to me within time." He looked at me and squinted and I only stared at him.
"I don't believe a word you say."
My father stood up and walked over to the bookshelf. On the middle on the bookshelf sat a big read leather book covered in dust. He picked it up and blew the dust off of the top. He handed it to me and walked toward the door. "Don't be late for school."
The book sat on my lap and it was heavy. I struggled to stand up with it and keep my balance and I feared I would drop the book onto my feet while I walked with it to my bedroom and placed it by my window. I grabbed my textbooks and my gym clothes and shoved them into my backpack and swung it onto my shoulders.
"Philip," I heard a voice call as a exited out through the back door across the stone pathway of our garden. I looked around and nobody was there. Weird. I continued along the past and out the gate. As I entered the forest I heard a bush rustle and out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a curly red haired girl. My lifelong neighbor, Maggie.
"Hey, Maggie," I said, relieved. I brushed my choppy brown bangs out of my eyes and smiled at my friend. "You scared me a bit."
"I don't know about that," she blushed, "You seem to me to be quite fearless, Phil. Like the King.
"He's not a King," I objected, "He's a filthy con man!"
"Oh, come on Phil," she put her hand on my shoulder. "He's the most respected and trusted man in the land father than the common man can travel. And he's a modest man. How will you name him a con man when he never takes more than his fair share."
"He lies."
"Of this you are sure? You have evidence?"
"I have not evidence of his honesty."
"And you have not evidence that he has lied?"
"I have not any evidence that he has lied, but if he speaks the truth, why have I not evidence of his ability? He has not even spoken about my future. Am I just unworthy?"
"Perhaps, you are. What have you done to prove yourself to him?"
I looked down at my feet. "Well, you may have a point. So... What should I do?"
Maggie grabbed my arm and pulled me along. "Keep walking, or we'll be late. Again. Try not being so tardy all of the time, why don't you?"
"You're worse than a nanny at times," I told her.
Maggie rolled her eyes at me. "Whatever. I'll see you after school. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
TO BE CONTINUED...