Just like the original plan, the military unit from the North returned to the capital. After several days of relentless travel through winding roads, cold dawns and long silent nights, they finally passed through the towering gates that marked their arrival home.
And what greeted them was not silence, nor solemn recognition of hardship but celebration.
Cheers erupted from every side of the streets while swelling into a deafening roar that rolled like thunder between the stone buildings. Flower petals filled the air, tossed by eager hands from balconies and crowded walkways.
They drifted down in soft showers of color while catching the sunlight as they fell like gentle rain beneath a bright sky. The day was warm yet breezy, the wind carrying both fragrance and noise in equal measure. Banners fluttered proudly overhead with their colors rippling like waves as the procession advanced.
