Chapter 29

Ah. Holidays. Apparently one of the biggest ones happened right smack dab in the middle of summer, which, to my great dismay, happened to last a whole month longer than the summer on my earth. Apparently, all the seasons lasted an extra month, which meant years here were four months longer. That screwed up my whole mental calendar, so I chose not to think about it.

The midsummer holidays, as I came to learn, was like some version of Christmas. There was a legend that the great hero of the people would one day be born in the height of summer, and would come to save the people from the burning of the world. It was sort of a prophecy/symbolic thing that the holiday was celebrated when Summer was heading into the 'ending' half, as though the day itself was a mark that the world wouldn't be left to bake in the sun.

A big festival was held then and everyone exchanged gifts as representation of the gift god would give via the hero.