The festivities were more colorful than ever.
The entire Suniva was abuzz with celebratory spirit, decorating their houses with the two angel wings as a sign of good luck.
This sudden tradition had started after Xion's 'Saint-form', as people liked to call it.
Since then, on every anniversary, they would hold the grandest party of the year in honor of Saint Xion and the goddess who protected them from evil.
Governor Oswin Suniva would personally come and donate to the poor in the name of Saint Xion.
Lanterns glowed overhead in bright, colored hues, reflecting in the blue eyes of Aurilius, who had grown a lot taller in the last five years.
Most of the credit went to his grandmother and His Grace Xion, who would always feed him with new dishes.
Graceful, gentle, and with silver hair framing his pretty face, the sixteen-year-old Aurilius was the very picture of what others like to call a winter fairy.
Though he didn't like that title, as it was given to him by the Prince Noxian.
