It's the end of the month and new year's is just around the corner. While the rest of the world slowly goes to sleep, in the Wu clan state. The lights have not gone down. Dancing and music echo through the streets of the clan state. The smell of delicious food spreads across like tentacles from an eldritch monster.
People could be seen wearing purple, peach, or pink dresses or outfits. People were eating and enjoying each other company. This is nothing more than the party before the wedding began. It is a tradition within this human culture to have two different cerebrations for a wedding.
The first celebration is between extended family members and neighbors. These people aren't that important to the groom or bride but is considered rude to not invite them when you know them. So, these people will eat and talk with each other while never getting to really meet the bride or groom.
But as thanks for being invited to this wedding, they give their gifts to the bride's maid or groom's butler. Who in turn will give it to the bride and groom. The second celebration happens before the vows, a celebration was done with close family members and irrepleviable friends.
As the celebration continue to build up in volume, the sound of fireworks started to sound go off. The people soon became aware of what is going to happen. As they clear away from the streets. As the sound of drums and fireworks enter their ears.
It soon came to view two male figures led by two-small children. One of the figures is a tall man, around 6 feet high. With brown color skin and beautiful deep brown eyes. His hair is a bit long and black in color. Black lines can be seen on his handsome face. He is wearing a beautiful male dress made of red colors.
The other male figure is a bit less handsome that the brown skin man. With a good build body, short red hair, and fierily red eyes. These two men are nothing more than Mors and Yao Song. The two-man have not met each for more than half a year. Yao Song looks at Mors with a satisfied look, Mors looks at him as he speaks.
"Yao Song? Good to meet you I am Wu Ming"
"-Do you not remember me?"
"Um? Have we met before?" Mors tilts his head at the revelation. Song cold does not believe this. The man he is following to get stronger. The person he is trying to imitate down to the way he walks. Does not even remembers who he is. But there is nothing he can do.
He is still the in the warrior stage while Mors is in the commander stage. He could not take his rage out on him, plus today is both of their wedding days. Being rude on such a day it's a sure way to bring bad luck down on himself. So, he decides to breathe in, calming down his anger, but not his jealousy.
"We fought it The Foundation Tournament, in the first round? You beat me in a single move"
"Oh! That was you? I am so sorry for not recognizing you. Hope you aren't too mad about that. We are family now so we have to get along"
Mors said with a fake smile on his face, he really could care less about Yao Song. After all, he is married to the person his wife wants to kill, so to Mors, he is as good as dead in his book. The two grooms continue to walk, they are followed by a marching band and dancers. Flower petals rain on them as people throw it at them.
In the center of this long line of people are two beautiful women wearing bright and radiant red dresses. One of the women has long black hair and tan skin. With body proportions so perfect that you won't be faulted for thinking she was created by The Celestial Dragon itself. With deep gray color eyes, she is the main center of attention.
Most people did not even pay attention to her cousin. She is not as beautiful or enchanting as Zhihui, with gray color hair and bright green eyes. She does not stand out enough compared to her cousin.
'It's fine..people are looking at me…It's my special day…My special day'
Xinyang continues to say the same phrase over and over again in her mind. Trying to keep her composure. Her jealousy for her cousin grows with each passing second and the roots of corruption grow as well. The long march of people continues till they reach a large central building.
This type of building is used only for special events or meetings for the clan. The building is a beautifully crafted traditional Chinese mansion. With flags with the symbol of the clan flying from its roof. In front of the door are two marble statues of a woman. The statue looks old and a bit wore out. But even then the weather could not fully erase the beautiful of the statue.
The two child leaders break off from the line, as the grooms walk up the stairs to the front door of this building. They wait patiently in front of the closet doors. Waiting for someone to reach their sides. The sound of fireworks continues and the sound of drums gets more intense.
Soon the sound of footsteps reaches the ears of the grooms, as Mors extends out his left arm and Song his right arm. Mors felt his arm get grabbed by slender and delicate hands. The beautiful and long fingers of a tan woman wrap around his muscular arm. Their arms soon become interlocked with each other, as the doors slowly open up and allow the couple to enter the room.
They all take a step forward and into this room. As they are greeted with the smell of alcohol, delicious food, and the stares of people. They walk down the central path that is laid open for them, walking with delicate and precise steps. They haven't practiced for a whole week to mess it up now.
It took a minute for the couple to reach the central table. Were their parents being, for Zhihui that will be her mother and father. For Xinyang her father and for Song her mother and one of her many wives. Mors is the only one who's family is not present. The couples take their seat together. As Wu Tian, the clan head raises a cup of blue wine high as he spoke.
"Today we mark the union of two families! Two marriages of daughters of the Wu clan. Today we celebrate till The Celestial Dragon commands the sun to rise up again! Let the celebrations begin!"
"Ho!"
With the speech out of the way, the heavy double doors close. Signaling the start of the second celebration.