Musicians played their tunes while crowds listened joyously in small clusters. Scheduled confetti was shot through hidden cannons. Children tugged impatiently at their guardians' hands and clothing, eager to run into the open to catch the bits of colored paper. After they would have their fun, they all run back to the protection that the shade gave them. The date was June 17th, the day everyone had longed for. The sun blazed in the cloudless sky, offering no mercy to the civilians of New Blara. An odd name, yes, but it was theirs. The town wasn't small, yet everyone seemed to know each other. Banners hung from buildings of all shapes and sizes, but they all had one thing in common. A symbol of Hope and freedom. They held praise for a certain hero. One far too familiar to her followers and rivals. Lupus. A girl who had been born with enhanced senses. Her name meant wolf, and she wore it like a badge.
She stood on the roof, looking down at her city. Everyone was happy and healthy, once more safe from the evil doings of a villain. For months, everyone was sick. Moping around lazily like depressed zombies. Lupus scanned the streets once more, just to be sure there...