On the first morning in Amman, the golden sunlight pierced through the clouds and the lush conifer trees in front of the relay station. The remaining few beams of dazzling light shone through the door and windows of Ayis's room, finally sprinkling on Ayis's beautiful face that had already been dressed up. It was as if the bright sunlight was also moved by her stunning beauty and was gently touching her.
Seeing this, Mortira stood in front of her and shielded her from the strong sunlight. At this moment, from the street outside the window, there was a strong and deep drumbeat. The drumbeats were accompanied by the people's orderly, primitive, and charming singing. The singing broke the silence of Amman's morning, because even if there was a morning market, it would not be very noisy.
"What is it? It seems very lively." Ayis walked to the window to check.
"We can't see clearly from here. Let's go down and take a look. The boss just told me that today is a big festival in Amman. Legend has it that a long, long time ago, there was a pair of lovers who were in love. Because the boy had to go far away, they were forced to temporarily separate. Before leaving, the girl gave the boy a beautiful colored handkerchief. Who would have thought that disaster would descend from the heavens? One day, the girl was defeated by a tyrant transformed from an eagle monster. Just as the tyrant was about to succeed. The boy who was touched asked God to turn him into a colorful bird, so he spread his wings and pecked out one of the bully's eyes. However, the boy could no longer change back. The colorful bird circled around the girl for a few rounds before shedding two drops of tears and flying away from the girl with a mournful cry. However, it lingered on the sea all day long, crying out miserably. The girl's heart was broken and she was in so much pain that she wanted to die. She stood at the edge of the cliff by the coast and refused to leave. In the end, she turned into a huge rock and accompanied the colorful bird forever.”
After finishing the story, the eyes of the master and servant couldn't help but become wet. They picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped their tears.
"What a poignant love story. What does this have to do with festivals?”
"They admire the loyalty of the man and the girl to love. Every year, the people here would make a lot of scarves on that day, and only one of them was colored. They were placed in an invisible big basket for unmarried girls to touch. Whoever touched the colored handkerchief would be the "virgin" of this year. The virgin would pray for every child and throw out the colored handkerchief she touched. If the boy who received the colored handkerchief married the virgin, they would love each other forever and never change their hearts.”
"Wow! It seems fun. Let's go and take a look!”
"Yes! Let's go."
Thus, they ran out of the relay station excitedly to watch the show. Heracles and the other guards, who had changed out of their armor, followed closely behind to protect them.
The streets and open spaces were filled with people, but they were not chaotic at all. They were very orderly. Many men and women danced happily under the pleasant drumbeats, humming very primitive songs. When they saw Ayis and the other youngsters, they pulled them in. Ayis imitated them and danced. Her jet-black hair and snow-white skirt swayed happily with her movements. A beautiful and sunny smile bloomed on her face.
Heracles, who had been pulled into the men's lineup, shook his body stiffly. Seeing Ayis's happy expression, his heart inexplicably flew. He, who had never danced before, also jumped with his feet, twisted his body, and swung his arms. He wanted to completely forget his worries and let his heart be free. He did not expect it to be so happy and blissful.
The funniest thing was the dance of a fat Amman girl, who was wearing her most beautiful red dress. She gently swayed her waist, her hands joined together and moved like a snake. She was actually doing a seductive snake dance. The warriors of the guards actually imitated the fat girl's dance, intoxicated by the moving drums. The scene was so funny that the boys and girls beside him could not help but laugh.
Suddenly, the drumming stopped. A girl (the last virgin) stood on a high place. He opened the lid of the big basket full of handkerchief, and then the girls went forward one by one to reach in and take out the handkerchief. Ayis and Mortila were also pushed over. When Ayis reached out her hand with the handkerchief, all the Amman men and women present cheered. Ayis looked at the colorful handkerchief in her hand in disbelief. There was a beautiful colorful bird embroidered on the colorful handkerchief.
The girls quickly dispersed, and the boys flocked to Ayis, including Heracles, who was being pushed over. Then, everyone clapped their hands rhythmically and shouted in unison,"Throw it, throw it, throw it."
At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew over and blew away the colored handkerchief in Ayis's hand. No one tried to snatch it, and they allowed the God of Fate to blow it onto whoever it fell on. The scene was silent. Then, miraculously, the colored handkerchief slowly landed on Heracles 'outstretched hand. Even Heracles, who seemed to be in a dream, was surprised. He did not use his mana to cheat.
Ayis looked at the colored handkerchief in Heracles 'hand, and her heart beat wildly, even stronger than the rhythm of the drum. The sunlight shone on Heracles 'handsome, gentle, and affectionate face, making him look especially free and charming today. Heracles slowly handed the red rose to Ayis and looked at her gently and affectionately. At this moment, everyone shouted again." Accept, accept, accept…" Ayis shyly reached out and took the red roses that symbolized love. She couldn't hide the joy in her heart, and she lowered her head and smiled happily. At this moment, she was so happy and sweet. The sudden happiness made her feel so unreal. She was afraid that it was a dream, and a dream would eventually wake up. If it was a dream, she would rather never wake up.
Everyone applauded enthusiastically and cheered, squeezing them together. Seeing Ayis being pushed over by the crowd, he couldn't help but reach out his hands to support her. Then, he circled around her and protected her, considerately keeping a small gap between her and the crowd. Ayis, who was in his arms, could clearly feel his body temperature, his breath, and his scent. She closed her eyes and deeply felt for a moment. She wanted to remember this feeling. She felt that Heracles was only following the rules of the game, and he was just following the rules. When she opened her big blue eyes and looked into Heracles 'eyes, the feelings that Heracles wanted to hide were slipping out bit by bit.
"Dream! Please don't wake up. Let me love her to my heart's content in my dream! Was this not a dream? But why was it so surreal? No, it was a dream.”Heracles couldn't help but caress Ayis 'face. Looking at this face that he couldn't bear to leave, he went crazy and wanted to kiss her.
Suddenly, the crowd started cheering." Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her…"
This commotion pulled the two of them back to reality. Heracles was so frightened that he pulled his hand back. Ayis left the embrace that made her happy and safe. Although she was a little disappointed, the feeling of happiness and sweetness lingered for a long time.
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