Story in the Style of Terry Pratchett

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Story in the Style of Terry Pratchett

The illustrious and well-renowned city of Illann scintillated with a set of luminous lights lifting the spirits of its citizens. On the night that this tale begins, various projectiles and fireworks burst into the darkness and illuminated the sky, while the pyrotechnics scattered in the air like a thousand dancers prancing with the wind; each one perfectly choreographed with the sounds of the soothing music behind the sound of large bangs in the sky.

The Festival of Thieves was the grandest of the Grand Traditions; of which there were three in total, and the celebration was about the same importance to the world of Mondus as the atom carbon was to human existence.

As coincidental as it may sound, this story begins on the exact same jovial night as the two thousand year old convention that was the Festival. Arguably even more ironic was that this particular Festival, where the story begins, was the two thousandth of it's kind.

The city of Illann was located right between the Sister Cities¹. It was an industrial and mechanical city, which thrived with nightlife, high-rising buildings, neon lights