It was a time when the elders of the city forgot the sadness of their lost children and cheered themselves through the cold months. Smells and sounds brought the darkened streets alive. Roasted meats sizzled in the market square. Breads and fruits of every kind were crammed onto the backs of wheeled carts and parked as stalls with canopies overhead. Jugglers and fire breathers filled the spaces in between. Choirs sang heartily, huddled into the warmth of their braziers. The city folk believed that the carnival, with its dances and chants and wild costumes, was a way to ward off the evil of the forest. They mocked the creatures with their beast costumes and played out small acts in the street in which they overcame them with swords and spells. But it was always such a risk. It tempted the forest creatures out from their holes and it was inevitable that trouble would boil. Often the beasts would mix in with the crowds, wearing cloaks and shrouds, as if in costume. And then they might tear into the people, attacking wildly.
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