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Every year, it was always the same. The hustle and bustle as the B’haddu community came together to prepare. The warm smell of fresh baking wafting through the streets. The energetic hum of anticipation as the day—and most importantly, the night—of Nevriset B'Xhadari, the annual Haddu Skyfire Festival, drew nearer. Initially, it hadn’t meant all that much. It had always been there: the festivities and traditions passed down from the Haddu people to the residents of the town, B'...

“Okay. All I need to do is get a little baby water sample. Just a baby one.” Beedle inhaled sharply and held his breath, preparing to descend the last few rocks that led down the steep cliff to the shore. His backpack which contained his water sampling supplies rattled audibly as he stood there, slightly unsteady, all four feet planted on one rock. He exhaled slowly at long last. “Let’s go,” he ...