She made her way with slow strides across the large glossy marble floor of the banquet hall. This room once held great fest for her people. It was a little sad to see no life in this place, which in reality, it really didn’t bother Chumani. She wasn’t even born when this realm once held laughter, happiness, sadness, anger and even war. Chumani stopped in front of the large glossy stone table. She closed her eyes as she imagine the room filled with her people. The males wore Doric chiton with an Aviation symbol fibulae pinned on either side of their shoulders and the females wore the ionic chiton. Their clothing was made of the finest silks and had gold Avatian symbols in sketched on the fabric. They moved around the room as if the day would never end. On the far side of the room, Chumani could hear music playing. Men and women were on a small stage that was for them and their interments. As the musicians played their interments, a small handful of men, women and children danced on the dance floor. On the right side of the dance floor was the banquet table that had the finest foods lined up on the center of the glossy stone table, men, women and children sat on soft cushion chairs that outlined the table. Once everyone sat in the chair, they start to pick up the plates of food and placed cups of the food on the plates that sat in front of them. People starting talking at the table as they passed the food dish to the person next to them. A young child dashed across the room towards the long table with his Irish wolfhound trailing behind him. As the child got to the table, he pushed pass two adults and grabbed a duck leg off one of their plates. The dog wasn’t able to stop on the slippery floor and bumped into the child who dropped the duck leg on the floor. Before the child could pick up the leg, the dog snatched it from the floor and ran off before anyone could stop the dog. The young boy started yelling at his dog and started chasing the dog. This was a happy celebration; they were celebrating the birth of their race. They would never know what their future would hold and the end would come. At that thought, Chumani opened her eyes; the life like images disappeared and a frown appeared on her face.
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