07-04-2021, 05:17 AM
New Riga Main Olympic Stadium
July 3rd, 9:03 PM
The lights of the Olympic Stadium radiated for blocks throughout New Riga, the crowded streets reflecting the general mood of the city. Although the official events of the Olympiad were done, the buzz of the events could be felt throughout the metropolis. Many residents had taken large betting pools on popular Eirian and International athletes, some going home defeated when their favorites didn't do as well as they'd hoped. Musicians, artists, and street performers lined almost every major block on the city, raking in hundreds of Lunens from visiting tourists wanting a taste of the city before the Games were officially over.
Most tourists were packed in the stands of the Main Stadium, listening to the speeches being given by Olympic and Local officials. The gathered athletes of (most) visiting athletes were organized around the parade loop, the flags of their nations waving high and proud. The scene was just as momentous as the opening ceremony, but much more somber, the Olympic glory slowly fading away.
As the Olympic Flag was hoisted down the pole in the center of the stadium, the Eirian anthem played through the loudspeakers, seeming more resolved and slow than usual. The emotion in the air was palpable, not quite sad, but resolute and distant. There was certain feelings of pride for nations who had done well, with medalling athletes standing out in front of each delegation, proudly representing their nations with their prowess and skill.
The Olympic Officials turned their attention to the large flaming cauldron in the middle of the Stadium, gathering near the edge of the flame. Slowly, the fire started to diminish, fading into the cold nighttime darkness. As the cauldron was extinguished, a single small torch stayed lit, detached from the large bowl. This small torch would carry on the Olympic Flame to the next Olympiad, that same flame traveling the world over years at a time.
As the athletes were lead out of the grand stadium, they all had different feelings. Some, like the Eirian athletes, were filled with pride and excitement, the Olympiad having provided new opportunities at recognition for their accomplishments. Others, like the Aurians, were filled with doubt and worry, the future of their nation currently uncertain. But no matter where each athlete came from, they all left with memories that would stick with them for the rest of their lives.
July 3rd, 9:03 PM
The lights of the Olympic Stadium radiated for blocks throughout New Riga, the crowded streets reflecting the general mood of the city. Although the official events of the Olympiad were done, the buzz of the events could be felt throughout the metropolis. Many residents had taken large betting pools on popular Eirian and International athletes, some going home defeated when their favorites didn't do as well as they'd hoped. Musicians, artists, and street performers lined almost every major block on the city, raking in hundreds of Lunens from visiting tourists wanting a taste of the city before the Games were officially over.
Most tourists were packed in the stands of the Main Stadium, listening to the speeches being given by Olympic and Local officials. The gathered athletes of (most) visiting athletes were organized around the parade loop, the flags of their nations waving high and proud. The scene was just as momentous as the opening ceremony, but much more somber, the Olympic glory slowly fading away.
As the Olympic Flag was hoisted down the pole in the center of the stadium, the Eirian anthem played through the loudspeakers, seeming more resolved and slow than usual. The emotion in the air was palpable, not quite sad, but resolute and distant. There was certain feelings of pride for nations who had done well, with medalling athletes standing out in front of each delegation, proudly representing their nations with their prowess and skill.
The Olympic Officials turned their attention to the large flaming cauldron in the middle of the Stadium, gathering near the edge of the flame. Slowly, the fire started to diminish, fading into the cold nighttime darkness. As the cauldron was extinguished, a single small torch stayed lit, detached from the large bowl. This small torch would carry on the Olympic Flame to the next Olympiad, that same flame traveling the world over years at a time.
As the athletes were lead out of the grand stadium, they all had different feelings. Some, like the Eirian athletes, were filled with pride and excitement, the Olympiad having provided new opportunities at recognition for their accomplishments. Others, like the Aurians, were filled with doubt and worry, the future of their nation currently uncertain. But no matter where each athlete came from, they all left with memories that would stick with them for the rest of their lives.
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