The Happy Days of Agape

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Part 1: The First Happy Day
“Wake up Agape. Wake up, it's a brand new day” a voice whispered. My eyes opened and looked around the room. Same stone walls, same lavender smell...same everything. Just a dream I thought to myself. A stream of light sneaked through my window and caused my sheets to turn yellow like the sun. I sat up and as if I had rung a bell, my maid, Hanna, came in. “Good morning Agape-Dashi”she said very slowly. She walked and then stood in the middle of the room as if the words where actually like some type of food she was trying to digest. Her look was so funny I covered my mouth up under the snow colored sheets to keep from letting a laugh slip through my lips. The yellow sunlight danced across the sheets, rolling like waves sometimes and twirling like dancers at others. It was so beautiful that I was dazzled by it's beauty. Then something she said earlier got my attention. This thought made the smile on my face slide of like water going down a drain. Agape-Dashi. Dashi is the word used towards people who are in line for being on the throne. I know I'm third in line but a few weeks ago, I was called Titi by everyone (it means “Colorful Angel”). When the date was given that my oldest sister Shinra would be the Hakkaza, female queen, Aunt Zayiba made everyone call those in the royal family by their respectable title. Still, I'm the same person...why must everyone bow at my feet when I pass by? I still have the same peachy colored skin, the same yellow hair, the same sea blue eyes...so what's the problem?! I don't want to be treated like a queen, or a princess!! I'm only 12 and besides my parents...well, my parents were dead. Since I was five actually. I was told that it was an assassination that killed them. I don't truly believe that, but I always nod when people talk about it, which is rare. Hanna interrupted my train of thought. “Graced Zayiba wants you to wear this dress Agape-Da-” I didn't even let her finish that sentence. I hopped out bed not even bothering to put my sheets on that fell on the floor. “Why do you call me that?! Did I grow an eye or something because if I did please tell me so that I don't rip my hair out wondering what's wrong with everybody!!” My outburst startled her and she bowed down to the floor. “I'm sorry Titi. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings” She looked up at me with something in her big brown eyes that I wasn't expecting from her. Fear. What was wrong with me? Why did I lash out at her like a snake? Why was she bowing and apologizing? Wasn't just days ago, she teased me about my taste in cloths or me pretending to be a queen? I bent down and took her hands into my own. I stared at her in the eye and said as calmly as possible, “I'm sorry Hanna. I shouldn't have yelled at you. But please...never cower in front of me. I feel like a monster or something. Please don't make me feel like one.” She looked at me for one second and then nodded with a smile. “Whatever you say Titi. Now come on lets get you dressed.” She stood and walked to the closet. I looked after her. What had that breakdown been about? I left that thought behind and went to follow her wondering if I would survive after she put that dress on me.
“Do you think this dress makes me look fat?” I twirled around in the mirror and looked at myself. The dress was made of the finest silk and was surprisingly light. It was forest green and half way down it turned silver. Simple, just the way I liked it. “You look fine. Now come on or we'll be late to the speech” Hanna was waiting at my door the brown piece of wood was halfway open. A maid had delivered a message that my sister's crowning would be moved to this morning rather than this evening. I hurried to her and together we walked down the hallway. I turned to her. “Why were you bowing in the first place Hanna?” She looked around to make sure we were alone. There was no one in the hallway. She leaned in and whispered something in my ear. “Zayiba told me that we couldn't be just friends anymore. We both had to respect each others positions, you being of royal blood and me being a simple village girl that was lucky and was chosen to work here.” She shrugged like it didn't bother her. The message to the shrug was clear, don't worry about it. We walked in silence until we came to the courtyard. The sight took my breath away. There were vases of flowers that smelled heavenly. Rugs of of royal blue trimmed with gold thread were laid down everywhere. Chairs were layered with fabric that looked like the color of champagne. There were tables piled with food from thick king snake broth to chocolate supreme cakes with five different types of chocolate. I turned away so I wouldn't swipe a lick and get a scolding from Chief Ageha about being respective of a work of art. “Attention everyone. The guards will start letting people in. Please be cooperative.” I looked to my right and saw a stream of people coming in through the gates. Hanna nudged me and motioned towards a group of chairs that were black and decorated in the family sign. They were behind the podium where my second sister, Aceline, was looking through the pages some kind of book. She was so beautiful. Her skin was the color of seashells that offset her watermelon green eyes and long honey blond hair. She wore a raven black dress that was carefully pressed on it's folds and went out to the sides. There were rubies, pearls and sapphires situated so that they looked like they went together. She looked up and motioned for me to come sit down next to where her raven feathered hat was sitting on her chair. I walked up onto the stage and sat in the chair. Hanna took a seat behind me where personal assistants sat. We sat for a few minutes and watch people coming in. Lords, ladies, dukes, duchesses, priest, army officials and lots of other people filed in to their appointed seats. I recognized several of our guest. General Fredrick of Area 13 (top secret base) and his wife Madame Adsila, the couple in charge of church, Father Alexander and Mother Calanthia and even Cameo-Lata, Lata is the word people use to call a widow. Cameo-Lata use to be my mother's head lady-in-waiting. But when my parents died, she returned to her village, but comes and visits often. Aceline cleared her throat and spoke in a loud voice over the crowd's talking. “First I would like to thank all of you for being here today. This is a very important event that I'm sure will be in the history books for awhile.” I felt someone slide into the seat next to me. I looked over and saw that it was my Aunt Zayiba. My mother's older sister had her hair tide up into a bun at the top of her head. She wore a dress that was royal blue and trimmed in gold just like the rugs. Next to her was her twin sister Auntie Shizuka. Auntie Shizuka was very different than her sister. She was very excepting, kind and loved people more than wealth and fame. She wore a rich purple dress that had only a single emerald in the middle. I turned back towards the front. “Now please give a warm applause to our next ruler Shinra Ada Kujimi.” Everyone burst into applause and Aceline stood back to give Shinra enough room, and then, I say her. She walked in slowly her gown flowed out around her like a bubble. Her dress was cream colored and golden chains hung from the waist part. Her crown was also cream colored adorned with jewels and her face was absolutely smooth. Her dark chocolate eyes were blank and her mouth was in one straight line. She walked to the podium and the applause stopped and the rustle of skirts moving was soon silent. Shinra looked over the crowd for a quick moment, then she did something that I never thought I'd hear her do. She started singing!! Music came on from the side of the stage where the orchestra was sitting. A smile broke out on her pale pink lips. “My life has been like a huge movie. With ups and downs. I've had to choose between my sisters and my country. A voice yells in my head do whats right, but...what is right?” I couldn't believe that my sister actually singing. This reminded me of seven years ago when my parents were alive. It was my birthday and my family was singing to me. They were all laughing as I sat in daddy's big chair and pretended I was the queen saying in a deep voice, “bring me my tea. More sweet figs, more tea!!” Something felt wet on my face. The wetness was coming from my eyes. I was crying. The tears grew more heavier and they started running down my cheeks as if they were racing. They fell onto my dress and made small dark spots. “Don't cry or it will spot your dress” Aunt Zayiba whispered. I looked up to see that she had tears on the brink of falling out. I looked back at my sister to hear the song, but she had stopped singing. The music was silent, and there no one was even speaking. She turned around started walking towards where the crown was, sitting on a silver box. She placed it on her head and not missing a beat, walked over to where I was sitting. She bent down and hugged me. “I'll never leave alone again...Titi.” My eyes filled with tears and they spilled out like miniature waterfalls. I looked up at the sky and I knew that I was happy. This was a happy day.

P.S All the words (Like dashi and hakkakza) are made up.