Happy Fun Magic (Green) > Chapter One: A Nice Day
Candy Apple Heart woke to the sound of birds singing and the kiss of the sun upon her fair brow. She had wanted to stay in bed and continue the beautiful dreams she had been having, in which ponies and fairies and castles in the clouds were all hers, but then she realized that these things were already hers, and that she could have them at any time. So she woke, and stood up, and stretched her arms wide. Being a princess was just too good to stay in bed and waste.
It took no time at all for her handmaidens, children all elfin and beautiful like herself and with properly sized hands to do the job with alacrity, to lace her into her delicate gown. She had many like it, of course, and if her servants were to be believed, she would have an endless supply. Wearing the same gown twice would be an affront to her birthright of perfection, after all. Then they did her hair, using a special comb to whittle down the painful knots that less skilled individuals would have pulled or tugged instead. She was a princess, but to them she was a Queen, and they sought nothing but her pleasure at all times. She could not find anything wrong with the thought.
Her unbound but carefully combed hair flying in the breeze (attracting more knots,) Candy abandoned her servants and rushed for her ornate bedroom door. The morning was still new and fresh, with countless adventures yet to be had! Who knew what lay in store for her, ready to amuse and obey her at a moment’s notice? Who knew what friends she would meet and wrap around her tiniest of manicured fingernails? Who knew how soon it would take her to get bored of them all? She wouldn’t know until she tried, of course. Perhaps she would simply give herself wings and fly down to the city today – that would be new, and the sunlight would warm the apples of her cheeks on the way down. And Beauty was just getting old anyway, for a unicorn. Who knew unicorns lived longer than three days?
She raced down several flights of ornate stairs and through several ornate hallways before finding her way to the castle gate. Of course it was unlocked, she would have expected nothing less. Outside, in the leafy bright green of the peaceful forest, she could see the colorful butterflies waving and beckoning, and she could hear the fairies just out of sight, their tin-whistle giggles taunting her to find them, to play with them, if she dared. Of course she dared – she would dare anything! But first, there was the matter of her wings. If she could fly, she would be able to find them all the quicker!
Reaching for the fancy pockets of her robe, Candy drew forth a scepter of crystal and sapphire, that quickly mirrored the paleness of her hair and the blue of her eyes. She set her jaw with all the seriousness of a child a year older than herself, and then began to spin in circles, the rod outstretched to its length in her hands. The magical words she knew so well gave rise to the power within the scepter, and within moments she felt a strange but lovely sensation of warmth rising between her shoulder blades. For a moment, only a moment, it started to hurt; at her frown, the wings opted to bloom fully grown, rather than taxing her with the process of growing. Success!
She took to the skies just as her handmaidens arrived at the gate, breathless with worry for their Queen. She was always too fast for them, just as she ought to be; if she wasn’t, they would hold her back with their concerns for her safety. They might have been children, but sometimes they acted like adults, and if there was one thing that Candy Apple Heart hated, it was adults. Not that she hated anyone or anything. There was no room for hate when she had so many lovely things for herself, and could go anywhere she pleased in a lovely world of her very own. What could come of hate when it was so much easier to just escape?
She flew through the forest, staring with eyes that she willed to be sharper than they were, trying to find the fairies, but they continued to evade her. It took only five minutes of this before she decided she was bored, and that she didn’t want to find the fairies in the first place; she had simply been scouting the forest for her own amusement. Of course, this made her feel better than admitting she had failed. Instead, she made her way through the forest and over the oceans beyond, flying toward the sun that had beckoned her first through her bedroom window. It would lead her to the city, and to her friends, the fastest.
When flapping her wings too hard began to tire her, Candy’s frown again brought solace; the wind picked up, blowing gently from the rear to press her forward without effort. With the additional speed (and of course, it was blowing the correct direction) she made it to the city just a moment before boredom set in again. She looked about for her friends, but they had yet to arrive – which brought another frown to her face.
Suddenly the city was filled with children, some older, some younger and some even the same age as herself. All were pretty and dressed in bright colors, and they came in colors of black and brown and white and even (she thought) green for interest’s sake. They bowed to her, as they should, and then awaited her command. What toy would they watch her play with, or what game would they allow her to win? She only needed to think a moment before making her wishes known – there would be a flying race. Everyone would have to try to beat her. And if they failed, she would send them home instead of inviting them to her big celebratory luncheon later in the day.
Upon further observation, Candy realized that none of her friends had wings. She might have frowned, but instead determined that she had won the race by default. Her wings weren’t even as tired as she thought they might have been, after such a race! Her friends bowed again and shuffled back to their homes, unwelcome at the party she had promised – it really was too bad, but they hadn’t beat her, after all!
Thrilled with her conquest, Candy made her way back to her castle, stopping only once to pet the nose of Beauty, who seemed even older than she had the day before. Candy made a mental note to transform her into something more appealing, if in fact she remembered to do so. Now, instead of wings, she needed a party, and well, the wings had served their purpose. Flying took too long and hurt when she got tired. More twirling of her scepter revealed a banquet hall of magnificent proportions, filled with butlers and chefs who continued to obey her every command. She ate, and ate, and all of it her favorite flavors, and gained not a single pound in the process.
At last, when she could fit no more food into her belly, Candy yawned a giant yawn and decided that she was sleepy. After all, her hard-won race and her flight across the world had been so very taxing. Her handmaidens led her away from the banquet hall, and then – when she could not walk another step – carried her up the remaining flights of stairs to her bedroom. They undressed her, and redressed her in a nightgown that was not much less ornate than her previous gown. Then they tucked her into her ornate bed, with the blankets pulled up over her nose.
As Candy Apple Heart fell asleep, she thought to herself that it had been another extraordinary day, filled with everything she had ever wanted. But tomorrow would be better still.
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