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Chapter 1:
A rude awakening
Amy was laying in her bed peacefully, but thinking of the day that will come. It was her 15th birthday, and Raphael always had to go out of his way to put on an extravagant birthday for his beloved. One year it was a strange carnival theme with elephants which wasn't Amy's style. Another year was a disco, also Amy hated. The last year it was amusement park styled, with carousels, bouncy castles and rides, which was enjoyable, but a bit to much for Amy.
She hoped for just an average party, with cake and friends and music. But no, Raphael had make it the headline news. She heard scampering footsteps, followed by a "Shush! Or I'll fire you!". She pretended to fall asleep, just as the door flew open.
"Amy! Do you know what day it is?"
Amy buried her face in her pillow, unresponsive. "Amy, get up! I've planned the day away!". Raphael observed his daughter. He sat down on the bed, next to his small daughter. He took a deep breath.
"AMY AMY AMY AMY!", he said while shaking his daughter awake.
"WHAT?!", she yelled back, already in a bad mood.
Raphael stood up and smirked, pleased with his actions. "Get dressed and come down stairs. I've picked an outfit for you." He exited as Marienbard and Jacqueline entered the room.
"Hello, Ms. Sorrel. We've gotten gifts for you!", said the both in unison. Amy raised an eyebrow. "Hmm". She was sat down, and her long, vermillion hair was brushed by Marienbard.
"Do either of you know what father has planned for me?".
"I heard that it was going to be an average party, cake and all", answered Jacqueline, who was studying Amy's dress, making sure it was pristine. Amy's eyes widened in joy. "Really? No animals, no carousels, no disco balls?".
"No, Master Raphael said that you looked quite dreary during your parties, and he wanted to do this for a change. Now, how would you like your hair? Curled tails as usual?", asked Marienbard.
"I want it down", Amy answered. She really never had it down, and wanted to see how long her hair really was when she walked around.
"Really?"
"Yes, I'm positive."
Jacqueline and Marienbard looked at each other. "Well then, We'll leave you to dress. But first, your gifts." They left delicately wrapped gifts on Amy's dresser and left. Already excited for her normal party, she leaped toward the presents. One was a beautifuly crafted dragonfly pin with emeralds, similar to her old colored eyes. The other gift was a matching dragonfly necklace, with a sliver body, and emerald wings.
She placed the pin in her long hair, and the necklace around her neck. She studied her dress. It was positivly yellow. A color she wouldn't normally wear. "Father chose this for me?", she said questioning herself. She shook her head. "Whatever."
She slipped in her yellow dress and headed down the large staircase. "Father?", her voice echoed throughout the large castle. She entered the kitchen, where Raphael was, and caught part of a conversation.
". .Yes, I know you hate me. Sophitia! You agreed to bring the baked goods, don't you remember? Oh don't get all snappy with me! . . . Yes, I know I threatened to kill your sister. . . Fine. Fine, Oh, you're almost here? Fine."
Raphael let out an annoyed sigh, and turned to see his daughter. "Oh Amy! You look so beautiful!", he said pinching her cheeks. She slapped his hands away.
"Whats that? Sophitia is coming?", she asked.
"Well, I invited the whole Soul Calibur Crew, Sophitia's just bringing the baked goods."
Amy turned around, feigning annoyance, when in truth, she actually liked the fellow cast. She thought of them as a second family. But of course, she couldn't let anyone know. As far as anyone knows, she was the cold, distant girl, and she needed to live up to the reputation.
"What time will they be here?", she asked, still acting annoyed.
"About 12 pm. It is 11:30 am now. Why don't you go watch T.V while I boss the maids around to set balloons up?", he said, patting her head.
"And give my thanks to Jacqueline and Marienbard, please."
Amy walked over to the loveseat. She turned on the T.V, and began watching the news. Outside she heard a loud screeching noise. Raphael rushed outside. "My lilies!", he yelled.
Up the stairs and through the door walked Yun-Seong, Talim and Seong Mi-Na. Talim and Seong Mi-Na carried large gifts and looked to Raphael on where to put their presents. "On the dinning room table". Raphael stood on the porch, waiting for the others. Rock arrived after, from a very small car. He held a small box wrapped in pink tissue paper. He looked at Amy and brought her in for a hug. She was being hugged to death. "I remember when Bangoo turned 15! But he wasn't as nicely as you!", he said walking to the dining room.
Amy had a coughing fit, and was relived when her lungs started working properly again. Brightly colored balloon started occupying the living room, and the curtains opened, revealing a lovely day.
A pink convertible pulled in the driveway, revealing Xianghua and Kilik. They carried a large gift together through the doorway. They both smiled at Amy. "That's quite a gift", she said to herself.
A large hummer parked next to the small convertible. There was a very bad paint job, that said 'Nightmare's crew'. Out stepped Nightmare (What a shocker!), Tira, Voldo and Astaroth with Ashlotte. Tira linked arms with Nightmare, and smiled at him. Nightmare sobbed silently inside his really was afraid of Tira. Astaroth carried the huge present from the crew on his shoulder.
A huge truck that read 'Alexandra Bakery' rolled in. Sophitia beeped the horn. "I'll need help with the goods!", she called out. Cassandra carried in her's and Sophitia's gift. Cassandra's gift was a small square, with a bow, and a cylinder. Sophitia's gift was in the shape of a box, surprise, surprise.
More and more of the cast came through the door. Amy waited patiently on the couch for her to open her presents. "Ok Amy, come on out!", called Raphael. She walked to the dinning room and found a mountain of gifts. It would take a while for her to open all the gifts.
Yay, btw i'm also still doing waterpark.