Festivia

Festivia gazed out over the balcony, holding her wand in her hand. Festivia life wasn't worth it if life wasn't a life of the party. Most of the time she invited all the royalty in Mewni, but she also enjoyed pizza with the magical high commission, although Rhombulus ate the pizza how Festivia assumed a monster would. She had never actually met a monster. Heck, Festivia had only left the castle grounds a few times, at least to her knowledge.

Festivia pulled out her ukulele and songbook from under her bed. Technically, the songbook was Eclipsa's. Festivia was told Eclipsa was her Mother, little did she know that was one of many lies she had been told on her 14 years on Mewni. She flipped open the book to the page with her favorite song. She set her wand, shaped as a goblet, on her nightstand and started to strum with a pick.

"When the sun has set

And the night has come

We'll sneak out the garden

And go have some fun

Cause all I wanna do

Is sneak around Mewni with you

And all I wanna see is you sneaking around next to me.

I don't care if it's

Wrong or right.

I'd do anything for one more night.

Dawn breaks, our night fades away

Someday we'll get to stay

We'll get to stay

No more sneaking around.

One day we'll have our day

We'll have our day

Have our day.

Have our-"

Rhombulus burst in at that second.

"Oh no. Oh no no no. Guys! She was singing Eclipsa's song!" The rest of the magical high commission was there in two seconds flat.

"What's wrong with me singing Mama's song-" Rhombulus yanked Festivia off the window seat, pulled her through a hallway, and shoved her into a shower. Hekapoo turns on the faucet.

"Hey! What's going on?"

"Eclipsa was evil."Hekapoo said.

"Well you never told me that! Besides, how is singing her song going to make me evil?"

"It's better to be safe than sorry!" Rhombulus said.

"Ugh. Come on! Why is this necessary?" Lekmet made goat noises and Festivia rolled her eyes.

Hekapoo held up an octoscope to Festivia's face.

"Oh come on! How was Mama evil anyway?"

"She wasn't your-" Rhombulus started, and Hekapoo hit him below the belt, to which he held his hands down in that area and ran off.

"She wasn't my what?"

"Nothing, corn knows what he's talking about half the time. Now look into the light, I gotta check for spots of evil." Hekapoo said, and Festivia obeyed.

"What in heck are spots of evil?" Festivia was set down on a chair by an eye chart by Lekmet, where Oxnitraxus Prime handed her a paddle.

"Read the chart."

"I-A-M-E-V-I-L. Wait, that just says I am evil! What is this?"

"We need to make sure that song didn't have an impact on you! We're doing this for your own good." Hekapoo said.

"Sure." Festivia was picked up by Lekmet and was laid down on a table and Hekapoo stuck some suction cups hooked up to a machine on Festivia's cheek marks.

"Since when could you do this?"

"We're made of magic, we can do about anything."Hekapoo said.

"ARE YOU EVIL? ARE YOU EVIL? ARE YOU EVIL?"

"No! I keep on telling you, I'm fine!" Festivia protested, she yanked the suction cups off her cheeks. Festivia ran up to her room, grabbed her ukelele, and started to strum.

"When the sun has set

And the night has come

We'll sneak out the garden

And go have some fun

Cause all I wanna do

Is sneak around Mewni with you

And all I wanna see is you sneaking around next to me.

I don't care if it's

Wrong or right.

I'd do anything for one more night.

Dawn breaks, our night fades away

Someday we'll get to stay

We'll get to stay."

"What are you doing?"

"Umm, I'm singing a song."

"Eclipsa's song."

"So? I don't see what the big deal is about singing some song!"

"It's a big deal because Eclipsa could have done something to it! She meddled in the dark arts! If you do her spells your arms will turn purple! The evil will flow in your veins!" Oxnitraxus Prime said.

"Yeah yeah. Purple arms would be cool!"

"No, not cool."

"And why not?"

"Because the purple is the evil flowing through your cells and veins!"

"So? What do you actually consider evil?"

"Dark arts."

"What do you consider dark arts?" Festivia had always been a questioner. Glossaryck liked this, questioners are usually dippers, not skimmers.

"Err..Art...that's dark."

Festivia stormed back up to her room, where she hid her ukelele and Eclipsa's songbook under the bed again. Technically there was no reason to hide them, as the magical high commission knew about it. There wasn't anything they could do about it really, because Festivia could just make another one with her wand, and she could play the song without the book, so the only way to actually make it stop would be to wipe her memory, but the magical high commission knew that was a horrible idea because it would erase everything, not just the song. Besides none of the magical high commission members had that kind of power, so they decided the tests came out fine so Festivia was fine.

Festivia stared out the window, and she made a vow out to the stars.

"I, Festivia Butterfly, swear that I will forever be fun and full of fire. I will live every day as if it's my last, and I'll keep the legacy of my Mama and Papa alive, no matter what the commission thinks, because what do they know anyways?" Festivia knew the commission knew a lot, but she wasn't very happy with them at the moment. They had raised her, none of them knowing anything about children. She thought they did a decent job, although she would rather relive her life with her presumed Mama and Papa if she had the chance. She knew she never would, so Festivia was usually thankful for what she had, as she knew the kingdom was in war with monsters. She had seen the suffering of the people. Unfortunately, Festivia had no right to claim the throne until she was 18. Until then, the high commission just voted on important matters. That's why Festivia liked the life of the party. To distract her future people, so their life of suffering could pause, even if only for a single night.

Festivia was lying alone in her bed, her pillow damp with tears. She had changed into a dark green nightgown, and Festivia was fresh out of tears to cry. Hekapoo gently knocked on the door.

"What?" Hekapoo came into the room, and Festivia refused to make eye contact.

"It was just protocol." Hekapoo

"I know what it was. You don't trust me."

"I don't know about them, but I do. Look, if I didn't do it I could have been stripped of my rank."

"What would happen then?" Festivia was still gazing out the window, and not at Hekapoo.

"I would be stripped of my rank and I would have to do something else. And I would have a record so the only thing I could probably do would be sweeping up carrot peels." Festivia laughed at Hekapoo's sarcastic sense of humor. Hekapoo tucked a bit of Festivia's hair behind her ear.

"Good night Festivia. Remember to floss."

"Night Hekapoo." Hekapoo left, and Festivia pulled out the ukulele. She ran her fingers over the wood painted light green before beginning to strum, the strings tight and smooth in her fingers.

"When the sun has set

And the night has come

We'll sneak out the garden

And go have some fun

Cause all I wanna do

Is sneak around Mewni with you

And all I wanna see is you sneaking around next to me.

I don't care if it's,

Wrong or right.

I'd do anything for one more night.

No more sneaking around.

One day we'll have our day

We'll have our day

Have our day.

Have our day."

Festivia's voice was both simple and sweet. She had no idea that the high Commission was watching her with smiles on their faces.