Retasu Enchanted
A Fanfic based on the book/movie Ella Enchanted
That fool of a Fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me. She meant to bestow a gift. When I cried inconsolably through my first hour of life, my tears were her inspiration. Shaking her hand sympathetically at Mother, the fairy touched my nose "My gift is obedience. Retasu will always be obedient. Now stop crying, Child"
I stopped.
Father was away on a trading expedition as usual, but our Cook, Keiichiro, was there. He and Mother were horrified, but no matter how they explained it to Lucinda, they couldn't make her understand the terrible thing she'd done to me. I could picture the argument: Keiichiro's eyes standing out sharper then usual, his long, brown hair in disarray; Mother still and intense, her green curls damp from labor, the laughter gone from her eyes.
I couldn't imagine Lucinda. I didn't know what she looked like.
She wouldn't undo the curse.
My first awareness of it came on my fifth birthday. I seem to remember that day perfectly, perhaps because Keiichiro told the tale so often. "For your birthday," she started "I baked a beautiful cake. Six layers."
Berri, our head maid, had sewn a special gown for me. "Blue as midnight with a white sash. You were small for your age even then, and you looked like a china doll, with a white ribbon in your green hair and your cheeks red from excitement."
In the middle of the table was a vase filled with flowers that Meguro, our manservant, had picked.
We all sat around the table. (Father was away again.) I was thrilled. I had watch Keiichiro bake the cake and Berri sew the gown and Meguro pick the flowers.
Keiichiro cut the cake. When he handed me my piece, he said without thinking, "Eat."
The first bite was delicious. I finished the slice happily. When it was gone, Keiichiro cut another. That one was harder. When it was gone, no one gave me more, but I knew I had to keep eating. I moved my fork into the cake itself.
"Retasu, what are you doing?" Mother said
"Little Piggy." Keiichiro laughed "It's her birthday, Lady. Let her as much as she wants." She put another slice on my plate.
I felted sick, and frighten. Why couldn't I stop eating?
Swallowing was a struggle. Each bite weighed on my tongue and felt like a sticky mass of glue as I fought to get it down. I started crying while I ate.
Mother realized first. "Stop eating, Retasu!" she commanded.
I stopped.
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