*Note* Okay to get straight to the point, this is my first fanfiction that I've published on here. I already have another chapter done of this; I just decided to post the first part. I'm not really sure how far I am to go with this. I started it randomly like 2 months ago after I finished Graces. ;_; I'm not the best at writing but I enjoy doing it once in a while. This isn't centered around a certain couple but there are lots of Cheria x Asbel and Pascal x Hubert with maybe hints of Richard x Asbel and whatnot.
Other than this, I have a almost completed HubertxPascal fanfiction to finish. Anyhow, enjoy I guess ;A;
The garden of Lhant hill held many memories, scents, and beauty that captivated any onlooker's eyes. The gentle breeze blew the young girl's purple hair towards the sky. The flowers bloomed every so often, especially in the spring and summer. She always visited just to pick her favorable flowers that she was named after; the Sopherias.
"Sophie!" A cheery red-headed girl called out to her.
"Cheria…" Sophie spoke in soft but gentle tone that was almost as sweet as the flowers she held gracefully in her arms.
Cheria jaunted her way through the large area of flowers that set almost endlessly across the green land. The soft breeze turned heavy and kept creeping up on her; blowing her face and dress vigorously. As she made her way through, she forcefully patted her dress down to assure there was no breeze to suddenly brush up her dress.
"Hey Sophie, what are you doing out here all by yourself? Asbel was worried you got lost or something."
She gave out a slight sigh of relief to know she was safe and sound. Nothing was worse than to go on a thorough search for Sophie when she wandered off.
"I always visit here Cheria; this place is special to me" She closed her eyes and smiled. She visioned the memory of the friendship pact she made with Asbel and Richard when they're we're only inches shorter than her. Thinking about it now made her very happy.
"Oh I see" Cheria kept on her peppy smile while kneeling down by Sophie.
"You know what? I bet we could have a picnic here sometime" Her mind just spoke what came to her as she laid on the flowerbed and got lost in thought about the possible futures that may await her, Sophie, and Asbel.
Sophie sat up and blinked twice. "Will there be crablettes?" she clasped her hands together at the thought of eating freshly cooked crablettes.
Cheria laughed and she poked Sophie's cheek. "Yes there will be plenty of crablettes; I'm sure Richard can get us plenty"
The sun blanketed Cheria and Sophie in a warm light; the sky was so clear and blue and there was nothing but the sound of nature in the air. The wind rustled softly but gently making the grass and flowers move slowly but gracefully. It was so peaceful they almost found themselves asleep on the garden until there was a rustling of bushes and footsteps on the grass. A brown haired boy appeared with a solemn look on his face.
"Cheria? Sophie?" His face changed to a puzzled look as he stumbled across two girls nearly asleep in a pile of flowers.
"Woah! A-Asbel?" Cheria sat up dazed and dumbfounded not realizing that she had almost fallen asleep.
"I didn't think it'd take this long to find Sophie so I came to look for you" He glanced at Sophie still nearly asleep on the flowers. "Well she seems fine" he sighed.
"Sorry, I came to get her but almost fell asleep while sitting down here" She blushed in embarrassment since she found it sort of odd for the boy she likes to see her sleeping on a pile of flowers. Not to mention in an uncomfortable fashion.
"Its fine, just hurry on back it's getting pretty late. I also have something to tell you guys" Asbel motioned a wave and began to head back.
"Alright, let's go Sophie" Cheria nudged her a bit as she sat up from her snooze. Sophie began to lead back with her.
They entered into the lively town of Lhant. Asbel and Cheria's hometown that's full of precious people and places. Asbel waved at a few people as he walked alongside Cheria and Sophie towards his manor. It wasn't the biggest manor in the world, but it was his home and as Lord of Lhant it was his duty to take care of it. Asbel stopped near his manor and handed both Sophie and Cheria an envelope with a Barona stamp planted on it.
"It's from Richard; he invited us all to a royal party at the castle."
Sophie and Cheria opened the envelopes, there was fancy writing that fit perfectly and neatly on the paper and read:
Dear my friends,
This is a personal invitation to my royal ball that will be held at the castle in Barona tomorrow night. This is a special gift to all of you and I would be ever so grateful if you could all attend. Thank you.
Your friend,
King Richard
"I-It's a ball?" Cheria renounced with a bit of a worrisome look on her face.
"What's a royal ball? Like the round things?" Sophie questioned this with her head titled to the side.
"Well it's still some sort of party I guess. Apparently he sent us all outfits to wear." Asbel shook his head at Sophie. "No it's not that Sophie; it's kind of like a dance party except more royal and everyone wears all this fancy stuff."
"So we are going…aren't we?" Cheria asked a bit timidly.
"Of course! Even though I've never been to any royal parties before, I can't just say no to his offer. He probably put a lot of work into preparing it after all."
"Oh my gosh I have to do my hair, get my dress ready, everything!" Cheria began counting fingers to her needed to do list.
"Well it isn't until tomorrow night so don't worry about too much yet" Asbel assured her.
In the Amarcian enclave there was a full house of researchers and smarts; Pascal, the most cheerful member of the party, was working as usual with her talented genius skills. Humming to herself she began pounding with a huge hammer at a device she had started working on. As she set down the hammer to wipe her face and gasp for air, she noticed her communicator was going off. She hopped over towards it and did some beeping and bopping.
"Oh it's from Hu!" She made a brightened smile; every so often Hubert Ozwell would send her messages via her communicator. They were always very formal and very Hubert-like; it always made Pascal excited to see any messages from him since she didn't really communicate too much with anyone else. She read the message aloud to herself. "Are you going to the party?" Pascal tilted her head in thought. "Party? What party? There's a party and no one told meee?"
There was an immediate knock at her door as she put down her communicator. "Cominggg!" She sang and happily swung open the door. There stood her older sister, with her white hair with red tips tied up neatly. "Pascal! Don't you ever check your mail? You have an important invitation from Barona!" She handed her an envelope that had a Barona stamp imprinted on it.
Fourier leaned towards her as she handed her the invitation. "You haven't even bathed, have you?" As a pungent scent embraced her she immediately pressed two fingers to her nose and backed away. "Pascal you smell absolutely terrible!"
"Oh wow!" Pascal ripped open the envelope and read it to herself. "Omigosh Richard's holding a fancy party! Yippee!" she yelled happily waving her arms up.
"You're not going to any fancy party until you take a bath!" The mature and older looking Amarcian nearly whacked the younger one with a cleaning brush she had with her. "Do you hear me, PASCAL?"
Pascal nearly tumbled over as she dodged the huge cleaning brush. "Woah c'mon Fourier! That was close y'know!"
"I don't care. You we're just invited to a ball Pascal, you can't go smelling or even looking like that!" Fourier crossed her arms and shook her head. "I truly wonder if you're even a girl sometimes!"
Pascal shrugged. "Alrighty then I'll take a bath right after I—"Fourier immediately pulled the back of Pascal's collar and began to pull towards her. "No more excuses Pascal; I am giving you a bath and a make-over here and now."
"Uwahhh! Ouchiesss!" She led out a high pitched cry and struggled in an exaggerated manner as Fourier pulled her into her bathroom.