Chapter 17: The Grand Festival

Sounds of joy and cheer. Smells of fresh fruits and baked goods. Movements in the form of dancing and running as means of a competitive sport. Games which are played between one another, as well as the very providers of the event enjoying as much as what they are giving through their services and creations. Toys, Food, Juices for the children and Alcohol for the adults, and even gunpowder for the usage of fireworks to signify the event in all its glory. An event which was done as celebrations for the 10th anniversary of this "kingdom", being sustained for so long and held so much in a high regard. An event which brings only joy to everyone around them.

And an event that Harvard and Zazel are doing their best in fooling around with such a monumental occasion. With Harvard, he was busy grabbing ahold of as much snacks he could possibly hold. Sugary goodness goods such as Cookies and Brownies, as well as all sorts of handcrafted breads and fries, with a couple of juices on the side, all sat down in a table and stationed so as to not be captured. With Zazel, it was to brag. He would be busy in competing against the kids in the kingdom. Whether it was through such sports accompanied them, such as running across said kingdom, to even games that were made through the toys they have, their imaginations running rampant. The kids were mainly annoyed about Zazel's way of playing with the latter however, due to him proclaiming he has a shield that is "Infinity +1." He simply laughed it off and quit using such a trick when it came to playing around.

The activities took itself a halt as the duo, and some of the kids that Zazel brought with him, would enjoy the "banquet" that Harvard had set-up, with the Card Magician, chowing down on mostly the cookies and bread, having the occasional juice to make sure he doesn't choke by accident. Zazel was more patient with his consumption, having his bread become toasted thanks to his sigils, his own juice being on the side. "Man...For such a small place, its honestly kinda nice to relax and wind down in here, don't 'cha think?" He'd ask to the human child, looking around at the décor from the makeshift kingdom constructed by what is most likely from human hands. Looking back towards it, it feels more...refined, one would say.

Harvard would be holding a cookie on his mouth, nodding aggressively towards Zazel's question. He'd later take that cookie out of his mouth, being able to properly answer his question. "It's weird, right? It kind of feels like home somewhat. Like when you're visiting someplace really special despite liking your own place, and you end up-"

"-Being in a better place than what you expected, and that-"

"-You'd never wanna leave it again once you stayed in it!" The two boys were thinking alike when they were explaining this feeling. It wasn't something as easily chocked up as "nostalgia" or "comfort." Rather it was a place that feels familiar, yet not too familiar that would make one compare it with another. A weird blend between both worlds, that nobody truly could or would try to explain, and in a way, it is for the best in not wanting to explain it. The duo would watch the festival unfold, with Harvard snacking upon his sugary sweets that were cookies, before having an idea. An idea that came in the form of a big, wicked smile, and subsequently chuckled to himself when he realized what he can do here to liven the festival up further. Zazel would notice this change as he was drinking his juice, being a bit confused by what idea made him come up with such a lengthy grin.

"Heeeeeeey, Harvard? Why are you smiling?"

"Ohhhhhhhh....No reason!" He says, as he would take out a card and aim it directly into the very sky, trying to be precise enough to strike at the fireworks. Zazel immediately spat out his drink before trying to stop the Card Magician

"ARE YOU CRAZY!? We're LITERALLY guests here! If we so much as slip up on something, we're DEA-"

It was too late, as Harvard instinctively tossed the card upwards, bearing the sigil to summon his own friends once more: Monsters. Thanks to the food being provided, it should supply at least more than enough energy, alongside with one or two fireworks before they blew up, to act as the proper cost. The sigil glowed once more, capturing the eyes of the natives, before turning towards the child that caused it. "Lets have some REAL fun, Everyone!" He'd shout, before doing his chant, with a different set of words to accompany it, as well as a new monster to intensify the grand event as a whole.

"Forma Felicitatis.....Figura animi...Forma imaginationis."

"A minimus puer...Ad senem qui solus ambulat..."

"Non curat corpus.....Non curat de mente...Omnes curat..."

"...est ut scintilla gaudium in omnibus."

"Per invocationem meam....in omni gloria eius mirabilem gaudium mihi afferam!!"

"ARAWAREU!"

The very lands became coated with its bright light, a beam being shot down, blinding those around, causing the residents, the goblins, to shield their very eyes before losing them in such power from the seal. A marking would be seen in the base of the sigil: A Box. A Box with bright colors and a cartoonish design, as it descends itself down, and opens itself to meet with the locals.

"Rex Imaginationis! Rex Felicitatis!!"

"FLEISHER!!"

The creature that peered out of the box was something akin to a jester, carrying the same bright colors as the box it was contained in. It had a fool's hat, bulbous eyes with the iris being something out of a cartoon, spiraled with different colors, as well as his body being made up of a man walking, showcasing a rotoscope-esque animation if he would spin itself. It was held upon by a spring, which recoiled back and can stretch out for miles, and it was arguably one of the most uncontrollable monster out of Harvard's arsenal. A sweat pouring down upon the child's head, as he knows he needs to try to restrain his antics once he is unleashed and gets out-of-hand.

With any luck, he can enhance this supposed festival to being the most memorable in its entirety...