City of Ambrosia

[Guu]

The sun peeks over the hills that surround the valley, slowly bathing the streets of Ambrosia with a stream of light. Not a single cloud was in the sky and the birds sing for what will be another beautiful day.

The sun travels all the way to Guu’s mansion where is pours into the windows of her bedroom. She lay sleeping, her eyes half open. When the sunlight touched her exposed eyes, she shifts awake, groggily sitting up and rubbing the dust out of her eyes. She stretched her arms out into the air, touching the ceiling. She climbed up onto her feet and made her way out the door.

She felt somewhat accomplished this morning. Maybe the introspection the night before really set her head straight. Whatever it was, she felt almost invincible.

Making her way out of the mansion into town, she noticed some of the citizens waking up themselves, clamoring out to the middle of town where Trisha was setting up a free coffee stand. Guu had heard horror stories about Trisha’s coffee but to those who drink it, there weren’t that many options.

“Coffee! Get your coffee! Low low price of state funded!” Trisha yelled enthusiastically. Several dozens of the teens walk like zombies towards the booth. Some of them down the luke warm bitter brown liquid in one gulp just to get it over with, others dump loads of sugar in the stuff in hopes to drown out the horrid flavor, to no avail.

Suddenly, one of the teens, a short kid with messy brown hair and a shirt that reads “farming sucks,” run in from the south, looking both frantic and excited. He approaches Sylvia’s side and whispers something in her ear. He places something in her hand which she examines carefully. She whispers a question to the kid which he responds with a nod.

She steps forward and shadows another teen. She hands him a fruit that looks like a raspberry but an odd teal color.

“Do me a favor and eat this without spitting it out.” She said to the teen. He glances at her nervously. “Don’t worry, it’s not poisonous.”

Reluctantly, he reaches out and picks it up. Slowly, he brings it up and pops it into his mouth. As he grinds it against his teeth, he has a look of pure disgust on his face. After a bit of prompting, he swallows, sticking his tongue out in revulsion. She suddenly hands him a cup of coffee.

“Drink this to wash it down.”

Not even questioning it, he quickly grabs the coffee and gulps it down. As the liquid runs past his tongue, he dons a look of shock. He pulls away from the cup looking surprised.

“This coffee is delicious!” He said in utter amazement.

Sylvia looks at him with a heavy level of satisfaction. She turns to face the larger portions of the crowd and speaks loudly, holding one of the fruits up high.

“This fruit is called Dame. Our parents were experimenting growing it.” She says, excitedly. “This fruit is so incredibly bland that it makes anything you eat right after taste like the best thing ever, no matter the quality.”

Everyone chatter as they comprehend the concept. Sylvia continues

“Every low grade restaurant in the Omniverse will want this, and the orchard in the south field is ripe! Salvation is at hand Ambrosians! Today we harvest!”

Everyone in the crowd roars in celebration, then quickly die down as they realize they are being asked to do real work again.

“Move it!” She yelled.


Under Sylvia’s directions, people get to work, grabbing baskets and plucking fruit from Dame trees. Some of them were kind of begrudgingly getting started, while some were quick to get hands deep into the farm work.

Sylvia and Guu watch on from a distance, the former taking notes on a clipboard, the latter just kind of watching.

“This is the break we’ve been waiting for Princess!” She said gleefully, Guu slowly looking up to stare at her. “This will bring enough revenue to keep us afloat for a while!”

The princess was kind of relieved. She realized she must have already finally grown attached to this place if she actually cares whether it fails or prospers, but she was over that by now. She could just simply enjoy good news for a change.

However, the moment was quickly interrupted. The brown haired teen comes running up, huffing exhausted.

“More good news?” Said Sylvia casually.

“Not huff really. huff Well, huff more neutral than anything.” The boy said, he took a moment to catch his breath, then he turned his attention to Guu. “Princess! We have visitors! They want to meet you!”

Guu glanced at Sylvia, who returns the glance with a nervous look.

“I’ll handle this,” The princess says, then she turns to the boy. “Take me to them.”