Glena: Wow, I can't believe the throne is that big...is it done though? It's so hot here...I need to find a way to get out of this stupid cart.
Looking through the hole of the cargo, fascinated by the coronation and the fangs like ceiling where the throne lays upon that she never realized the vexation she might encounter on the narrow space. Turning her body again, pain from looking upon the throne at the small hollow wall on the side as she lay down hiding below the boxes. Covered with white textile, the smell is fruity but the degree can't stop her from sweating.
Glena took a glimpse outside the cargo, peering at another gap, it was dim but she can see haystacks all over the place. The smell of bread baking, stew boiling, fruits, and fermented foods. Too dark, no glimpse of light to reflect, she can hear the yelling of people at the bailey, and three talking castle guards standing at the opening afar. The kitchen is behind them with a wooden door, this is sketchy for her.
If I move, will they notice? Knights can be heard tattle talks beside the sconce torches.
Multiple Guardsmen: Will you be joining the joust? I don't think so if you're not my combatant. I'll rather be on that bat riding thing.
Exchange of laughter echoes in the dark hallway beside the curtain wall near outside the main bailey. Creaks, she stepped out of the boxes inner floor wagon can be heard luckily only by her ears. Quickly as possible before the maid and cooks get ingredients for their recipes to be served behind schedule. Cobwebs put glue in every direction, stirring the walls for any hindrance on her path. Strolling, wherever she finds something maybe a door to go to or an exit to escape to.
I should've stayed home.
Breathing heavily she came down steps, nearly tripped the dredged stone stairs, can't see anything walking somewhere reflected by the body of darkness blocking the route. Boiling she heard, boiling of something gooey, thicker than a stew. Smells like an actinic burn smell that prickles your nose in every breath you snuck in.
She heard it, something's down here, the odor of lavender she smelled earlier in the morning is now the conflicting one, dreading her nostrils, stinks. As she gets closer, desperate to be gone from the darkness she begins to tolerate the smell by covering her mouth as well as the nose with both hands. Murmuring of a dead soul-like voice she can hear clearly through her mind.
Am I chained by a ghost? They're everywhere. Step away, darkness. Step close, fearfulness.
Over and over she mouthed as she steps in the vicinity, gathering her prowess spirit into the cold mist [https://img.wattpad.com/ebb583fbfb392a8d1f107dd96a5f951cbd7b8a34/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f34756d394439374d4147657644773d3d2d313130383336303539372e313730386535333931323364653436383430303432373832333334362e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Over and over she mouthed as she steps in the vicinity, gathering her prowess spirit into the cold mist. Terror enfolding in her arms, worse than earlier untimely this morning in front of her house that dark presence, strong essence. Eerie she can hear, now nothing, there's never a something she can hear at the forthwith. The smell of fine powder, looking back, darkness crawling in her back, and never turning her eyes back. Forges of torches fettered on the walls it casted light upon the cold corridor, puddle of waters lying separated on the floor, wetting her sandals.
Jester: HEY!
It bumps the sound through the walls of a whispered shout by a small tone like a Punchinello's voice. Sound of a man pitching, timbering his voice trying to sound like a woman. A smile she can see at the dark then the fear it pours, dragging oneself along to the floor into her feet, heavy as seemed to be bound by a chain. Running back at the darkness she saw nothing, the nerves she tries to attempt using be gone, and fear she can't control tried to eat her soul whole.
Jester: Don't run little girl.
Laughing as the dark-figured man chases her. Glena started tearing up from her eyes, crying for her life as she runs through nothing bat pure blackness of time
Glena: HELP ME!
Darkness wolfed her, nothing else. The torches are gone behind her, no more gossiping people, and a wooden door vanished from her eyes but the fast incremental footsteps of one's chasing her is bringing Glena's hair with cold sweat on her terror-stricken face. She screamed at a top of her lungs, turning her head back where she runs ignited her tranquility. There go her teary wet eyes by the cries came to shrivel. The torches appeared like a sudden, the darkness shrunk and die away as she turns her head forward onto the infinity.
Jester: Hi, there! Don't be scared, I have a surprise for you.
The beauty of one's weapon is enough to win the eyes of many crowds.
An entity is drawn from the edge of the wall far down the corridor, seemingly showing the multicolored glowing swords floating in the current of air, exuding with magic within it lighten [https://img.wattpad.com/21ae3abe9595c66691d3caa6b7ab71cfc487eb55/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f62436d374265762d68616e3970773d3d2d313130383336303539372e313639373063613339353538633139613134383431353039353132312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
An entity is drawn from the edge of the wall far down the corridor, seemingly showing the multicolored glowing swords floating in the current of air, exuding with magic within it lighten. The sky floated the light as if it calls the attention of the sunshine. She's the only thing that can be seen in the darkness at the further side, her legs at the floor ahead gazing towards the long hallway. It's so sudden, shock still wrecking her guts, struggling to get on to her bare shivering feet.
A cloud of glitter-like dust blew up from behind, morphing as it sounds and she felt breathing in the wake of the darkness. A man with a blue cape and skinny black-red checkered trousers clothed with a blue and yellow motley of a figure appear after her very eyes. A tall colorful masked jester casing with a dreadful smile, the hole which pokes to his daunted eyes is his swaying orange hair underneath the fool's cap.
A tall colorful masked jester casing with a dreadful smile, the hole which pokes to his daunted eyes is his swaying orange hair underneath the fool's cap [https://img.wattpad.com/34d7a67c0a7688d6160ac2c1c3de8883743ef190/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f7a544264426a6b717a626e7a35673d3d2d313130383336303539372e313639373063613539626461343136393630393035393232373733322e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Jester: Choose.
The jester grinned and swayed his cape in front of her. Hanging and clings the sword she sees, and some of it floats away from it riding the mist. A fool's voice expected from her mother's tale reading, teasing tone whether she will agree or will flee from the dungeon cold as his surprise. Glena gazing into the jester, she was filled with laughter as well as horror she senses upon his beating heart, recognizing him from her bedtime tales while the man looking through the peer of himself.
A mask painted smiling on which conceals into that curve a million sad memories, she stare at the jester's blue eyes like an unpolished sapphire. She recognized him, this is the man on the books she read together with Garred, maybe now the tales are needless to read.
Glena: Yes! I know you! I've seen you on the books, the tales! Can you do the magic tricks? The bird from your shoes, Can you make an ice sculpture of me like what you do on the books?
Glena responded, amazement showering in her heart. The cold halls of the dungeon no match the heat of love after the fear she overcomes.
Jester: Oh? You know me eh? Everyone in this palace has read the tales of the Jester little girl, but since this is your first time seeing me, there's no surprise that you're scared. It's not surprising that you know me little girl~"
Interrupted the foolish voice speaking to her earholes that knells.
Glena: I'm not a little girl anymore! I loved you on the books but stop calling me that! you sounded stupid compared to what I read.
She shouted on his face, disgusted by the silly words.
Jester: Be careful who you talk to eh, I'm more than just a fool. You never know what a jester's going through eh? The tales are giving the interpretation of paying no heed of my life and not writing down the real dirty land I'm walking to and make people look stupid to anything they believe, falsely. BUT! To be the first question, why are you here? Little. girl?"
Let out a pummel and punch to the jester, annoyance build up the strength to the coil of her fist. She can't take it anymore being called a rugrat, she missed the hit.
*Phew* plume of smoke burst in her lead. He's lost within her eyes.
Jester: I'm here girl.
Blinked and vanished within the lump of violet smoke along with non-bloodthirsty little bats flew deriving out of the smog, beyond her eyes he vanished into thin air but the vital speed she got was impressive enough to make him stop.
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Jester: You're quick huh? I have never seen a girl with that speed in my entire life I see, you deserve something that nobody has ever had in the grip of their gloves when they fight. Let me ask you something first and listen to me when I talk okay?
Looking at her affixed while he steps circling the girl standing with his fingers on his chin from behind, looks as though thinking about something ominous or rather a reward. Speechless, can't say anything about what happened, the realization hit her in the way of seeing real magic in her view, visible.
Jester: Why eh? Why are you here? Did your mother tell you that never a kid should be in a palace yes? That cart you hang into that had the two drunken imbeciles trying to inflict pain to you. Hmmm... What a gorgeous little girl giving a nut smack to the nincompoops eh? fighting for her life just to disobey one's parents I see.
Glena's confusion and astonishment cannot fold into her heart as she stands there, can't move by her fear, breathing heavily that pumps his breast up and down.
How did he know all of this?
Jester: Ohhh! Good question my little friend. My bad not to mention that I can hear one's thoughts through their heads, everything you think eh? I know who you are from bottom to top and It only takes one simple assiduousness then I can see a person's destiny and what a person can imagine.
Baffled, she never saw sorcery never be forgetting like that before on a person who's only known to fool and make everyone laugh inside a nobleman's house, on a court, or public. Magic only exists on tales it says, maybe not anymore as his existence lay moving beyond her frame of mind.
Glena: I guess the tales are true, exactly. she whispered.
Jester: How many times you said that girl. Yes, yes okay? I'm real, no tales anymore for it to be true ok? In front of you is the jester that never wanted to be seen by everyone, period.
She noticed that he still sounds silly even if he tried to be on a sequence about himself. Out of vivid curiosity, the color of him looking like a rainbow never teased her to question what emotion lied behind his mask. The dungeon seems to be somewhat desolated, the dark rock-formed hallway beneath the castle containing nothing but the jester a surprise, torches at the wall beating the chills of the abandoned platform, and nothing more. Unanticipated, she spat out a question from her rowdy mouth.
Glena: You told me to pick a weapon right? You said I deserve it, how on the gods above knows that? Do I deserve a weapon like this?
Brushing his thumb and index knuckles at his mask's chin while his right arm is raised getting a drift of the godly weapons and him, giving a forbidding gaze it shines like a devil, staring at her still with his jester silly voice.
Jester: Hmmm, little girl you seem to can't remember stuff, don't you? Will I give this to you without any reason? The chosen one, or the other. I took it as it's my only opportunity, my girl. Don't be scared yes? Do you know what an Extrasensory perception is? There's no such thing as losing the opportunity that you got right if you always have it.
He squicked like what an idiotic person speaks. Glena, not knowing what the jester's talking about. A jester can fool you in some way, but not on the other.
Glena: What are you talking about? And why are you looking silly but there's magic on you?
Glena concluded many questions that doesn't really have to be in the being of time, wasting it on every drop of words come pouring out of her rowdy curious mouth.
Jester: Well, Glena. Whatever your appearance is, there's always magic behind your hallowed soul. I know this is not bargained for, I will make this quick. Now choose.
I can hear one's thoughts through their heads. I know who you are from bottom to top and It only takes one simple assiduousness then I can see a person's destiny and what a person can imagine.
Afloat the multicolored swords again dancing on the wind. Glena, heaving up her wrist, the cold is terminating beyond the dungeon walls. No exception and question, seizing the hilt, looking at the sheath it beams blue like the sky under the fabric that engulfing it. Rotating, Magic one by one pops upon her eyes, the legend has it. Blue fire embers shifting to the floor, fascinating the shards of flicker of the wizardry of the blade, smiling, doing her liking taking a good hard look at the broadsword.
Blue fire embers shifting to the floor, fascinating the shards of flicker of the wizardry of the blade, smiling, doing her liking taking a good hard look at the broadsword [https://img.wattpad.com/7bc4502a17234fa650c04ffda427e533b5f57122/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f5f624c7a63754e64325932597a413d3d2d313130383336303539372e3136393730636266666437613166383334383037303534363030322e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Glena: My father never wanted me to hold one, how am I supposed to hide this?
She asked worrying. Not a second, the iron melting of the grip. The steel melted like lava flowing on the floor, the broadsword's royalty it dazzles upon its fall, bending easily like a fork. Long Broadswords are used in battles for ages, not a part of the history written a blade melts from the rain guards to the pointy end with one cold nudge. It regenerates like a lizard's amputated limb, reformed slowly to darker, smaller steel. A Dagger.
Glena: It changes, it's smaller.
Jester: True it is my girl. A man or a woman, like you in the future, can hold it unless you deserve it. Since I know the fullness of time of ever person, I can see, you deserve it. Let's test the enchantment before you get caught. Cut it, do it once girl. I'll show you one of the supernatural essences of my arsenals.
Removing the jester's gloves of its right hand whereas the other he keeps. Laying it in front of her eyes, it sweats. The jester whispered off the gloom. From silly sounds to tonality of terror prowling out of his mouth, gone deep through his throat, still staring at Glena. Heavy pierce of the contact she swings with swift, slits onto the pulse, burst out with blood. Flowing out of the wrist viscous blood, a pain unrushed beaming to the fire and in front of her.
Cracking from the sleeves of his tight clothes, the stain of blood turning frozen throughout the fabric [https://img.wattpad.com/86a67e43f9915e976927452c37707ba7db5a6272/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f42355938666c50463554334d71773d3d2d313130383336303539372e313639373064323537313234396131623833333939373836363034352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Cracking from the sleeves of his tight clothes, the stain of blood turning frozen throughout the fabric. Glacier-like color-forming his hand non movable at the point of numbness it cages his whole hand, frozen. Heavy lump of frigidness colder than the aura of the dungeon. "Did it hurt?" Glena asked stammering.
Jester: Not at all little girl. Take it off and watch this fall into pieces if it's alright.
Much crumbles of ice fell into the floor it rains solid including his frozen flesh, he insisted, clicking the sounds as it gets to the bottom of the shards. Looking down Glena as well as the other, the red blood morphed blue like glacier stalactites, hang down and stiff cold as it is. The secret of the tales it may be but she never read the part of it. The hand regenerates, a smoke surfed out shifting nothing but a new right hand.
Glena: Don't ever tell or give a chronicle about what you are, we are, doing right now. It wasn't the time to tell everyone the truth, that time will unfold, and that time is the time where someone can be put onto the hecatomb to let everyone out of the chain beyond centuries, it will only take one of you. But for now, this the business, now follow me.
The jester walks down the halls of terror after his slight calm voice.
Glena came behind him still dumbfounded at the power he possess and wondering what lies beyond why they're going on the right aisle. Nowhere a words they can hear, the burn and the footsteps itself it is. Turning right, much wider room, and at the furthermost part is a wooden door. Pitch dark before the door, dimmed by the foregoing forging lights they step onto. Glena hesitating, whether he can trust the man or not.
Glena hesitating, whether he can trust the man or not [https://img.wattpad.com/cbddffbf964627bcc7f9abfb2e08f219bb82a899/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f66394a5832793237782d674e31773d3d2d313130383336303539372e3136393730643534626539363365653437373338333731363831352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Glena: Where are we going?
Jester: You, little girl. I want you to step onto the land where the dead only knows, I propose to you that you should be alone as you will not harm the chosen. The truth lies upon you as you step beyond the clouds of the dead. That, my girl, is not a toy a kid is playing with, that weapon is not only used to cut a man's flesh, but a key.
He sighed and got in a fluster as he prays that she might not obey or even want to hear the devotion of magic. The fool was making a hard clutch at the door as if he's thinking if this was the right idea, twisting the iron like bending soft.
Jester: Bring the sword that I gave you, the fatal is the fate who is negligent to keep one's precious gift. And finally, you will know it, you will see it, you can show it and... You will never know who I am unless you go there.
The jester opened slight the creaking door, he still looks at her, unaffixed the emotion as the shift from smile to sadness. A huge pot can be seen, she was hardly worth mentioning. The smell is putrid identical to a rotting carcass with a fondle of a burning freesia. Without a moment, an explosion wrecking the door. A purple mist swallowed her whole body in a sudden, her vision flutter, the world she steps and glances into, shifted to another firmament dimension.
Stars-like she saw and a huge mass of eye staring down at her, monster she hears bringing terror and growls swallows up her entire shaking body afloat on the far side of the dark abyss beside a glowing artifact she can't describe [https://img.wattpad.com/80c12fab63dac3bd6c3ff23dd0961ca9ee85f023/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f5a5936455a5a7032586769734d513d3d2d313130383336303539372e313639373064353832616132616664373538383032313830313934312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Stars-like she saw and a huge mass of eye staring down at her, monster she hears bringing terror and growls swallows up her entire shaking body afloat on the far side of the dark abyss beside a glowing artifact she can't describe. Bubbles, corals dancing surrounds her. Where she was, unexplainable, I can't speak, shouting from the heart cannot throw from her mouth the fright where she lay deep onto emptiness it freezes. A deep cryptic voice, reverberating dense can be heard as such as if Glena's ears about to burst.
COME. AND. JOIN. US.
Over and Over again.
Over and Over again, the voice getting deeper and deeper. louder and louder. Bump her butt on the concrete like she fell from the sky, drowsy she sees her house, shaking as like an earthquake occur. Morphed into her home, came back to the safest place she has known, remembering everything. Holding a grasp onto the hilt, checking if the 'key' to the 'clouds of the dead' the jester said is still resting on her trousers.
It was bright and sharp from the moment she latches onto it. She cast her mind back to the coronation, the real Jester whom she bury oneself on the legends it tells, the god-like voices as deep as the abyss, the place under, cold, the stones as bright as the sun and the gates as blue but still as the ocean. Unexpectedly bright, she can't count how many, there is too many.
Unexpectedly bright, she can't count how many, there is too many [https://img.wattpad.com/3faaff7290ec2cf7dec923c8d7c297b2f18782ac/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f7872737961496d453333443954673d3d2d313130383336303539372e313639373064373036323237313933313537343337383032383639372e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]