When Fate Favours Comedy - I'm Its Seeming Jester (2)

[ Flashback – The skies were bleak as rain pelted down on the already muddy ground below. A youth could care not one bit as his attention was fixated on a log fire blazing on in its deluge. A top burning could be seen the silhouettes of a body charred black similar to coal.

The tears ran down his cheeks yet of all the countless bodies around there was not one that offered him a hand around the shoulder. No seeming warmth or affection, the day was cold but they made the rain feel like snow. Still, he looked for one face, yet he never came. When the last log turned to ash and the rain finally having found victory he made his way to his manor. His eyes scoured as though searching for something which previously he might have not noticed.