The Jester

274 AD

Lark was still running, but sometimes, had no choice but to hide from the circling knights, and detour to avoid the fire that was spreading in the village.

"I hope Mom and Dad is safe"

cough cough~

As he coughed he could see a figure in the smoke of a burning house.

This figure was hanging upside down from the edge of the roof, seeing such a bothering sight Lark stopped.

'Ths hell is that?'

As Lark squinted his eyes to see clearer and to prevent the ashes coming from his sorroundings.

"Ahh! Childrens~ such curious beings~"

"They see a clown~ they stop and laugh~"

"And so the clown~ stabbed their tiny cute little voicebox hehehehe~"

A playful tone could be heard from the figure as it suddenly moved and a sharp stinging pain could be felt in Lark's left thigh.

"AAAAHH!"

Feeling such a pain for the first time, the child fell and screamed in a twisted voice as the saliva and ashes clogged his throat. He felt the weapon that stabbed him and looked at it to see that a bloody card was stuck in his thigh.

cough cough~

"The son of Lucas, huh?"

"Well I'm pretty sure he'll be here soon"

"So let's have a nice little chat for now shall we?"

The man in a jester like clothes, said in a happy tone as he creepily skipped over to Lark, snapped his neck and brought his face closer that had a half happy and half sad mask on.

"Ohhh! such tragedy~ for the misfortune!"

"Yet a happy occasion for the others~!"

"What a cruel and wonderful world we live in~"

The Jester looking man said as he made exaggerating gestures that you see in a theater play.

"Wh-who are you?"

Lark said, as he endured the pain in his lungs and thigh, he stubbornly stood up.

"Glad you finally asked~!"

"And here I thought I was performing in front of an ignorant crowd that doesn't know true entertainment"

The man said eerily somber and straightened his back.

"Clean your ears and focused your attention on me lil boy~"

"For I'am the one and only true 'Jester' that the world only needs"

"What is entertainment~when there is no tragedy, no blood to be spilled, and no audiences to see~"

"For a fool like me to be born, solely for entertainment~"

"People themselves seek pleasure to others misfortune~"

"Yet~ they themselves does not want to be any part of it"

Hearing the famous name Jester, Lark couldn't help but widened his eyes and felt the pain in his whole body gone and replaced by the consuming fear that slowly creeped up from his heart.

Jester an assassin, who was one of the seven oldest member in the group 'crows' and probably the one you mostly don't want to get killed by in the group, as he gruesomely murders his target in front of the crowd in the middle of the streets, yet still manages to escape everytime.

Unlike the other members he doesn't care who he kills be they nobles or citizens and beggar as long as he set his eyes on you the 'character in his 'stage', he doesn't care about the age nor gender, once his done with his slaughter he would loudly acclaimed to the witnesses that this is merely an 'entertainment' to the people, and was made purely for enjoyment to the onlookers.

"Since there's no audiences, to be quench of their boredom"

"Let us wait"

The Jester said jumping as he played with a dagger that he took out of his sleeves.