I wrote a story about a dream I had last night. It ends short because my alarm woke me up. *aww* Comment it? Thanks ^^
I was sponsoring the Masquerade for the 14th year in a row. A rather decorative woman burst threw the doors, she was not invited. I had known, for I had given out the invitations myself. She moved her scarf around, revealing three steel blades on each end. She twirled around lazily, the razor-sharp knives on the end of her scarf dicing apart the crowd. She was slowly making progress towards me, the guards had been unable to stop her. She abruptly stopped her violent spins, and looked towards the floor. She whipped the scarf's ends at me, the knives plunging into my shoulders. The blood began to run out, and she looked up at me with the most maniacal grin I've ever seen. With a graceful leap, she flew into the air and landed in front of me. In extreme awe of this unnatural creature, I stood and proceeded to her. She greeted me with a very quiet voice, definately not the voice of a top-class killer. Yes, indeed she was the one on the wanted list. She was the Jester of Fate! Among the strewn bodies of the slain partygoers, we began to speak about the conditions on which I should not be slain as well. Finally arriving at a conclusion of bribing, I stood there bewildered as this woman flipped backwards towards the door with 300,000₤. Who had hired her I knew not, so before she left I spoke to her. "Who was it that hired you? I'll pay double for you to return and slay him, provided I am allowed to see his face in agony as his assassin slowly tears him to shreds." She looked at me, and with the calmest voice I've ever heard she spoke her simple, but powerful answer. "Nobody can hire me. I work of my own will." With that she was gone, I ran outside to find her but she had vanished in the increasing moonlight.
With the tradition of the Masquerade shattered, I returned to the citadel to warn the rest of the town. Upon arriving there, I found a note hacked into one of the stone pillars. "Speak, and for sure within a fortnight your head shall be hanging from the highest turret of your palazzo." My thinking clouded by the abilities of this woman, I turned and ran towards my home. No sooner had I arrived, I entered to find my two and only servants hanging from the ceiling. In a bout of both hatred and fear, I rushed to my vaults and took up a flask of wine. Smashing it open upon the wall, I drank to the unfortunate souls who were slain at the Masquerade. "I do not fear death." I spoke into the darkness. "The sooner I die, the sooner my legacy is born. You will be found, and you will be executed." A slow, shrill laugh echoed from the depths of the vaults. "Then I shall turn myself in at once. Perhaps you'd be as so kind as to 'apprehend' me?"
Taking her to the gallows the next day, she was prepared to be hung for the murder of over five-hundred people. The executioner pulled the lever, forcing this monster into the pit we know as Hell. She was not killed, rather she began laughing and speaking in a foreign dialect. "La main de la mort peut être évitée, mais aucun de vous ne sera si chanceux aujourd'hui !" Her rope snapped at the knot, and from within her shirt she pulled her scarf. She began to throw eachs of its ends into the audience, slaying those it touched. Her task accomplished, she leaped yet again and landed net to me. Kissing me gingerly on the cheek, she whispered into my ear, "L'amour peut être plus mortel que la mort". I noticed a sharp pain in my back, and as I turned my neck I discovered a small dagger lodged between two of the vertebrae in my back. With a slight grunt, I fell to the ground. I awoke later that day in the night, the dagger gone along with the Jester.
Reports of her were mentioned nearly every night, normally regarding a murder or assault. She wasn't to be seen by the likes of me again, perhaps that is a good thing or a bad thing. I arrived back at my home and began to clean up the corpses and the terrible mess she had made of them. With my limited interpretation skills, I later translated that which I could. There was something regarding both Love and Death, and some relationship between the two.
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