The Jester and Trickster
"Hello dearie," the spiky blue haired man cackled in the dark room. "I see you've found one of my precious weapons." The timid girl with the black pigtails held a large golden rip-tire. Its wicked sharp spikes shone in the light of the moon through the window. Her large violet eyes stared in fear into the Jester's cold brown ones.
"You see dearie, I need that, or I can't do the family business. Otherwise daddy dear will kill us both, so just hand it to me please Tricky, just give to ol' Jessie now," the blue haired man cooed at the child, walking towards her, limping on his peg leg. Trickster took a step back from him, still holding the explosive tire.
A single word can make a difference.
"No!" cut clear through the room in a cunning manner, even though it is in a high pitch. "It's mine! Daddy gave it to me for my birthday last week." Trickster sat the golden weapon on the ground and reached for the pull string. At the same time, she pulled out a gleaming weapon out of her pocket. In a split second, Trickster pulled the string and aimed the gun at Jester.
In a deep mature voice the eight year old said, "You've seen too much, sorry not sorry." She pulled the trigger as the rip-tire exploded. Jester's body was mutilated.
She then turned to you and smiled wickedly, remembering you were watching the event play out, "About you too sis, sorry. I'll miss you, but you saw too much." Trickster pulled the trigger again, aimed at your head, and the world went black.
The Foolish King.
Once upon a Time, in a land not so far away, there was a Good King and his beautiful wife who did great things for their kingdom. Despite his accomplishments, many of the peasantry, and some of the nobility, despised him because his father was a man from a far off land whose skin was as dark as night, and who worshiped foreign gods.
One of those who despised the Good King was the court Jester, with pink skin and bright orange hair, he entertained many with his mean-spirited antics. Some of those words were directed at the Good King. His jokes and jibes started as merely playful, but over time became much harsher criticism of the Good King, almost to the point of treason. Many in the palace thought the Jester should be executed for his insubordination, but the Good King felt all should be free to speak their mind, even in opposition to him. Even so the Good King could not let him go on like this to his face, so he dismissed him from his role at court. The Jester was left to fend for himself in the kingdom.
Not far away was a neighboring kingdom with an Evil King. Their king had devious plans to conquer many small towns and villages in his periphery, but he could not. They were under the protection of the Good King and his mighty armies. So, he hatched a plan. Rally up support for Jester. Make his voice heard far and wide, to weaken the authority of the Good King.
One day the Evil King invited the Jester to come to the Evil Kingdom. He wined and dined him, and had beautiful women entertain him with showers of gold. The Evil King told him he would help the Jester take down the Good King for good.
With the support of the Evil King, the Jester became even more brazen. He spoke out against the Good King in the public square, and made a place for himself at the royal bird sanctuary, also known as the Twitterverse. There he spoke out against the Good King to crowds of like-minded folk, who also did not want their king to be a dark-skinned man whose father worshiped foreign gods.
The Evil King had one of his minions forge documents saying that one of the Good King's closest advisors, a former Good Queen herself, was secretly an evil witch who eats babies. The people quickly gathered their torches and pitchforks and had her burned at the stake.
Then the Evil King moved on to his next step- have the Good King overthrown and replaced by the Jester himself, crowned the Foolish King.
Once the Jester took the throne, he closed borders, ended trade, and persecuted anyone who spoke against him. He ignored the advice of the Sages and Mages, dismissing them as "so-called experts" and proclaimed that he knew better than they did about their fields of expertise. He attempted to solve problems within the Kingdom, but his advisors were all selected by the Evil King, so his solutions just made things worse.
He ordered all the witches, good and bad, to be taken and burned at the stake. The problem was the good witches were the midwives, apothecaries and healers who took care of the sick. As a result, plagues swept the kingdom killing thousands when they could have been cured with a simple potion.
He removed the regulations on how nobles treat serfs, which resulted in nobles beating and abusing their serfs, and even rounding up free peasants and forcing them into servitude.
While the Good Kingdom collapsed into sickness, poverty and misery, the Evil Kingdom spread, expanding from one town to another. With time the Foolish King realized what he had done. He lacked the ability to fix it, and he lacked the maturity to admit he was wrong. So the Foolish King hung himself in the throne room.
The Foolish King left a letter, addressed to all the people of all the lands:
"The Scribes blame me for everything but none of this was my fault. The Good King's ghost was undermining me from beyond the grave. Sad."
The people finally realized how great the kingdom was under the Good King, and how wrong the Jester was about him, but they realized it too late. The Good King had been beheaded, and the former Good Queen had been burned. The Evil King then had his minion forge documents saying the Foolish King named the Evil King to be his successor, thus uniting both Kingdoms under his Evil rule.
And they all lived deplorably ever after.