You were a jester, always trying to cheer up the King, Teryon, but always met with a frown. You were a popular jester, though! You never failed to make people laugh, even if you did offend them purposely. Jesters make fun of people and enjoy chaos, after all.

Next to Teryon's throne, you always saw the moon and sun, Lunar and Solen, the witch glaring at you, while the mage snickered at your antics. Lunar seemed to like you, Solen...not so, just like Teryon.

The jingle bells on your fool's hat and shoes jiggled as you walked down the long and luxury hard, decorated with plants, gold and a long red carpet. You were on your way home after a long day of mischief, after causing a scene in the garden.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps, getting louder and closer with each step you took. You didn't look around, you didn't want to, but the voice made you freeze.

"Where do you think you're going?" Solen asked coldly, not giving you time to react as she grabbed you shoulder and turned you around to face her, her eyebrows furrowing in annoyance as she frowned. "Do you think you can just walk away after that jest you pulled in the throne room, little jester?" the sun witch spoke irritably, her grip tightening on your shoulder.