Splinterlands Fantasy Story and Music Contest // Week 20 - A Dark Revenge

The itsy bitsy spider
Went up the water spout
Down came the rain
And wash....

The crowd roared in laughter as the jester's song was interrupted by a bucket of water falling over his head. And after a moment of apparent surprise, the jester bowed, as the curtains closed.

That was the play's grand finale, and the company's owner was pleased; it was the second time they acted in the Citadel's annual fair, and the public's response had been pretty good! And to think how stressed he was when their usual jester disappeared without a word, on the last town they performed. Luckily for him, on the same day this new performer appeared, and he was handling the job perfectly.

A strange fellow, thow, he though, as he passed him by, dripping wet, making a small head nod as he continued his way without even stopping. Not once he had seen him without his performance clothes, and he kept singing that damn spider song.

But if the crowd was pleased, so was he.

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The company was to act again that day, in one of the nobleman's home. It wasn't something they would usually do, and the actors didn't seemed that pleased (apart from the jester) for not having the free night to enjoy the fair; but it was such a huge amount of money, that he just couldn't say no. And so in that night, off the company went, to entertain some of the Citadel's most proeminent men and woman.

The jester couldn't keep a grin off his face, as he entered the big house and started to amuse the guests.
The juggling and the magic tricks troughout the entire banquet made the delights of the audience, and when he jumped on top of the table and started to sing, everyone laughed and started to clap to the rythm of the song.

The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out

The spider wasn't pleased
She had to climb again
But patiently she waited
For there was much to gain

The company's owner frowned. Those aren't the lyrics! But no one seemed to mind, as the jester continued on his show, dancing and singing on the table top.

Climb the water spout
And wait, just wait
The itsy-bitsy spider
Has a little faith

They laugh and laugh
they feast and just don't know
The istsy-bitsy spider
Will make them suffer slow

The clapping faded as the last words were spoken, and although the dancing continued, the grin on the jester's face had disappeared.

The house owner tried to interrupt, smiling as to easy the mood as he spoke.

“Thank for the entertainment, but i think we...”

They think and talk and order
but the spout is finally dry
And now, itsy-bitsy spider
Is the time...

They DIE!

The screaming started even before the nobleman's body fell to the ground, the knife thrown by the jester carved in his throat.

An evil laugh was heard above the screams, as the jester looked at the confused and scared expressions, as everyone fled the table and ran for the doors, apart from the two guardsmen that drawn their swords and went for him.

"What in God's name have you done??" The company's owner shouted, still in shock, petrified where he stood, as the jester claimed two more victims.

And from the top of the table, he looked at him, blood dripping from the two blades in his hands.

"I must ask your forgiveness.You see, I needed you to be able to be here today. How unfortunately that I had to make your last employee “disappear”, but there was no other way. Then again, his fate was sealed long... well, your fate as well."

“What do you mean?”

“Many, many forthnights ago, a little children and her mother were slain. They saw something they shouldn't have, someone that did something he shouldn't have done. And for that, lives were destroyed. And since that day I long for revenge. You see... that child was my daughter. And that fat cow that lies dead over there, is the great grandson of the responsible for my family's fate.”

“Great grandson??” The man was confused. “But that's impossible, you'd have to be...”

“Old... very old.”

The company's owner felt a shiver in the spine, as he guessed the next words.

“Selling your soul to the Dark Eternals might seem hideous for some. For me, it was a small price to pay for my revenge.”

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Far in the Citadel, the bells started to be heard. An alarm was being sounded. And only then he realised he was the only one standing with the jester in the room, but screaming was heard on the streets.

The jester jumped to the ground, slowly walking to the door, still holding the knives.

“I have a gratitude debt with you. Your death won't be at my hands... but I can't talk for what's coming...”

And has he left the room, he started to sing.

The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out....

After a few moments, the man gained courage to leave the room. Still shaking, he was able to leave the house; and as the cold breeze touched his face, he understood the jester's last words. And the screaming that was growing in intensity.

Still far, menacing sillhouettes were coming. And no doubts of what they were.

Dark, scary, deadly spiders.

And not the itsy-bitsy kind.

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