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It's ok to not explain everything. Not every villian needs an origin story. Not every MacGuffin needs it's logic laid out. Not every magic system needs a complex rule set.
People may ask for the details, you might feel pressured to get everything perfect and right, but remember fans thrive on imperfect media. Questions and what-ifs lead to fan theories and fanfic and fascination.
You're not writing an encyclopedia. You're writing fiction. Trust yourself and trust your reader.
Every King Needs a Jester
There once was a travelling magician jester, who went from place to place bringing joy, music, magic, laughter, and guidance to the people, making many friends along the way, no matter their race, skin, or status
The Jester loved all and always made a promise to return to their old friends. One day, the jester landed in a poor kingdom. It was nothing special of a kingdom, but they were new and had no clue about the world outside yet. So when they saw the jester come in with music and stand to wow the children and elderly, everyone felt color fill their world
Amazed by the jester's stories of their travels all across the lands and seas, the king himself befriended the jester. The jester saw how unaware of things these people were and sought a plan to make them smile forever more they taught them about hygiene, History, magic, and cuisine, lent them magical items to help with crops and other areas for defense against beasts
The Jester never stays in one place for too long, but stayed a whole year with the kingdom, till it was hard to believe how far backyards thinking they once were once the jester saw they were no longer needed announce to their friends they shall continue their journey anew the next morning leaving the king and others sadden by the knew completly forgetting their saviour was never one to stay
They got scared...what will they do without THEIR Jester, The fear got to them...the jester unaware didnt realized the more they stayed the more clingy and dependent they got of them, They were suprise to be invited to a party in their honor for once the jester was the one being entertainted and their heart never felt fuller, eating with their friends, clapping along with the music and joining in the dance...
Till they fell asleep and everything stopped and got quiet and dark
When they awoke once more, they found themselves surprised to be awake and standing up, and their body was on top of a device, limbs put in a pose in stand by, and their face covered by a mask...your skin was gone and replaced by porcelain, when you look down your friend the king stands below you discheveled and thats when you understood...you been tricked by your friends, they layed a curse on you to take form of giant music box, as the king made apologies and explained why they did this only when it was too late they realized what they did was wrong...seeing him break down to the floor and move your rewind your box were you able to speak
And told him that you were not mad at them, that you forgive them, but they gotta understand that they got other people to reunite and meet, they will stay another year teaching them more things that will make them feel more secure about their safety, but they MUST let them free once more...
The promise was made...a year hath passed, then another, then five, then 10. The little jester stayed in their music box, forced to sing and dance for others and sing about wanting to be free, as the new nobles, unaware of the song being true, and visitors all too entrained by the music, mecha jester, till the king was on his death bed
King*Is lying on his bed, with your box being put in his room for a final talk* I know you must hate me...b-but W-we were so scared about the thought of you being free and forcing your wrath after that second year...please my old friend, please forgive this old man who cant even move no more forgiveness I can't sent you free-PLEASE SAY SOMETHING PLEASE I BEGG-*Coughs and wheezes for air*
You simply stare down at him with no life in your eyes, as always, you don't sing for him or his wife, and the others are no more within the castle grounds, they're the only thing they have is your silence and gaze...
"I have forgiven you and the others on the first day I awoke in this form. I forgave you when I stayed another year in this form. I would have left you all and, in fact, come back for a visit because you were all precious friends...what hurt me was seeing you break your promise to me, seeing you use my gifts to show off to others like it was your own greatness...to not help others like you did before when you were young. You took my freedom. Because of you all, I couldn't keep my promises to other friends...I would have forgiven you in year five... ten or fifty years ago, but you let your greed and gluttony for more make you cowards; you were more of a king when you wore that small crown than you are now...You're nothing but a fool now, and you will die knowing you could have been forgiven and free from guilt and shame along with your family and others long ago. You all took my innocence with my freedom, and will do so to many others like myself now...Your whole kingdom is cursed by your own hands now. Your descendants will become worse and worse with each generation, and it's unstoppable now~"
The king could only weep in horror, realizing all that you said is true and will become truth...and when he died, the last thing he saw was your hatred, the same fate laid the queen and her offspring...till 800 years passed, your long forgotten in the same kingdom room, your myth long forgotten or rather...kept secret as the "World Goverment" sought that you being unleased would have catostrophic event's for them
That is... until a group of young boys crashes into your room window, who appear to be looting, one with black hair and freckles, the other blonde with missing tooth, and the smallest with a scar under his eye, they all look at you in awe...and that's when you saw the resemblance to an old friend in the littliest one...
Nika...
Next thing the five elders knew was..."The Jester" was long gone from their room, only the shells of porcelain that covered their bodies long gone, and their cursed mask broken along with a window
What do you guys think of this idea for au?-
Every king deserves a jester... especially the one who will be the pirate king,With the story, the powers you have come little by little; otherwise, what's the fun in that?
Should I continue this?
Yay
Nay
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