Jingle

Chapter I : The Court Jester

The king's mouth burst open as a hardy laugh escaped his mouth. He was a plump man with his hair cut short. He is known throughout the land as being cruel and unfair. Queen Matildis expressed a happy feeling with only her eyes , she was the cutest woman across the kingdom , that is why King Wylymot chose her . She had light blue eyes and long , soft , black hair. She didn't exactly want to marry him , but that would be risking punishment.

The court jester , known as Jingles throughout the court , added a fourth curved knife into the juggling act, creating a big "ooooohhhh" passing through the crowd. Jingle's squeaky voice formed the words "Thank you ! , Thank , you, everyone" he paused between each word on the last thanking . He took a swift bow , the 6 bells on his hat jingling . That is actually where his nickname " Jingles" originated.

His real name is Basuin. Basuin's painted smile got bigger when he actually smiled. He put all four green , curved knives into one hand and put them in the strap wrapped around his purple and black suit . Basuin sprinted out of the room to the jesters quarters...or, at least they thought he was going.

Basuin was actually walking to the garden , not many people were granted access to the garden, but jesters had special rights. He leaned on the wooden door with metal strips on the upper portion and the lower portion. He slid his hand up the wall as he listened for any sign of people in the room , most likely because there distracted watching the show in the court. "Good" Basuin thought with a smile , he didn't want to wait for this. His hands found the cold handle, and his fingers slowly , but strongly wrapped around it. Basuin pulled back and opened the door .

The garden was one of the few places in the court yard with natural light coming in , no need for a torch. Basuin slowly sat down on the mud. He used his bare hands to scratch into the mud , the sun beating down on the odd looking jester suit . His fingers shifted a bit until a sudden " Clank" came from the dirt .

How could dirt make noise ? No , no , it wasn't the dirt , Basuin's hands had hit the end of a shovel. He put his other hand on it and pulled it out of the mud. He picked it up and shifted it up and down as if he was weighing it. Eventually the jesters vocal cords formed 5 words , five horrible , horrific words escaped Basuins mouth that day.

"Now to dig the grave." the words sat in the air as if it had been carved into the wall there. His squeaky, scratchy , voice turned into a deep raspy one. He took the spade and shoved it into the mud , stepped on it to go deeper, then pushed down, and pulled out , then dumped it , starting a dirt pile. " About 700 more .." Basuin thought .

Meanwhile , a family was mourning over the loss of there 15 year old daughter, Malina... she was mysteriously murdered by an unknown suspect . Her father, Hunfray, who was a short , skinny , scrawny and to be honest a bit dimmed down in the intelligence area of things,  had found her dead in her bed room with 6 deep stab marks , and a small jingle bell inside the pool of blood beside poor Malina. It all made no sense.

Who would be psychopathic enough to stab some one exactly six times , and leave a jingle bell from a jester's hat beside her ? A jingle bell ... A jingle bell ! Why ? Who would even take the time for this ? So many questions were flying through Hunfray's head. But for now it was time to schedule a funeral .

Basuin finally made a nice even grave. Now all he needed was a body to fill it with . Oh , what an adventure this will be .