The Tarot's Forgotten History

0 - The Fool

The Fool's meaning:

New beginnings, optimism, trust in life

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The fool was always, and will always be, a fool. Nothing or no one can change that. Everybody knows it for a certain. Even at a young age The Fool was to forgiving and trusting into strangers. No one could befriend him nor trust him for fear of loosing everything they had possesed. He would always venture off into weird places and get hurt, but he was persistant and came back everytime but with always more injuries than before. They said Death was at his door, but she never knocked. The villagers were certain he would open the door to her too, without a doubt in his heart. In his failings he we always get back up on his two feet and try again without any plan, without thinking why he failed. Maybe he had no brain. Nobody knew. He was secluded, everyone in the village wanted him gone.

"You are banned of this village! Begone!" they said.

The Fool not understanding the exact meaning did so. He wondered across the lands to find something new, he had a lot of optimism. He trusted his heart to guide him anywhere and everywhere. This foolish man had to restart from scratch in a new village. "Fool's Town" They called it. Fitting for him. Seeking help and shelter he ran across the whole village trying to find someone to talk to. After what seemed to be hours he finnaly found an inn. It was as if almost the village was empty inside. But not at the inn, It was packed with people. Man, women and even children celebrating. Nobody was excluded from this party. You could almost say the animals were dancing outside too. The Fool joining in went to the bar and asked about this fun party they are having. The innkeeper's response was simple, they were celebrating this year's town anniversary. The Fool decided to join in on the fun. They celebrated the town and a new villager that night. At first, he had to sleep in the inn because thay had to build him a house. It wouldn't take long since the whole village could join in on the construction. In this town everyone had a huge smile and so did The Fool, but they had something menacing behind theirs. But he never noticed, he was smilling because he discovering something new, but not them. Almost a killing intent behind the wonderful smiles. He knew nothing and he would never know or notice. After a couple of days, The Fool's house in Fool's Town was now built and he was extremly happy, so were the inhabitents. Party! They held another huge party for The Fool's house and hard-work in his house, something he had never done before. Everyone was invited, there was booze, lots of good foods and lots of talk about him. The inn was packed untill the morning where almost everyone had woken up but one, The Fool. He had woken up in a cell. Chained by the hands and feet. Nothing would make the chains move, they were too heavy for his miniscule and weak body. "Oh boy! A new adventure!" He thought in his lonely cellar. It wasn't as lonely as he saw at first. There was skeletons on the ground, a lot at that too. But The Fool didnt know what life had for him, he saw her, Death staring into his soul, comtemplaiting his life and accomplishments. But she turned around saying he wasn't ready for the sweet release of life. "Everyone struggles in life. Now, get out of this place before I come back!" As her last words faded away in the darkness, the door opened and The Fool's chains unlocked. Not knowing what really happened he stayed stayed there sitting on the cold ground. Realizing what just happened he ran off out of his cell, climbed up the stairs to see what was around him. Nothing. There was nothing. But for some strange reason, he had still his newly built house. Fearing his life he took as little as he needed and ran off. He ran for days and days to come. Untill he had met a cliff and under this cliff was the sea. The Fool, thinking he was safe decide to stay there, as his new house. He lived on many years to come and he was beloved by animals and the like. One day, this foolish man decide to contemplate the sea by sitting on the edge of the cliff. Death whispered at him that day. The cliff's edge broke and he fell down to what he had not seen. Big and powerfull rock spikes formed by humans to kill any humans foolish enough to challenge death. Falling down to the bottom, ending his life. As Death came by to take the soul of this innocent man, she had seen the horror in the way he died. Impaled by spikes, one directly through his skull, two in his chest and two others in his legs.

"What a foolish man he was..." whispered Death to herself
"Be free atlast from the pain" she continued...

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Alright so I'm going to tell you why Death as this character is a "her". I took inspiration from French where they say:  "La faucheuse" or even "La mort". Also in french Death is a word that is feminine, well not really. Its like a female word. French is weird. Table is female, Chair is also female, Plane is male and Bench is also male.
My point is French is weird and hard to learn.

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Thank you for reading this! I appreciate it! See you next time! Next tarot card is The Magician.