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Once upon a time, there was princess of a king who own the Dark Towers. She was the youngest of three. Her soul pure and open to anything. At night she would be visited by a mysterious Jester who would tell her things of her fathers future plans for her.....

She did her best to ignore the warnings. She came down the stairs one night for a drink and over heard her father along with others discussing the next gathering of Kingdoms. Upset, she ran up to her room crying. There in the darkness awaited the mysterious Jester laughing slowly. "I told you child, didn't I?" She looked up and nodded back. She grew angry and she did her best to sleep the night away... Upon the next few nights of her dress being made, she slowly altered it and adding something special to it.

Upon the night of gathering, she waited in her room finishing the last of what she wanted to be done. She waited to be the last one to show up. She stepped out of her room and began walking down the stairs slowly. As she approached the main hall, everyone stopped in their tracks and stared in amazement. Her father was shocked and in awe of his daughter. She came down the stairs and greeted everyone she could making her way to the main table and bowed to her father.

She danced with those close to her. She grinned everything a gentleman kissed her right hand unknowing of the dangers she possessed. Slowly dying by nights end. Before the evening was over she went to her father and bowed to him again and then hugged him close slowly pricking the back of his neck. Turning away and into the darkness she fled.

As everyone began to leave the main hall and the Dark Towers, the gentlemen stayed behind and converse amongest one another of the future plans. Slowly and quickly they began to die. In the shadows the mysterious jester laughed demonlike laughter in the shadows. Slowly disappearing into the mistrisses chambers waiting in the shadows. He called out to her. "So the deed has been done?"

She glance towards the sound of the voice and smiled widely. "It has indeed." She ran out to the top of the Towers and stepped on the ledge feeling the wind blowing against her.

The mysterious Jester laughed as she ran out and faded back into the shadows. Moments later she returned to the Main hall and saw all the blood on the ground and the heads of the gentlemen on spikes. The Jester sitting in the throne with her fathers head upon his septer with a massive grin across his face chuckling.

The end