My Multicolored Cloak

Summoned

Meanwhile, Dimentio waited in his prison cell, not expecting to ever see the light of day again. He wasn't given a trial, so he really had no idea what his sentence would be, nor did any of the other prisoners. He had asked Trivia if she could somehow tell, but she couldn't, so that was a bust.

However, after many days had passed, there was the creaking of footsteps. Dimentio had been half-awake, so he didn't even notice when two people stopped before his cell door and swung it open. Trivia had to help wake him up, and even then he was confused.

The two people approaching him were clothed in deep red cloaks, making Dimentio immediately grow uneasy. Dimentio rubbed his eyes as he tried to process what was happening. The two figures in red cloaks looked like they meant business, and Dimentio couldn't help but wonder what they wanted with him. He tried to ask them what was going on, but they remained silent, their faces obscured by the hoods of their cloaks.

They quickly handcuffed his hands and started leading him away. A few of the other imprisoned jesters and magicians woke up and watched with wide eyes as he left. Dimentio could feel their fear, and an overwhelming thought suddenly crossed his mind.

Am I going to be executed? 

His shoulders grew tense as he followed the two people leading him up a set of stone stairs, his heart racing in his ears with each step he took. His life started flashing before his eyes. He never foresaw himself being executed like this, but he never foresaw himself being sold to be a jester either. He never foresaw the man in green dying this quickly. Life was far more unpredictable than he ever thought it would be.

He didn't know where the execution chambers were, so he didn't raise any questions when the two cloaked figures led him outside and away from the palace. He assumed that there was a public square or someplace outside the castle where the deed would be done. 

"Trivia, I'm scared," Dimentio whispered. "Does dying hurt?"

The brisk pace his retrievers were walking at was hard to keep up with.

"Usually executions are fast," Trivia assured him without even pausing to use her tattle ability. "I... I'm sure you won't feel much." 

"Oh," Dimentio muttered, trying to be comforted by the fact. He wasn't. He would have preferred not dying at all. Even a life locked in a cell for all eternity was still a life. Death was its own prison.

The two cloaked men continued walking until they were at the kingdom's borders. Only then did they seem to let their guards down. They both took off their hoods, revealing dark blue and black hair and deep blue skin.

"Made it," one of the men said, high-fiving the other. "Ha! And Blumi said this would be hard."

Blumi? Dimentio thought.

"Oh, he's always dramatic," the other man, who happened to be a girl, said with a giggle. "It's a family thing."

Dimentio frowned, then shook his head, a mixture between lost and relieved.

"Wait, wait, wait, what's going on here?" he meekly asked. "Am I being kidnapped?"

"No, you're being borrowed," the guy corrected. "Blumiere requested your presence. Once you're done, you will be returned to your cell."

"Oh," Dimentio muttered. "And Blumiere is...?"

"Wait, what? Seriously? You DON'T know who Blumiere is?!" the girl exclaimed, looking almost offended.

Dimentio felt guilty as if he said something wrong. But he wasn't sure exactly what it was he did that was so upsetting to her. Was he SUPPOSED to know who Blumiere was?!