Mad Jester

Last.. The End, The Brother

I'm always recollecting our story, just like I tell you now. I lived in a large and loving village. That was until something, or I should say someone, unwelcomely invited themselves and interrupted the peace with their insane intentions. 

After the first deaths, I wanted to hunt down the Jester myself and put an end to his reign of terror after a fatal mistake I made. Then I failed again in doing so and became his little servant and errand boy. Overtime we had come to understand the little things about each other. A realization of what we truly needed from one another came to surface, but it also became our downfall. I failed for the third time to protect what was most important to me as it was sliced away. Mom and Dad never loved me, the people only loved the " hero" I made, but Jackson loved the real me. My entire quest was to find someone to show me love. How dumb was I to not realize that sooner? A beautiful, yet useless brotherly bond that was destined to die.

Now the people of the village are weary and cautious of me as I always wear my mask with my brother's strapped to my shoulder like a shoulder guard. They believe that I would follow my brother's path. I even changed my name as an omen to him, but I wouldn't let myself fall into madness such as he did. My mother even tries to mend what relationship we never had to change my perspective of things. Now I am known as the brother of the Mad Jester. But, ironically I'm not mad at myself.

At Least..

I don't think so