《The Tournament》Chapter 19: Childhood Dreams
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SCENE: Pan & JIlt atop a hill with a single orange tree overlooking a beautiful field. Pan exercises, Jilt reads under tree.
[Jilt] “Oh wow, doth look at you shooting for stars.”
[Pan] “You should come join me Jilt. Morning warmups.”
[Jilt] “No thanks, that looks oh so very tiring. You stay on your small patch of green doing push-ups or whatever in scorching star; and I’ll lay here under cozy dark shade that this tree doth grants with my juicy oranges, Sunday newssheet, and just relax, taking in field view’s beauty.”
[Pan] “Our eyes have gazed rigid fields since whence we’re six. It’s time thou live in it, come fair maiden. get dirt on your soft hands, relish nature.”
[Jilt] “Mine beauty’s pomp thou numb meat’s labor pass.”
[Pan] “Thou speaks with riches adorned on lying tongue, but thy forehead has curls that doth eclipse those worn on fading smile so thou should hark.”
[Jilt] “Be wary that hypocrisy is a poison on which shallow liars shalt wilt. Besides, mine elegance makes odd form work.
[Pan] “Of course, I’ll work, keep body young and spry while you wither yonder orange princess.”
[Jilt] “This sweet orange does taste rather wondrous.”
[Pan] “I think the tree is just perfectly ripe. I imagine to purse mine lips on such succulent treat would be joyous to do.”
[Jilt] “Mine sweet bounty is not for crass souls”
[Pan] “The field really does press the mind to awe.”
[Jilt] “Its beauty would be grander if thine sweaty body was not placed betwixt mine view.”
[Pan] “Sayest so that mine form makes vista’s gaze want? If one were new one could think thee a flirt.”
[Jilt] “Let’s thank that thou are not so new for mine haste words a tease, thou should not think thee large.”
[Pan] “Thine words a sharpened blade that shreds mine heart.”
[Jilt] “Well I am now going to read my news so do at least make aim to keep your rough strenuous grunts at a minimum kay?”
[Pan] “Let thy majesty’s words be mine true guide.”
[Jilt] “Is that mine ears that can hear thine eyes roll?”
[Pan] “Now thou complain that I can stir too loudly?”
[Jilt] “I am trying to read so now I would desire that thee shall hence marry silence.”
[Jilt] “Say Pan, have thee gone read the latest news?”
[Pan] “Nay.”
[Jilt] “He hath now born a child of his own blood.”
[Pan] “…I grant you mine condolence, art thou fine?”
[Jilt] “We should share blithe with him on joyous cause. The child a boy and donned the name of Wish.”
[Pan] “You joke!? That son-of-a-“
[Jilt] “Whoa, woah, you should slow down, I don’t think one is meant to do push-ups with such violent a rush. Thee might injure thine self; regardless, you need not give stress, it’s a cute name.”
[Pan] “What!? Are you joking with me? It is as if he were making a dense jester of you. Does thee truly withhold ill thoughts from him?”
[Jilt] “Can I really keep rage when thee doth train with dumb face like thee does as of current. Perchance we are jesters as you so say. Maybe we should simply move on like him”
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[Pan] “I would not dare to speak on thy behalf, but I say I have totally moved on.”
[Jilt] “Uh-huh, of course thee says that one doth says.”
[Pan] “Forgive that mine sour grudge remains fertile, but I think I have right to bear rancor.”
[Jilt] “And there it is. A small root pulled reveals a large gape wound; let thine free mouth run wild.”
[Pan] “Not once, not once did he ever return!”
[Jilt] “Did thee not think he may not have the time?”
[Pan] “Thine mind cannot believe thine own fabled words. And why am I the one who bears anger? Tis thee who should behold rancid juror’s venom. A child! With some damnable harlot, he could even bar face to name it Wish!?”
[Jilt] “Be not so rude to a damsel in love. I’m sure that she is a lovely woman.”
[Pan] “Really? Does thee not hide little envy?”
[Jilt] “Why taunt? What doth thee want from mine meagre soul? Doth want that I confess to a dark pine; a flat home tree that scorns the bloom of a proud kind flower, add to that a fair bud of great acclaim? Say I that this dark pine derides this bud that it never had met only on note that it still loves that bud’s marital pair, which the dark pine had not since met of eighteen years because that pair had to go save the world? I do not know how this dark pine would not appear as a woeful cheap weed in the story.”
[Pan] “Sorry, I meant to not conjure ill mind.”
[Jilt] “It’s fine, the world, callous, still moves forward. We should follow in suit, he lives a life of peace, we should then be happy.”
[Pan] “I guess you’re right his joy should be our joy.”
[Jilt] “Let’s shift topics, how was your vacation?”
[Pan] “I found the clotted forest mercenaries. A pair of kids they had were quite scary. I think I still manage to give those goons a good hard fright, they won’t ever come back.”
[Jilt] “Surprised there still some left alive out there. Thy rage upon parting seemed near boundless.”
[Pan] “Of course I was, no one will hurt our town. This town needs mine stern guard, not like he would come aid those kin, his sword too great for this simple village, hero, as if.”
[Jilt] “Doth we not have agreed our topic to shift?”
[Pan] “Anyways I had planned to end their game but stopped I was by that pesky duo of tough brats.”
[Jilt] “For thee to voice such praise they must have shown splendid finesse. Pray tell of these tykes’ age.”
[Pan] “If I were to predict, I’d say half mine.”
[Jilt] “Does this old man find aches matching the young?”
[Pan] “I still did win, just not enough to take every last one of the buggers to death.”
[Jilt] “Those sound not like the words of a victor.”
[Pan] “Their skill was truly startling and it was more than just one, a duo, I say, of those tiny fiends, if one did add their age they would then match that of mine own, that’s math right there.”
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[Jilt] “That is some math, see thee not mere muscle.”
[Pan] “Keep mind that our firm dual was not our own. I fought the rest of the nasty troupe en masse.”
[Jilt] “It hath only but been a long lone year.”
[Pan] “What doth thou speaketh of? This was last week.”
[Jilt] “Not that, clearly, I speak of the mokoi khan’s grand and rapid death but a year prior. I heard that the mokoi badlands are quite a far and treacherous journey, perhaps he hath not made complete the trip around.”
[Pan] “Now who is thee who holds her topics close? Doth thee prescribe to the fairy’s logic? It seems he hath the time to bear a child. I thought he teleported or some strange event like such so it must have then took no time at all for his crucial return”
[Jilt] “I read somewhere the thing that tails with the white witch and the structure at the bottom of the Ingress dungeon were the sole things that were inferred to use such a teleport. Perchance the man Doyen that hath returned has had his mind tampered which changes conduct.”
[Pan] “Thee harkens to conspiracy theories? Thou hast donated thine mind to the fairies! Why not commit and say that the mokoi khan lives and the white witch authored the war beyond history’s thin curtain shall we? Thine words are nothing but empty substance. The devadoots behold forces that can teleport, fair chance they aided him as a reward for his oh so heroic of deeds.”
[Jilt] “One can’t discern the means of a mokoi, and the witch’s strength is but a mystery.”
[Pan] “Okay, thou must end thine mental torture.”
[Jilt] “Give mine newssheet, I was trying to read.”
[Pan] “Thou was trying poison supplied by eye.”
[Jilt] “Well then thou lost any chance to taste orange.”
[Pan] “Mine body can live without a need for the flimsy blessing of the orange princess. Thine small weak arms never did hath the reach to grab all the oranges on this tall branch.”
[Jilt] “Not fair, thou stole mine ability to punish thee when thou then art so mean to me.”
[Pan] “I must agree, these sweet oranges are great.”
[Jilt] “I hope that the white witch lays curse on thee.”
[Pan] “Do not humor such thoughts or they may pass.”
Enter White Witch and companion from stage left.
[White Witch] “A fair concern to have given events.”
[Pan & Jilt] “…”
[White Witch] “I see that thou hast been startled by mine sudden entrance to thine lovely abode. Let me renounce thine fears, I am just here for words not for thine’s blood or tears…today. Oh no! how rude of me, I have not yet to introduce my friend or I to you. I am, as masses often do call me, the white witch, I’m not so fond of the plain name although it is quite apt don’t you agree? And she, is my yellow headbanded friend. You may refer to her simply as Pen. I would like to implore that thee not slight her name by calling her a thing thank you. Her use is much, much more than just a tool. In fact, mine Pen is very dear to me. She does not talk too much but she is kind once you take time to know her more personally.”
[Pan] “Why art thou here, what doth thee want from us?”
[White Witch] “It is not what I want from thee but what thee wants from me that has value to ask.”
[Pan] “And what, pray tell, doth we desire from thee?”
[White Witch] “To say in simple terms, revenge, although in truth, thou wants to save thy friend. Thy wishes are as mine wishes: revenge but salvation.”
[Pan & Jilt] “…”
[White Witch] “You see Doyen is not so well of late. He’s in great pain, fore more without action he is not long for our sad world. I am sorry for this, really I am partly at fault for his dire state, I did, after all, unshackle his heart from his soft body.”
[Jilt] “THOU HAST DONE WHAT TO MINE HUMBLE DOYEN!?”
[White Witch] “It was a necessary sacrifice. Thou does not need worry, he still holds breath, surprisingly well in fact, thou should see him, thou would be shocked by thine’s own spiteful eyes. He hath aged with more grace than each of thee. And his new child will grow to be splendid. I am quite proud of how he hath turned out.”
[Jilt] “Why would thee hold any pride in other’s child?”
[White Witch] “Watch thy fetid tongue mine seer, that boy is more than just the mere offspring of a lustful commoner. He will don some value at a later set date as thee too will with coming time.”
[Pan] “And how, pray tell, am I of any import?”
[White Witch] “There is no need to act humble with me. I know that thee thinks that thou should have been at war along with him as thee believes that thou ought have chased him as soon as thee had known he hath run off on his lonesome. Still now, even eighteen years passed, thou trains so that thee can wallop logic into the goon at whence you two shall meet anew.”
[Pan & Jilt] “…”
[White Witch] “Alas, mine own desires are but just that. Do how you hath wanted ever since thee were just a child, save him and save the world.”
[Pan] “How?”
[White Witch] “Simply, fifteen years hence at century’s turn the sixth centennial tournament will play. At such a time then thee will finally bring him back home happily ever after. Of course there are details to share upon our group return but now just rest assured that all will just work out perfectly fine.”
Exeunt
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