• A girl played with her Jester doll. She brushed what little hair it had, fixed the bows on its hat and polished its porcelain face. Nothing gave this girl more joy than her Jester doll did. In addition, the Jester enjoyed her company as well.

    When the girl slept, her Jester would gain life, becoming the Jester he once was. He was very fond of the young girl who cared for him during the day. He played her songs; tell her riddles to her in her sleep, just so that he could make her smile. However, he could never talk to her, as much as he wanted to.

    Years went by and the girl never grew tired of her Jester doll. The Jester never stopped playing her songs and telling her stories. However, as fate would have it the girl came to an age where the Jester doll was left on the shelf. Slowly the girl stopped brushing his hair. She stopped fixing his bows and she stopped polishing his porcelain face. All he could do was sit on a shelf and watch the girl grow up from a distance.

    The Jester slowly started to die. His hair once golden, now slightly faded, His bows once tied now hang undone and raveling. The paint on his porcelain face now cracked. He could no longer make the girl smile with all of his songs and riddles or even stories of old. She no longer needed him.

    The Jester just as the young girl had done slowly stopped playing. His song lost their touch, his riddles became easier, and his stories grew dull. All of his joy was gone because he could not make her smile. As the paint chipped on his face and on his eyes his sight started to leave, the Jester thought to himself the last thing I will see is her frown.

    The morning after the girl awoke. She looked around her room; everything seemed as if she had never seen it before. Her eyes landed on the Jester doll.



    "Jester. I had the most horrible dream last night." She said. "I dreamt that you did not sing for me in my court. Why did you not sing?"

    The girl had almost expected an answer from the Jester. But then again remembered that the Jester could not talk to her. It was only a doll after all.

    She walked over to the Jester and in the first time in a long time picked him up. She noticed the poor condition he was in and immedently set out of fix him up. She replaced the bows that unraveled. She repainted his porcelain face. When she got to his hair, she couldn't do a thing. She became disappointed and set the Jester down.

    The Jester, now being able to see fully, saw that there was something different. His vision was brighter. Out of the corner his eyes he could see that the bows had been replaced. His memory went back to when the girl woke up. He remembers that she spoke to him, and it wasn't just any one. She talked to Him! Something in the Jester at that moment came back to life. The hope he had almost lost was back.

    The girl had gone back to her bed and was quietly crying into her pillow. The Jester was so moved that after all this she had not forgotten about him. And that he still cared for her.

    With out even thinking the Jester stood up, walked over to the girl, and kneeled by her side. Even though her sobs where muffled he could tell she was truly distraught that she couldn't fix him.



    "My friend. Do not be sad. You have done more for me than you think." The Jester said.

    The girl looked up her eyes puffy and red from crying. She looked around and her eyes fell upon the Jester doll lying on the ground near her bed. The doll had a smile on its face. The girl picked up the Jester.



    "I wasn't able to completely fix you. I can't repair so many things. There so many things that can't be undone." She said looking questionly at the Jester doll, as if it really had said something.

    "That is all in the past. You did not forget me, and you came back to me. That is all I care for." The Jester said.

    "But I" the girl said with a puzzled look on her face, what she was holding was clearly not making any sound.

    "I am here. I have always been. However, know I am truly with you. My story is true. I've been imprisoned to that doll for many years and now you have set me free."

    The girl looked to her left to see the ghostly out line of a young man with a Jester's outfit on.

    "But, how is it that I freed you and not some one before me? What makes me so special?" she asked still slightly confused.

    "Unlike others before you, you did not forget me. You truly cared for me. You where my friend."

    "What will happen to you know?"

    "That is something you do not have to worry about. I am with you where ever you go. My memory will live on in side your heart." The ghostly figure faded as he said this.

    "No wait!" The girl started to cry again.

    "Do not cry. I am here, any time you need me just call me to your court and I shall sing you a song or tell you a riddle." The voice said.

    "Will you tell me a story if I want?"

    "Anything for the Princess."

    The girl closed her eyes and could see the Jester walking down a forest trail singing a song about a young girl and her love for the Jester.



    She smiled. The Jester turned and smiled back at her and then kept on his way down the forest pathway.



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    That day I made a decision, no I made a promise that I would never forget and that I would let others know of the love. The love between A Princess and her Jester.