"Ugh! I can't stand that maggot brained idiot!"

"Funny," Jane mused outloud. "That's a I line I used to say." She smiled at Jester, who was sitting besides her on the swings. "What did he do this time?"

"He called me short."

"Is that it?"

"And he made fun of my hat again," Jester complained.

"Better hat than hair," she said, trying to lighten him up. "It's odd you know. It's like you two are lovers."

"'It's like you two are lovers," he mimmicked in a high falsetto. "No, Jane," he said, in his normal voice. "Even if I did swing that way, Gunther wouldn't be at the top of my list. Though I think Smithy might..."

"Hey, he's mine!" Jane looked off into the distance, remembering her male human companion.

"I don't swing that way, Jane," Jester reminded her.

"We don't know that yet," Jane reminded him.

"What do you mean-!"

"Oh, look, here comes Gunther." Jane waved at her past rival and now second best human friend. Right next to Jester, of course.

"Care for a tiny duel?" Asked the seventeen year old Gunther, who was now almost as tall as his father. He held a beaten up wooden sword in his his right hand, his left hand on his hip.

"Us two, lovers?" Jester whispered at Jane furiously, shooting her a glare for suggesting such a thing.

"I only speak the truth," Jane said innnocently, standing up. Jester also stood up, acting as if nothing had happened.

"Shall I get your toothpick?" Jester asked with a tiny smile.

"Yes, thank you."

"Does jingle boy even know where the armary is at?" Gunther questioned, looking as Jester dissapeared throug a turn.

"Yes. You showed him where it was two weeks ago."

"Really? I must've forgotten," Gunther said aimlessly. He looked back at Jane. "Why aren't you with Smithy?"

"He went to the market. Needed some new supplies, I guess. The king is paying. He didn't ask me to go with him because he knew today was sparring day." Jane smiled at him.

"And Dragon?"

"Geez, you want me gone already? He's out at the country side, with his lady friend." Jane brushed a hand through her slightly tamed hair.

"Back!" Jester yelled, waving a wooden sword in the air above him. He jogged towards the duo, handing Jane the false sword. "I hope you beat the living -ahem- out of him." He looked at Gunther, stickin his tounge out as Cutberth would do, "For making fun of my hat."

"You're still mad about that?" Gunther asked with a nervous laugh.

Jester ignored him.

"Shall we begin?" Jane held her sword at chest level in front of her. "I'll finish this before dinner is over."

"Of course."

One match later...

"I have failed you, Jester," Jane muttered sadly, looking at the orange sky.

It was near sunset, and the match had been going on for about two hours, only to end with a Jane on the ground, staring up at the point of Gunther's sword.

"I win again, Jane," Gunther said thriumphantly, helping the red head up. The both looked at Jester, who had a gloomy athmosphere around him. "We missed dinner."

"That, or he hated seeing me loosing," Jane added, hands on her hips.

The heard a loud stomach growl.

"He's gonna hate us if we don't feed him," Jane whispered.

"Why didn't he go to get some for himself?" Gunther whispered back.

"He was too busy watching us." Jane clapped once, a smile painted on her face again. "So, shall we go eat?"

Jester walked towards the kitchens.

I know that the ending for Chapter 1 is way off topic, but please keep in mind, when you are in fight with a friend, does it take over your life 24/7?

No.

Therefore, I shall a add humor (if possible), slight randomness, and perhaps even a crush or two.

And though they may seem way too OOC, people change. I know I used to have a huge crush over this person, but now I hate them fiercly (Hate is souch a strong word, subtitute it with loathe).

Jane developed something for Smithy, Jester and Gunther are friends and rivals at the same time, Dragon found a lady friend, and Pepper/Rake...That is still on planning (if there is any).

Please review with your most honnest oppinion ever, even flames are accepted. (Seriously, I need to cook my red meat -SirIvonMoment- somehow!)

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