"Find your very own storehouse of dreams!"

A Story of Fantastication

"Greetings and salutations, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the kingdom of hopes and fondest dreams! In this place you can taste the life and joys of circus stars from around the world! With amazing stunts that boggle the mind!

It is our EARNEST hope that you find delight watching our resident cannon expert to build a cannon from scratch only to send his dear and only brother flying though the sky!

So ladies and gentleman gather round, gather round and buy your tickets before time runs out! But be warned this act is veeery dangerous and not for the faint of heart!

Step right up! It's only 20 Rupees! Who's up to see the great challenge these two brothers face?!"

Purlo smiles broadly brandishing a rather fancy cane at the poster depicting two clowns and a cannon in ridiculously bright colors.

Curious onlookers who had only cast him sidelong glances, pretending not to be interested, had turned into a small crowd. People were clogging the narrow alley as they handed over rupees for tickets.

"Yes, yes! Come one, come all!" Purlo said barely able to mask his greed as he shoved rupees into a large bag. "The grand spectacle will take place tomorrow in Hyrule field. Our daring duo is much too daring for the likes of the palace guards. They would close us down if they found out, so keep a lid on this or there won't be a show!"

Fyer mumbled as he tried to keep up with the scrabbling hands all trying to claim their tickets.

"Fyer!" Purlo said rounding on the clown, "Can't you be a little more enthusiastic? We've got customers~" he said in a singsong voice, hissing through his teeth.

"Whee..." Fyer said throwing a handful of tickets into the air.

Purlo snatched the remaining tickets from Fyer's hands, "If you're not going to do your job right, you'll be expecting a pay cut for this week."

"Whee...?" Fyer tried again shrugging his shoulders.

Purlo's smile was tightening his face, highlighting his high cheekbones. "I'll deal with you later." He looked rather like a menacing skull with his too tight skin and too thin face.

Fyer sighed heavily. It wasn't anything new.

"Ah don't sweat it, partner." Falbi said nudging his brother in the side and beaming widely as he passed people their tickets in comical ways. He fanned out the tickets, "Pick a ticket any ticket!" Falbi said grinning and raising an eyebrow, earning a few good laughs from the customers.

"Besides, partner." The cheerful clown said, throwing an arm over Fyer's shoulders, "You're not the one being shot out of a cannon, so don't sweat it!" He passed a customer a ticket from behind his back, doing a quick spin as it left his hand.

"Hurrrm... I suppose..."

"Not only that!" Falbi said pulling a ticket from behind a customer's ear, "We'll have enough money saved up soon!"

"Hurrrm..." Fyer said again.

"Ah!" Fyer said, his clown makeup emphasizing the wide smile that split his face, "Was that a hint of a smile?" Fyer sidled over to his brother's side to lean against him, "Come on, come on, partner. That was a smile wasn't it?"

"..."

"Don't tell me?" Falbi said holding a bouquet of tickets out to the waiting customers, "Are you actually gonna to enjoy shooting me outta cannon?" Falbi was instantly back at his brother's side, poking Fyer's cheek. "You are, aren't you, partner?"

"..."

"Well isn't he a cheeky one, ladies and gents?" Falbi said pinching and stretching his brother's face, "This guy actually gonna enjoy shootin' his poor younger brother outta cannon! Can you imagine!"

The crowd laughed.

"Hrrrm..." Fyer said.

"Ah! There it was again! He smiled!" Falbi shuffled over to a customer and leaned conspiratorily toward the laughing man, "He really is going to enjoy shooting me out of a cannon! The horror!"

Fyer cast a glance over to Purlo, but Purlo said nothing. Falbi was riling up the crowd, and that was always good for business.

"You see..." Falbi said sighing heavily, "my dear brother has always had a thing for shooting things. When we were little he would build a catapults, but he was never satisfied." Falbi wrapped an arm around the shoulder of a woman and waved his other hand in a large arc. "Imagine if you will. A young Falbi! Unfulfilled! Depressed! Dejected! ...Well, more so than he is today if you can imagine, partner!"

Falbi danced away, and posed dramatically with one foot on top of a nearby crate. "Then he discovered the magic of gunpowder and explosives! Since that fateful day Fyer set out on a quest to learn all he could about pyrotechnics!" Falbi jumped from his perch and sidled next to his brother, "And what better place than the circus, ladies and gents? Now he gets the chance to shoot his one and only dear brother through the sky."

"Hrrrm... well you were the one who volunteered to be shot through the sky."

"True, partner. Too true!" Falbi spun and dropped into a bow, "You see ladies and gents, I too have a dream. A wonderful dream to fly through the sky!" Falbi smiled and looked up to the sliver of sky that cut through the gray silhouettes of the buildings that encased the alleyway. "And soon that dream will be realized! Oh to fly through the sky like the great birds of legend!"

"You make it sound so... fantastical..." Fyer deadpanned, peeling his brother from his side.

"It's so much more than fantastical, partner!" Falbi said dancing away and collecting rupees. "Our story is a story of fantastication!"

"Fantastication! Exactly!" Purlo cut in, smiling and rubbing his hands together, "So come see our dear Falbi fulfill his wonderful dream! Only 50 rupees ladies and gents! 50 rupees to see the start of a new dream for the clown brothers!"

Rupees practically came flying into Purlo's outstretched hands.

"Yes, yes, remember to keep a lid on this, ladies and gents. Wouldn't want to Royal Guard to find out about all this or there won't be a show!" Purlo said dramatically raising a finger to his lips. "No refunds," he added quickly.

The show was a raving success, much to Purlo's delight. Falbi finally got his chance to fly like the birds of old. And Fyer finally got to shoot his brother out of a cannon.

And they got to do it time and time again. It was a wonderful time (excluding Purlo's incessant gripes about profits). But like all wonderful things, they must end.

Falbi and Fyer's sensational circus performance ended with a bang. One teeny tiny little miscalculation had Falbi flying through the sky and consequently through straw roof of the stables of the Royal Guards.

Fyer after realizing his mistake went instantly to his brother's side.

The two brothers were captured and were going to be sentenced to a terrible punishment. A punishment so terrible it was equivalent to dying. They were to be banned from all endeavors of cannons, gunpowder, flying, and all forms of air-travel both aided or unaided and were never again to attempt such a dangerous act within the confines of any inhabited area, nor to ever perform their act for profit ever again.

Fortunately for the brothers as they faced a fate worse than death, a kindly man from the castle had need of their unique talents. He pulled some strings and pardoned the two clowns of their crime.

The catch?

They were banned from the circus... although Fyer didn't seem to mind so much, and were sent to work on a project.

This particular... scholar of the castle was immensely interested in their form of 'air travel'. Specifically he was interested in finding a way to travel an impassable desert at world's end.

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Purlo's punishment?

There wasn't one.

He ran away the instant he smelled trouble. But he never did find an act fantastical enough to replace them.

Ok I'll admit it I got kind a lazy toward the end, but I didn't want this to be a long chapter. Writing Fyer is not the most... interesting thing in the world. At least Falbi makes up for it. Also apologizes on the lateness of this chapter. I kept getting Fyer and Falbi's names confused for some odd reason...