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Hope you enjoy it!", "writing": "CHAPTER 1: ZENDRYA\n\nZendrya has always been considered the richest continent on the planet. Although it is the smallest of the 4 that emerge from the gigantic expanses of water of the enormous planet Adelphi, it has always stood out for the wealth of raw materials that the territory offers, for the incredible variety of animals, but above all, for the compelling history of its inhabitants.\n\nZendrya is divided into three kingdoms. Their creation is the result of hundreds of years of warfare. The richness of the territory was always a reason for disputes between the superpowers of the world, who were in a hurry to get to the coveted loot first.\n\nGold, precious stones, metals of all kinds flooded the caves, giving shine and brilliance to every tunnel. The natives of the continent were the first to fight for dominance.\n\nThere resided four peoples, and no one was able to dominate the other in battle.\n\nOnly when enemies arrived from outside did the peoples of Zendrya realize that only their coalition would allow them to survive and drive out the invaders. After many years of bloody battles, peace finally reigned on the continent.\n\nMany were the names of the most valiant warriors, their deeds would be narrated until the end of time. Riches were used to adorn palaces in their honor, and in honor of their families.\n\nWith the four kingdoms united, Zendrya officially became the most powerful continent on the planet.\n\nWhen peace reached its peak, and the country's prosperity likewise peaked, a terrible calamity struck the people of Zendrya.\n\nThe disaster destroyed entire cities, caused flooding and devastation. Few survived. Among the refugees, there were largely nobles. Their intentions were to reform the four kingdoms, bringing back the deeds and valor of times past.\n\nAmong the nobles, the descendants of three of the four kingdoms came forward.\n\nThe Northern kingdom returned to its descendants, as did the West and East.\n\nYears passed, and no news of any kind came from the South. The other kingdoms organized a search party to explore the lands of the Deep South. They returned after a few days with very bad news.\n\nThe most influential nobles of the country were gathered to discuss the tragic news. Then the three kings of the three kingdoms of Zendrya announced a public address, in the then newly reborn city of Olympia. Capital of the East.\n\nFirst to speak was the King of the East, King Bertrand:\n\n<< Southerners, we welcome you. I will be speaking as a representative of the other two Kings of Zendrya. The King of the North, Elo... >>\n\nA roar of applause spread from the excited crowd.\n\n<< ...And the King of the West, Arra! >>\n\nAnother burst of applause reached the ears of the three Kings, at that moment more proud than ever, aware of the power they were able to wield.\n\nBertrand nodded his hands, and the noise stopped immediately. With an impassive expression, the powerful King of the East resumed his speech.\n\n<< After recent events, after consulting the team returning from the Deep South, and finally, after consulting the nobles throughout the country, we are ready to announce... >>\n\nAt this precise moment, silence dominated the immense expanse of subjects flooding the city. Although already aware of all the details, even the other kings seemed to be hanging on Bertrand's every word. After a very theatrical pause, the King concluded:\n\n<< That the great kingdom of the South, has been completely devastated by the cataclysm that has befallen us. >>\n\nScreams and cries spread as soon as the last word was spoken.\n\n<< Silence!!! >>\n\nSilence returned, with no small effort.\n\n<< Under the circumstances, Arra, Elo and I found ourselves discussing the choice of names for our Kingdoms. Two of us agreed that the names currently in use would remain official. Furthermore, I announce that anyone caught venturing South will be promptly executed. I have finished, now return to your posts. Long Live Zendrya! >>\n\n\"Long Live Zendrya!!\" roared loudly through the streets, so loud that it was heard throughout the whole continent on that day, even in the devastated lands of the South.\n\nCHAPTER 2: NETTLE\n\nThe city of Olympia is the biggest metropolis of the Eastern Kingdom. The population amounts to about 10,000 inhabitants, all of whom are constantly on the move.\n\nThe city is teeming with farmers, craftsmen, merchants, and children. It is enough to take a walk in the center to admire the great market of Olympia.\n\nThe valuable imported spices of the North give a strong and pungent smell to the air, while the powerful voices of the merchants seem to almost overpower the voices of the crowd.\n\nAt every corner you can discover a small market, where you can expect to find all kinds of berries, or flour and wheat for bread.\n\nThe East is famous for its ability to hammer out weapons and armor in pure Zendryan metal, so much so that the city has at least 15 blacksmiths, all specialized in the noble art of forging.\n\nBut not everyone likes to get involved in the hustle and bustle of the metropolis.\n\nIn the natural reserve next to the city, in the shade of a large oak tree, lies little Nettle. She is spending her umpteenth afternoon reading one of the great classics of the Great War.\n\nNettle is 13 years old, short, even shorter than her peers; she has a passion for food, dear little Nettle would be able to consume a month's provisions in a few days, and though she is not allowed to, the little girl presents a rather plump physiognomy;\n\nHer face, on the other hand, has always been the cause of appreciative whistles and almost unwanted compliments that the young girl receives during her morning walks home from school.\n\nHer chubby, sweet face is adorned with large pink eyes, edged with green, just like the color of her fur and tail; her little pink nose is a delicate dot in the middle of her face, above her big, sunny smile;\n\nHer big green ears, instead, allow her to hear sounds coming even from far away.\n\nNow, she is leaning back, against the big tree, with the book on her stubby little legs; after several minutes of careful reading, she decides to take a well-deserved break.\n\nThe chapter she has just started deals with the geopolitical situation of the continent after the furious battle of the 3 armies; in short, a very heavy subject for her.\n\nShe lowers the book, and catches a glimpse of her tender little feet, barely moving the three toes of each foot, realizing she's been sitting there too long to be able to get up easily.\n\nNettle remembers that it's probably time to go home, the sun is high, that should be the time to get out of school.\n\nYes, because Nettle should be in class right now.\n\nSchool has never been a suitable environment for her; her lazy nature and her grumpy attitude had cost her more than one reprimand, moreover, the school's company was not for her.\n\nNettle enjoys writing and reading, while most of her classmates are the children of farmers or merchants, whose only interest is to learn their parents' trade as best they can.\n\nAs she considers whether or not to return, she rolls one of the green curls hanging from her head with one finger of her hand. The girl's long, curly viridescent hair makes her visible from miles around.\n\nFinally deciding to go, she stands up, holding on with difficulty to the oak tree.\n\nWith her delicate little hands, she admires the hardness and might of the tree, which offers her safe cover at all times. She walks down the hill following the usual path, intoxicated by the smell of daisies and roses that color the forest.\n\nShe begins to walk faster and faster, and almost runs to the crossroads that separates the town from the Northern Merchants' Way.\n\nEvery time Nettle arrives at this point on her path, she hears a little voice in her head telling her to run away, to leave her annoying parents, but above all, the chaos of the city, behind.\n\nThen she realizes that she is far too lazy to plan an escape, so she ends up punctually pushing those strange ideas out of her mind. After a few minutes she finally reaches the underground tunnel that allows her to get out of the walls without being discovered.\n\nThe hole is carefully covered with dry leaves, hardly detectable by the untrained eye. Nettle dug that passage several months before, in a fit of rage. She had gotten into a fight with her parents that day over yet another teacher reprimand.\n\nNettle is enrolled in Olympia's most prestigious school.\n\nHere, thick subjects such as algebra, philosophy and history are taught. Fencing and archery classes are also available for boys. Although the little girl's parents paid a lot of money for her education, she was in every way opposed to those methods and restrictions.\n\nThe times when Nettle attended classes, she often ended up spending all of the periods dabbling herself in writing parody poems...\n\nThat day, one of these poems was revoked, and shown to Nettle's parents. The two of them are also educators, with quite a reputation too.\n\nThe poem referred to the father's big butt and the mother's loud mouth. The fight that day was epochal, Nettle tried to defend herself, tenderly declaring that her intent was not offensive, but that she just intended to have a little fun, and that, moreover, her parents actually matched the description of the poem.\n\n<< Miss, does this seem like appropriate behavior for a little girl like you? >>\n\nNettle's mother screamed.\n\n<< Your mother is right, we don't pay for you to amuse yourself with these useless poems. >>\n\nThe father continued.\n\nNettle's parents are definitely opposing poles to each other.\n\nHer father is short, fat and has a very weak character, with a passive disposition; short black hair, equally dark fur, and a small, squat tail. Her mother, on the other hand, is tall, very thin, with pointy ears always stiff and pointing upwards; long green hair, pink irises, akin to her daughter's, and an aggressive and overbearing nature.\n\nIn short, the two complement each other.\n\n<< If you go on like this young lady, we will take measures... We can't allow you to tarnish the good name of our family >>\n\nThe two now towered over little Nettle. Their gaze and their harsh words came so strong that the little girl began to cry. Unable to continue that damned argument, Nettle decided to run away, faster than ever.\n\n<< I hate going to school... I don't want to... I just like writing... and even if I'm not good at it I want to make it my job... but I don't want to work! >>\n\nTears flowed very strongly, streaking her tender face. Her big eyes were capable of producing equally huge tears.\n\nShe collapsed near the walls, screaming in pain, cursing at her parents and slamming her fists against the ground. Shortly afterwards she noticed a spade, which stood to her right, resting on the wood of a house.\n\nIt looked like it had been placed there specifically for her. For the first time, her pain was stronger than her laziness. Armed with the spade, she looked for a spot out of sight from the guards posted in the towers, and began to dig a tunnel, towards the outside.\n\nShe quickly realized that it would be some time before it was usable. Besides, she was too hungry to continue, so she hid the shovel and returned home, where she found her parents' anger and intransigence.\n\nThat evening she sat down at the table, and began to gorge herself, in an attempt to distract herself from her mother's screams. It took her a month to finish the tunnel.\n\nOnce it was over, she began ditching school much more frequently, ignoring any kind of consequences that attitude might bring.\n\nCHAPTER 3: THE KING OF THE EAST\n\nAfter returning her thoughts to the present, little Nettle is about to return to the city.\n\nGently removing all the leaves, she slowly enters the tunnel. She smells that familiar earthy smell that she loves so much. Her little feet and hands get grubby with dirt, but it doesn't matter.\n\nShe enters completely, carefully closes the entrance with the leaves that she has accumulated inside the tunnel, and promptly sets off. Just a few meters and she reaches the other side. With her hand she removes some leaves, to look for some possible unwanted observers. It seems that there is no one there, so she pokes her head out of the ground, and gets about to leave.\n\n<< This is my tunnel, mine alone. No one will find out, no one! >>\n\nNettle hides the spade behind a tree and heads for home. Her big ears hear a noise, it's footsteps. Someone swoops down on her. She finds herself grabbed from behind, lifted by weight with her arms pinned down. She tries to struggle in vain.\n\n<< Idiot, what are you doing? Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am? >>\n\nHowever brave she might be, Nettle feels the terror invading her body.\n\n<< Enough Nettle, how dare you? How can you not be ashamed? Do you think we're that easy to fool? To get outside the walls? Don't you know you could have been impaled? Don't you know that those guards have no qualms, even towards young girls?! >>\n\nThe voice is familiar, Nettle thinks. Yes, it's her father!\n\n<< Father? Is that you? What are you doing? >>\n\n<< What am I doing? I'll show you right away! You know there is a show in the square, maybe it will help you understand what you risked, and especially what has risked the good name of our family!! >>\n\n<< Dad, please don't! Don't do that! I beg you!! >>\n\n<< SHUT UP! I'M TIRED OF CONSTANTLY BEING KIND TO YOU, THAT'S ENOUGH! I'VE PUT UP WITH ENOUGH OF YOUR NEGLIGENCE! >>\n\n<< Daddy please! >>\n\nNettle is crying, again. It's amazing how easily someone's emotions can change. A few minutes ago little Nettle was smiling, proud of her skills and inventiveness. Now, however, she's terrified.\n\n<< I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP! >>\n\nNettle obeys. Her father drops her off, takes her by the hand, and heads for the square. He would have kept her pinned down for some more time, but then what would the others think?\n\nThe little girl walks slowly, looking down, holding back tears.\n\nHer father pulls her towards the center, the hubbub increases, as do the shouts and cheers.\n\nOnce there, among the flood of people, Nettle decides to raise her head. Right on the wooden scaffolding, she finds the great and mighty King Bertrand.\n\nHe exudes strength and wisdom even from so far away, the little girl thinks. In him she sees exactly the values of the knights she read about in her books about the Great War.\n\nIn fact, King Bertrand actually participated in the War himself. Endowed with royal blood, those of his lineage are allowed to live much longer than everyone else, his ancestors having been the first consumers of the famous spring of long life.\n\nThe spring was a waterfall, culminating in a beautiful and rather small lake. The natives, Bertrand's ancestors, drank of that water, and were immediately imbued with its magical qualities.\n\nThey became stronger, taller and smarter. In time they also discovered the long-term effects, the long life.\n\nA member of the royal house of Bertrand is able to live up to 300 years. It is said that the source is located right in the royal palace, where one is allowed to access only with the permission of the King.\n\nBertrand withstood war, cataclysm, and you can still see the scars on his neck, arms, and back. The Eastern Kingdom experienced years of prosperity under Bertrand's leadership, with him on the throne for 100 years now.\n\nHe gets the credit for opening negotiations with the other kingdoms, extending the borders and making the Eastern army one of the strongest on the planet.\n\nToo bad the King doesn't isn't all good. All his wives have been beheaded, hanged, impaled for no apparent reason. In reality, the reason is simple. Bertrand wants an heir, and none of his wives have been able to satisfy him. \n\nHaving fought on the front lines, Bertrand is a lover of blood and violence. He trains constantly and also, between parties, organizes public executions.\n\nHe enjoys watching his subjects, and most importantly, his enemies, , including his own wives, die. That feeling of absolute power excites him terribly.\n\nApparently he has an exclusive torture room for him and his barons, used to torture criminals and innocents alike. The six barons who accompany him are feudal lords of the King, his trusted ones who support him in every decision.\n\nNo one dares to challenge the King's will, because the consequences would be unspeakable. Nettle has read one of the many biographies of the King, and actually sees in him some of the qualities described in the book.\n\nHe is very tall, his long, tapered body is adorned with golden patterns. He wears an emerald colored royal dress, matching perfectly with the color of his scaly skin. The dress allows a glimpse of his tail, coequally massive.\n\nBefore beginning his speech, Bertrand turns right towards Nettle, seeming to stare at her. He seems expressionless, and eerily serious. His large red eyes are piercing and intense, sparkling almost as much as the pure gold crown he wears on his head.\n\nEven from so far away you can make out the mesmerizing ruby of King Bertrand's family. The pendant hangs hypnotically from his neck. The King's sharp ears prick up, after he orders everyone to be absolutely silent, the speech begins:\n\n<< My people, here we are at our weekly execution! >>\n\nA roar hits the square again.\n\n<< Today, I will punish a man, the last person I expected to sentence to this fate. My jester Julien has made an unforgivable mistake. He broke one of the fundamental rules of working in the King's court. He brought a peasant girl, one of his mistresses, into the castle. >>\n\n<< Aware of the enormous offense, he decided to perpetrate this unforgivable mistake anyway. This being, the week of the impalement, we will proceed with the aforementioned execution. I leave the place to the beautiful Helgr, the court executioner, who every week brilliantly carries out his task. >>\n\nWith a disarming impassiveness, King Bertrand gives way to the executor. Helgr is gigantic (not as gigantic as the king, Nettle thinks).\n\nThe poor jester screams, begs for mercy, but his words are not enough. Poor Julien is stripped naked, immobilized. The executioner picks up a long, massive trunk, similar in size to the tree where Nettle takes shelter to read.\n\nEveryone is mesmerized by the gory spectacle. The pole is being driven slowly into the poor man's behind. The jester's screams end almost immediately. The blood comes pouring out, flooding the scaffolding and even falling on some of the inhabitants. The spectacle is horrific, but for some reason Nettle can't look away. Bertrand returns to the stage at that moment.\n\n<< Well, as already anticipated, our Helgr did not disappoint my expectations. Also, I announce that the jester position is available again. So I expect someone to apply now. >>\n\nEveryone is silent, almost unfazed by that request. In fact they are terrified. The King measures with his gaze each one of them, impatient to see who among them would have the courage to propose.\n\n- Papa... Papa, what are you doing?\n\n<< I told you I'm tired of you and your attitudes Nettle, and then this is a fantastic opportunity that would never come again. Working at court is an honor for few, and then, given your attitude, the jester is the only role that suits you. We'll see if you're still laughing and doing your own thing once you're working at court. >>\n\n<< Daddy, please nooo >>\n\nNettle is thrown by her father onto the stage.\n\n<< Oh Highest King, I offer you my daughter for this amazing opportunity, it would be an honor for her to work for you. Also, for my wife and I to surrender our daughter to you would be the best thing we could do in our humble lives. >>\n\nNettle's dad is on his knees.\n\n<< You speak well, I must admit. Your flattery works. >>\n\nThe little girl is terrified. The King's gaze of her seems to weigh on her like a boulder. She still can't believe her father would do such a thing.\n\n<< Your daughter is very pretty. I really appreciate your gift. You were the only one to expose yourself. I accept, and should your daughter prove to be a good jester, you will be rewarded. If not, the child will be killed. It is done, I don't accept counter-proposals. >>\n\nNettle is picked up and put on a horse, along with a guard.\n\nShe turns around and sees her father for what could have very well been the last time in her life. The idiot has a mocking grin on his face. Nettle hates him, hates him like she never hated anyone before.\n\nShe promises herself that if she ever makes it, the next time she's at the crossroads, she'll know which path to choose.\n\nCHAPTER 4: NO WAY OUT \n\nNettle is taken to Olympia's grand palace.\n\nShe had never gotten so close. Now she could see every banner, every guard, every scratch on the walls. Even from a distance it had seemed large to her, but now she doubted that one so gigantic could even be made.\n\nThe young girl could not see the King anywhere, she was so focused on the palace that she must have lost sight of him.\n\nThe guard she has been entrusted with is rather taciturn. The front door is appropriate for the size of the great King. Precious stones of all kinds are set on the sides and corners. Even the handle is made of gold. The magnificence of the entrance hall leaves Nettle speechless: family banners, paintings with gold and diamond frames depicting members of the royal lineage or scenes from the Great War.\n\nHuge beams support the ceiling, they are white and symmetrically arranged throughout the room. In the center there is a huge table (built in pure cherry wood, Nettle thinks), laid with precious silk tablecloths, cutlery, plates and goblets of silver and gold.\n\nAt the end of the room, impossible to miss, is the gigantic throne of King Bertrand. The throne is white, imposing, and placed under a giant portrait of the King himself, in which he appears in all his charm. The court chamberlain takes charge of the little Nettle.\n\n<< Ah and so you are the new jester. A little small and plump, but I must admit you're quite pretty. >>\n\nThe chamberlain strokes Nettle's cheek with the back of his hand, fixing her in the eyes with an eerie look.\n\n<< Well, stop wasting anymore time, lunch is coming up, and afterwards you'll have to show off your skills. Now you're going to wash and dress to be at least presentable. >>\n\nNettle follows the chamberlain to her new room, washing herself in a barrel of hot water and lavender flowers. \n\nThe dress she is presented with is a classic court jester outfit (not that she expected otherwise, she had read about them in her books): A large two-tone hat, red and yellow, with two tips for the ears at the ends; tight purple pants for the stubby little legs, and a low-waisted overcoat with a bare belly and neck.\n\nNettle prefers not to wear shoes because she has always been used to walking barefoot. Throughout lunch, little Nettle continuously rehearsed the stunts and juggling she was to do shortly thereafter.\n\n<< Dammit, I don't feel like it! And I'm hungry! I have to hurry up and learn these things or King Bertrand is gonna kill me! >>\n\nNo matter how hard she tries, those desperate drills are useless. The fear becomes stronger and stronger when dessert is announced, and thus the end of the meal.\n\nTo combat her fear, Nettle sits on her counter in the room. She grabs a paper, a feather, dips it in the inkwell and writes down the first thing that comes to mind, in an attempt to calm herself and distract her mind from the rest.\n\n<< Nettle, it's time. Get out now, don't keep the king waiting. >>\n\nThe chamberlain is clear.\n\nNettle walks out, armed with all her props, knowing they will serve her little purpose. She walks slowly, keeping her gaze down. Everyone is seated at the table. The King, his barons and their families are waiting impatiently to see the new jester in action.\n\n<< Dear guests, meet the new jester, little Nettle. >>\n\nContent applause comes immediately to follow.\n\nNettle begins by trying some normal stunts, starting from a handstand. She positions herself and immediately falls. She tries to turn the fall into a somersault, but the result is pitiful. The flip, jumps and cartwheel don't go any better.\n\nShe sees disappointment and impatience appear in the eyes of the guests. She tries magic tricks, but the props punctually fall out of her pockets and hands, revealing the tricks at the very best. Seeing her horrible fate clear, she tries one last thing.\n\n<>\n\nShe pulls out the piece of paper on which he had written the poem just before, and recites it aloud in front of everyone;\n\n\"Down in the valley where nobody goes,\n\nthere lies Helgr without any clothes.\n\nHere comes Bertrand, quiet and slick,\n\noff come his robes and out comes his prick\"\n\nThe guards rush in without even waiting for orders, they jump on Nettle pointing a knife at her jugular.\n\n<< Stop! >>\n\nThe King's voice roars.\n\n<< Nettle, your performance was really pitiful. You made me regret Julien. But the poem was fun. That's why I won't kill you right away. Guards! Bring leftover lunch and a pillory. Nettle gets her wrists and head in there. >>\n\n<< Dear guests, I will now show you how even someone like Nettle can entertain you. A prize will go to whoever knocks her hat off, come on, start throwing! >>\n\nNettle is flooded with fruits, vegetables, and meat. She tries to free herself but can't move an inch. After just a few minutes, the King decides to participate personally. He takes a piece of bread and with force and precision hits Nettle, right on the head, making her hat fall off.\n\n<< As it turns out, the best is me. Well, no prize for you dear barons. Guards, I'm not finished with her, take her to the torture room. >>\n\nNettle couldn't take it anymore.\n\n<< Why don't you just kill me right away? >>\n\n<< Sorry sweetheart, I do however I please, and I don't have to explain myself to anyone, now shut up! >>\n\nNettle is taken to the dungeon. She is laid on her stomach on the wooden board.\n\nWrists and ankles, already red and sore, are chained. The metal is cold on her delicate skin, and it squeezes hard.\n\nThe King descends with the barons into the hall. The walls are plastered with blood and instruments of torture, from the classic to the most refined. \n\n<< Well Nettle, now I'm going to have some real fun with you; Changed my mind about what to do. >>\n\nNettle only hears the strong and hissing breath of the King, behind her.\n\n<< What pretty little feet you have, little girl. It'd be crazy to ignore them, wouldn't it? >>\n\nBertrand picks up some long feathers, twirling them in the air.\n\n<< These are the best feathers in the land, fit for the best tickle you can get. >>\n\nThe King approaches, places the tip right in the center of the pink plant of the little foot. The tickling is unbearable, Nettle begins to squirm, laughing and trying to move. She begs for Bertrand to stop. She screams and screams, but the King won't stop. Nettle begins to sweat. The King begins to move the feather down and then up again, slowly at first, then speeding up . \n\n<< So, Nettle, do you like this? This is what happens to naughty little girls! >>\n\n<< Stop, please, Stoooop! >>\n\n<< I am your King, your sovereign, you're mine, since the moment you were born, you are my property! >>\n\nAfter a short amount of time, that seemed like an eternity to the little girl, the guards began tickling her as well.\n\n<< Guards, get some feathers, and keep tickling her feet for another two hours, she has to pay for what she did. Then take her away, I have other things in store for her. >>\n\nDozens of feathers began tickling between the little girl's tiny fingers, one feather per finger. Others moved just below, others in the middle and finally others further down.\n\nNettle laughs incessantly, and cries at the same time. She tries to withstand the tickling feeling. She feels the overwhelming need to laugh, but forces herself to endure it. She doesn't want to give those fools any more satisfaction. \n\nShe clenches his legs, closes her eyes, and tries her best. She feels the feathers increase in speed. Every inch of her tender little feet is suffering the feather attack of the King's army. The space between the three fingers is the most sensitive, Bertrand's keen eye notices. Every time a feather passes through it, however slowly, Nettle spasms.\n\nSince her tiny feet are insufficiently large to accommodate the dozens of soldiers, new areas are chosen for tickling.\n\nNettle is turned around. She can now see the filthy, dark ceiling of the chamber. Soldiers titillate her armpits and, after lifting her jester shirt, her belly, armed with two feathers each. The spasms begin to increase, as do the tears and laughter of the observers, and of Nettle herself.\n\nThe girl is completely surrounded, feeling feathers that move slowly, others that move very quickly, in every sensitive point of her little body.\n\n<< Guards, bring me the Phoenix feather! >>\n\nThe soldiers immediately comply with the request. Nettle doesn't give up, she doesn't make any more sounds. A few minutes later, the head of the guards himself arrives, holding a small fire-red trunk, encrusted with gold. The King takes a key out of his pocket.\n\n<< I must compliment you Nettle, at first you proved to be the child you are, you didn't resist in the slightest. But now, you remain impassive even with all these feathers. But brace yourself, for now I will destroy your armor, I will use the best feather on the continent. It is passed down from generation to generation. With this feather, my grandfather tickled the general of the Army of the West, and even he could not resist. So get ready. >>\n\nBertrand opens the case, and a golden, intense light comes out.\n\nThe feather is beautiful, an even more intense red than its casing, and it produces light by itself.\n\nGripping it firmly, the King returns to Nettle, points the feather at her fingers and places it gently.\n\nA very strong tickle hits her, she experiences a weird feeling, almost as if the feather is burning her skin. Nettle can't endure it anymore, she starts laughing out loud again, and at the same time shedding tear after tear. The king continues, without showing the slightest intent of stopping;\n\nHe's still unsatisfied. \n\n<< I told you you wouldn't be able to resist, no one can stand up against the feather of that mythical beast, the last phoenix that inhabited the continent of Zendrya! >>\n\nNettle cries, she can't move anymore, she feels the sweat on her skin. Her hair is soaked and dirty with sweat as well.\n\nHer ears are filled with the laughter of guards, barons and the King. She is afraid, very afraid. She thinks back to the crossroad that morning, if only she had chosen the other way, she wouldn't be there now.\n\n<< You know Nettle, I had the time of my life. Seeing how you tremble, how you try to resist, and then how you succumb under the power of the phoenix feather, you really surprised me, in a positive way I mean. You have started a new golden age for jesters, now all the courts of the continent will follow your example, you are officially hired, I congratulate you. Now get ready, here we go again! >>\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "CHAPTER 1: ZENDRYA

Zendrya has always been considered the richest continent on the planet. Although it is the smallest of the 4 that emerge from the gigantic expanses of water of the enormous planet Adelphi, it has always stood out for the wealth of raw materials that the territory offers, for the incredible variety of animals, but above all, for the compelling history of its inhabitants.

Zendrya is divided into three kingdoms. Their creation is the result of hundreds of years of warfare. The richness of the territory was always a reason for disputes between the superpowers of the world, who were in a hurry to get to the coveted loot first.

Gold, precious stones, metals of all kinds flooded the caves, giving shine and brilliance to every tunnel.  The natives of the continent were the first to fight for dominance.

There resided four peoples, and no one was able to dominate the other in battle.

Only when enemies arrived from outside did the peoples of Zendrya realize that only their coalition would allow them to survive and drive out the invaders. After many years of bloody battles, peace finally reigned on the continent.

Many were the names of the most valiant warriors, their deeds would be narrated until the end of time. Riches were used to adorn palaces in their honor, and in honor of their families.

With the four kingdoms united, Zendrya officially became the most powerful continent on the planet.

When peace reached its peak, and the country's prosperity likewise peaked, a terrible calamity struck the people of Zendrya.

The disaster destroyed entire cities, caused flooding and devastation. Few survived. Among the refugees, there were largely nobles. Their intentions were to reform the four kingdoms, bringing back the deeds and valor of times past.

Among the nobles, the descendants of three of the four kingdoms came forward.

The Northern kingdom returned to its descendants, as did the West and East.

Years passed, and no news of any kind came from the South. The other kingdoms organized a search party to explore the lands of the Deep South. They returned after a few days with very bad news.

The most influential nobles of the country were gathered to discuss the tragic news. Then the three kings of the three kingdoms of Zendrya announced a public address, in the then newly reborn city of Olympia. Capital of the East.

First to speak was the King of the East, King Bertrand:

<< Southerners, we welcome you. I will be speaking as a representative of the other two Kings of Zendrya. The King of the North, Elo... >>

A roar of applause spread from the excited crowd.

<< ...And the King of the West, Arra! >>

Another burst of applause reached the ears of the three Kings, at that moment more proud than ever, aware of the power they were able to wield.

Bertrand nodded his hands, and the noise stopped immediately. With an impassive expression, the powerful King of the East resumed his speech.

<< After recent events, after consulting the team returning from the Deep South, and finally, after consulting the nobles throughout the country, we are ready to announce... >>

At this precise moment, silence dominated the immense expanse of subjects flooding the city. Although already aware of all the details, even the other kings seemed to be hanging on Bertrand's every word. After a very theatrical pause, the King concluded:

<< That the great kingdom of the South, has been completely devastated by the cataclysm that has befallen us. >>

Screams and cries spread as soon as the last word was spoken.

<< Silence!!! >>

Silence returned, with no small effort.

<< Under the circumstances, Arra, Elo and I found ourselves discussing the choice of names for our Kingdoms. Two of us agreed that the names currently in use would remain official. Furthermore, I announce that anyone caught venturing South will be promptly executed. I have finished, now return to your posts. Long Live Zendrya! >>

"Long Live Zendrya!!" roared loudly through the streets, so loud that it was heard throughout the whole continent on that day, even in the devastated lands of the South.

CHAPTER 2: NETTLE

The city of Olympia is the biggest metropolis of the Eastern Kingdom. The population amounts to about 10,000 inhabitants, all of whom are constantly on the move.

The city is teeming with farmers, craftsmen, merchants, and children. It is enough to take a walk in the center to admire the great market of Olympia.

The valuable imported spices of the North give a strong and pungent smell to the air, while the powerful voices of the merchants seem to almost overpower the voices of the crowd.

At every corner you can discover a small market, where you can expect to find all kinds of berries, or flour and wheat for bread.

The East is famous for its ability to hammer out weapons and armor in pure Zendryan metal, so much so that the city has at least 15 blacksmiths, all specialized in the noble art of forging.

But not everyone likes to get involved in the hustle and bustle of the metropolis.

In the natural reserve next to the city, in the shade of a large oak tree, lies little Nettle. She is spending her umpteenth afternoon reading one of the great classics of the Great War.

Nettle is 13 years old, short, even shorter than her peers; she has a passion for food, dear little Nettle would be able to consume a month's provisions in a few days, and though she is not allowed to, the little girl presents a rather plump physiognomy;

Her face, on the other hand, has always been the cause of appreciative whistles and almost unwanted compliments that the young girl receives during her morning walks home from school.

Her chubby, sweet face is adorned with large pink eyes, edged with green, just like the color of her fur and tail; her little pink nose is a delicate dot in the middle of her face, above her big, sunny smile;

Her big green ears, instead, allow her to hear sounds coming even from far away.

Now, she is leaning back, against the big tree, with the book on her stubby little legs; after several minutes of careful reading, she decides to take a well-deserved break.

The chapter she has just started deals with the geopolitical situation of the continent after the furious battle of the 3 armies; in short, a very heavy subject for her.

She lowers the book, and catches a glimpse of her tender little feet, barely moving the three toes of each foot, realizing she's been sitting there too long to be able to get up easily.

Nettle remembers that it's probably time to go home, the sun is high, that should be the time to get out of school.

Yes, because Nettle should be in class right now.

School has never been a suitable environment for her; her lazy nature and her grumpy attitude had cost her more than one reprimand, moreover, the school's company was not for her.

Nettle enjoys writing and reading, while most of her classmates are the children of farmers or merchants, whose only interest is to learn their parents' trade as best they can.

As she considers whether or not to return, she rolls one of the green curls hanging from her head with one finger of her hand. The girl's long, curly viridescent hair makes her visible from miles around.

Finally deciding to go, she stands up, holding on with difficulty to the oak tree.

With her delicate little hands, she admires the hardness and might of the tree, which offers her safe cover at all times. She walks down the hill following the usual path, intoxicated by the smell of daisies and roses that color the forest.

She begins to walk faster and faster, and almost runs to the crossroads that separates the town from the Northern Merchants' Way.

Every time Nettle arrives at this point on her path, she hears a little voice in her head telling her to run away, to leave her annoying parents, but above all, the chaos of the city, behind.

Then she realizes that she is far too lazy to plan an escape, so she ends up punctually pushing those strange ideas out of her mind. After a few minutes she finally reaches the underground tunnel that allows her to get out of the walls without being discovered.

The hole is carefully covered with dry leaves, hardly detectable by the untrained eye. Nettle dug that passage several months before, in a fit of rage. She had gotten into a fight with her parents that day over yet another teacher reprimand.

Nettle is enrolled in Olympia's most prestigious school.

Here, thick subjects such as algebra, philosophy and history are taught. Fencing and archery classes are also available for boys. Although the little girl's parents paid a lot of money for her education, she was in every way opposed to those methods and restrictions.

The times when Nettle attended classes, she often ended up spending all of the periods dabbling herself in writing parody poems...

That day, one of these poems was revoked, and shown to Nettle's parents. The two of them are also educators, with quite a reputation too.

The poem referred to the father's big butt and the mother's loud mouth. The fight that day was epochal, Nettle tried to defend herself, tenderly declaring that her intent was not offensive, but that she just intended to have a little fun, and that, moreover, her parents actually matched the description of the poem.

<< Miss, does this seem like appropriate behavior for a little girl like you? >>

Nettle's mother screamed.

<< Your mother is right, we don't pay for you to amuse yourself with these useless poems. >>

The father continued.

Nettle's parents are definitely opposing poles to each other.

Her father is short, fat and has a very weak character, with a passive disposition; short black hair, equally dark fur, and a small, squat tail. Her mother, on the other hand, is tall, very thin, with pointy ears always stiff and pointing upwards; long green hair, pink irises, akin to her daughter's, and an aggressive and overbearing nature.

In short, the two complement each other.

<< If you go on like this young lady, we will take measures... We can't allow you to tarnish the good name of our family >>

The two now towered over little Nettle. Their gaze and their harsh words came so strong that the little girl began to cry. Unable to continue that damned argument, Nettle decided to run away, faster than ever.

<< I hate going to school... I don't want to... I just like writing... and even if I'm not good at it I want to make it my job... but I don't want to work! >>

Tears flowed very strongly, streaking her tender face. Her big eyes were capable of producing equally huge tears.

She collapsed near the walls, screaming in pain, cursing at her parents and slamming her fists against the ground. Shortly afterwards she noticed a spade, which stood to her right, resting on the wood of a house.

It looked like it had been placed there specifically for her. For the first time, her pain was stronger than her laziness. Armed with the spade, she looked for a spot out of sight from the guards posted in the towers, and began to dig a tunnel, towards the outside.

She quickly realized that it would be some time before it was usable. Besides, she was too hungry to continue, so she hid the shovel and returned home, where she found her parents' anger and intransigence.

That evening she sat down at the table, and began to gorge herself, in an attempt to distract herself from her mother's screams. It took her a month to finish the tunnel.

Once it was over, she began ditching school much more frequently, ignoring any kind of consequences that attitude might bring.

CHAPTER 3: THE KING OF THE EAST

After returning her thoughts to the present, little Nettle is about to return to the city.

Gently removing all the leaves, she slowly enters the tunnel. She smells that familiar earthy smell that she loves so much. Her little feet and hands get grubby with dirt, but it doesn't matter.

She enters completely, carefully closes the entrance with the leaves that she has accumulated inside the tunnel, and promptly sets off. Just a few meters and she reaches the other side. With her hand she removes some leaves, to look for some possible unwanted observers. It seems that there is no one there, so she pokes her head out of the ground, and gets about to leave.

<< This is my tunnel, mine alone. No one will find out, no one! >>

Nettle hides the spade behind a tree and heads for home. Her big ears hear a noise, it's footsteps. Someone swoops down on her. She finds herself grabbed from behind, lifted by weight with her arms pinned down. She tries to struggle in vain.

<< Idiot, what are you doing? Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am? >>

However brave she might be, Nettle feels the terror invading her body.

<< Enough Nettle, how dare you? How can you not be ashamed? Do you think we're that easy to fool? To get outside the walls? Don't you know you could have been impaled? Don't you know that those guards have no qualms, even towards young girls?! >>

The voice is familiar, Nettle thinks. Yes, it's her father!

<< Father? Is that you? What are you doing? >>

<< What am I doing? I'll show you right away! You know there is a show in the square, maybe it will help you understand what you risked, and especially what has risked the good name of our family!! >>

<< Dad, please don't! Don't do that! I beg you!! >>

<< SHUT UP! I'M TIRED OF CONSTANTLY BEING KIND TO YOU, THAT'S ENOUGH! I'VE PUT UP WITH ENOUGH OF YOUR NEGLIGENCE! >>

<< Daddy please! >>

Nettle is crying, again. It's amazing how easily someone's emotions can change. A few minutes ago little Nettle was smiling, proud of her skills and inventiveness. Now, however, she's terrified.

<< I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP! >>

Nettle obeys. Her father drops her off, takes her by the hand, and heads for the square. He would have kept her pinned down for some more time, but then what would the others think?

The little girl walks slowly, looking down, holding back tears.

Her father pulls her towards the center, the hubbub increases, as do the shouts and cheers.

Once there, among the flood of people, Nettle decides to raise her head. Right on the wooden scaffolding, she finds the great and mighty King Bertrand.

He exudes strength and wisdom even from so far away, the little girl thinks. In him she sees exactly the values of the knights she read about in her books about the Great War.

In fact, King Bertrand actually participated in the War himself. Endowed with royal blood, those of his lineage are allowed to live much longer than everyone else, his ancestors having been the first consumers of the famous spring of long life.

The spring was a waterfall, culminating in a beautiful and rather small lake. The natives, Bertrand's ancestors, drank of that water, and were immediately imbued with its magical qualities.

They became stronger, taller and smarter. In time they also discovered the long-term effects, the long life.

A member of the royal house of Bertrand is able to live up to 300 years. It is said that the source is located right in the royal palace, where one is allowed to access only with the permission of the King.

Bertrand withstood war, cataclysm, and you can still see the scars on his neck, arms, and back. The Eastern Kingdom experienced years of prosperity under Bertrand's leadership, with him on the throne for 100 years now.

He gets the credit for opening negotiations with the other kingdoms, extending the borders and making the Eastern army one of the strongest on the planet.

Too bad the King doesn't isn't all good. All his wives have been beheaded, hanged, impaled for no apparent reason. In reality, the reason is simple. Bertrand wants an heir, and none of his wives have been able to satisfy him.

Having fought on the front lines, Bertrand is a lover of blood and violence. He trains constantly and also, between parties, organizes public executions.

He enjoys watching his subjects, and most importantly, his enemies, , including his own wives, die. That feeling of absolute power excites him terribly.

Apparently he has an exclusive torture room for him and his barons, used to torture criminals and innocents alike. The six barons who accompany him are feudal lords of the King, his trusted ones who support him in every decision.

No one dares to challenge the King's will, because the consequences would be unspeakable. Nettle has read one of the many biographies of the King, and actually sees in him some of the qualities described in the book.

He is very tall, his long, tapered body is adorned with golden patterns. He wears an emerald colored royal dress, matching perfectly with the color of his scaly skin. The dress allows a glimpse of his tail, coequally massive.

Before beginning his speech, Bertrand turns right towards Nettle, seeming to stare at her. He seems expressionless, and eerily serious. His large red eyes are piercing and intense, sparkling almost as much as the pure gold crown he wears on his head.

Even from so far away you can make out the mesmerizing ruby of King Bertrand's family. The pendant hangs hypnotically from his neck. The King's sharp ears prick up, after he orders everyone to be absolutely silent, the speech begins:

<< My people, here we are at our weekly execution! >>

A roar hits the square again.

<< Today, I will punish a man, the last person I expected to sentence to this fate. My jester Julien has made an unforgivable mistake. He broke one of the fundamental rules of working in the King's court. He brought a peasant girl, one of his mistresses, into the castle. >>

<< Aware of the enormous offense, he decided to perpetrate this unforgivable mistake anyway. This being, the week of the impalement, we will proceed with the aforementioned execution. I leave the place to the beautiful Helgr, the court executioner, who every week brilliantly carries out his task. >>

With a disarming impassiveness, King Bertrand gives way to the executor. Helgr is gigantic (not as gigantic as the king, Nettle thinks).

The poor jester screams, begs for mercy, but his words are not enough. Poor Julien is stripped naked, immobilized. The executioner picks up a long, massive trunk, similar in size to the tree where Nettle takes shelter to read.

Everyone is mesmerized by the gory spectacle. The pole is being driven slowly into the poor man's behind. The jester's screams end almost immediately. The blood comes pouring out, flooding the scaffolding and even falling on some of the inhabitants. The spectacle is horrific, but for some reason Nettle can't look away. Bertrand returns to the stage at that moment.

<< Well, as already anticipated, our Helgr did not disappoint my expectations. Also, I announce that the jester position is available again. So I expect someone to apply now. >>

Everyone is silent, almost unfazed by that request. In fact they are terrified. The King measures with his gaze each one of them, impatient to see who among them would have the courage to propose.

- Papa... Papa, what are you doing?

<< I told you I'm tired of you and your attitudes Nettle, and then this is a fantastic opportunity that would never come again. Working at court is an honor for few, and then, given your attitude, the jester is the only role that suits you. We'll see if you're still laughing and doing your own thing once you're working at court. >>

<< Daddy, please nooo >>

Nettle is thrown by her father onto the stage.

<< Oh Highest King, I offer you my daughter for this amazing opportunity, it would be an honor for her to work for you. Also, for my wife and I to surrender our daughter to you would be the best thing we could do in our humble lives. >>

Nettle's dad is on his knees.

<< You speak well, I must admit. Your flattery works. >>

The little girl is terrified. The King's gaze of her seems to weigh on her like a boulder. She still can't believe her father would do such a thing.

<< Your daughter is very pretty. I really appreciate your gift. You were the only one to expose yourself. I accept, and should your daughter prove to be a good jester, you will be rewarded. If not, the child will be killed. It is done, I don't accept counter-proposals. >>

Nettle is picked up and put on a horse, along with a guard.

She turns around and sees her father for what could have very well been the last time in her life. The idiot has a mocking grin on his face. Nettle hates him, hates him like she never hated anyone before.

She promises herself that if she ever makes it, the next time she's at the crossroads, she'll know which path to choose.

CHAPTER 4: NO WAY OUT

Nettle is taken to Olympia's grand palace.

She had never gotten so close. Now she could see every banner, every guard, every scratch on the walls. Even from a distance it had seemed large to her, but now she doubted that one so gigantic could even be made.

The young girl could not see the King anywhere, she was so focused on the palace that she must have lost sight of him.

The guard she has been entrusted with is rather taciturn. The front door is appropriate for the size of the great King. Precious stones of all kinds are set on the sides and corners. Even the handle is made of gold. The magnificence of the entrance hall leaves Nettle speechless: family banners, paintings with gold and diamond frames depicting members of the royal lineage or scenes from the Great War.

Huge beams support the ceiling, they are white and symmetrically arranged throughout the room. In the center there is a huge table (built in pure cherry wood, Nettle thinks), laid with precious silk tablecloths, cutlery, plates and goblets of silver and gold.

At the end of the room, impossible to miss, is the gigantic throne of King Bertrand. The throne is white, imposing, and placed under a giant portrait of the King himself, in which he appears in all his charm. The court chamberlain takes charge of the little Nettle.

<< Ah and so you are the new jester. A little small and plump, but I must admit you're quite pretty. >>

The chamberlain strokes Nettle's cheek with the back of his hand, fixing her in the eyes with an eerie look.

<< Well, stop wasting anymore time, lunch is coming up, and afterwards you'll have to show off your skills. Now you're going to wash and dress to be at least presentable. >>

Nettle follows the chamberlain to her new room, washing herself in a barrel of hot water and lavender flowers.

The dress she is presented with is a classic court jester outfit (not that she expected otherwise, she had read about them in her books): A large two-tone hat, red and yellow, with two tips for the ears at the ends; tight purple pants for the stubby little legs, and a low-waisted overcoat with a bare belly and neck.

Nettle prefers not to wear shoes because she has always been used to walking barefoot. Throughout lunch, little Nettle continuously rehearsed the stunts and juggling she was to do shortly thereafter.

<< Dammit, I don't feel like it! And I'm hungry! I have to hurry up and learn these things or King Bertrand is gonna kill me! >>

No matter how hard she tries, those desperate drills are useless. The fear becomes stronger and stronger when dessert is announced, and thus the end of the meal.

To combat her fear, Nettle sits on her counter in the room. She grabs a paper, a feather, dips it in the inkwell and writes down the first thing that comes to mind, in an attempt to calm herself and distract her mind from the rest.

<< Nettle, it's time. Get out now, don't keep the king waiting. >>

The chamberlain is clear.

Nettle walks out, armed with all her props, knowing they will serve her little purpose. She walks slowly, keeping her gaze down. Everyone is seated at the table. The King, his barons and their families are waiting impatiently to see the new jester in action.

<< Dear guests, meet the new jester, little Nettle. >>

Content applause comes immediately to follow.

Nettle begins by trying some normal stunts, starting from a handstand. She positions herself and immediately falls. She tries to turn the fall into a somersault, but the result is pitiful. The flip, jumps and cartwheel don't go any better.

She sees disappointment and impatience appear in the eyes of the guests. She tries magic tricks, but the props punctually fall out of her pockets and hands, revealing the tricks at the very best. Seeing her horrible fate clear, she tries one last thing.

<<If I have to die, I'll do it my way.>>

She pulls out the piece of paper on which he had written the poem just before, and recites it aloud in front of everyone;

"Down in the valley where nobody goes,

there lies Helgr without any clothes.

Here comes Bertrand, quiet and slick,

off come his robes and out comes his prick"

The guards rush in without even waiting for orders, they jump on Nettle pointing a knife at her jugular.

<< Stop! >>

The King's voice roars.

<< Nettle, your performance was really pitiful. You made me regret Julien. But the poem was fun. That's why I won't kill you right away. Guards! Bring leftover lunch and a pillory. Nettle gets her wrists and head in there. >>

<< Dear guests, I will now show you how even someone like Nettle can entertain you. A prize will go to whoever knocks her hat off, come on, start throwing! >>

Nettle is flooded with fruits, vegetables, and meat. She tries to free herself but can't move an inch. After just a few minutes, the King decides to participate personally. He takes a piece of bread and with force and precision hits Nettle, right on the head, making her hat fall off.

<< As it turns out, the best is me. Well, no prize for you dear barons. Guards, I'm not finished with her, take her to the torture room. >>

Nettle couldn't take it anymore.

<< Why don't you just kill me right away? >>

<< Sorry sweetheart, I do however I please, and I don't have to explain myself to anyone, now shut up! >>

Nettle is taken to the dungeon. She is laid on her stomach on the wooden board.

Wrists and ankles, already red and sore, are chained. The metal is cold on her delicate skin, and it squeezes hard.

The King descends with the barons into the hall. The walls are plastered with blood and instruments of torture, from the classic to the most refined.

<< Well Nettle, now I'm going to have some real fun with you; Changed my mind about what to do. >>

Nettle only hears the strong and hissing breath of the King, behind her.

<< What pretty little feet you have, little girl. It'd be crazy to ignore them, wouldn't it? >>

Bertrand picks up some long feathers, twirling them in the air.

<< These are the best feathers in the land, fit for the best tickle you can get. >>

The King approaches, places the tip right in the center of the pink plant of the little foot. The tickling is unbearable, Nettle begins to squirm, laughing and trying to move. She begs for Bertrand to stop. She screams and screams, but the King won't stop. Nettle begins to sweat. The King begins to move the feather down and then up again, slowly at first, then speeding up .

<< So, Nettle, do you like this? This is what happens to naughty little girls! >>

<< Stop, please, Stoooop! >>

<< I am your King, your sovereign, you're mine, since the moment you were born, you are my property! >>

After a short amount of time, that seemed like an eternity to the little girl, the guards began tickling her as well.

<< Guards, get some feathers, and keep tickling her feet for another two hours, she has to pay for what she did. Then take her away, I have other things in store for her. >>

Dozens of feathers began tickling between the little girl's tiny fingers, one feather per finger. Others moved just below, others in the middle and finally others further down.

Nettle laughs incessantly, and cries at the same time. She tries to withstand the tickling feeling. She feels the overwhelming need to laugh, but forces herself to endure it. She doesn't want to give those fools any more satisfaction.

She clenches his legs, closes her eyes, and tries her best. She feels the feathers increase in speed. Every inch of her tender little feet is suffering the feather attack of the King's army. The space between the three fingers is the most sensitive, Bertrand's keen eye notices. Every time a feather passes through it, however slowly, Nettle spasms.

Since her tiny feet are insufficiently large to accommodate the dozens of soldiers, new areas are chosen for tickling.

Nettle is turned around. She can now see the filthy, dark ceiling of the chamber. Soldiers titillate her armpits and, after lifting her jester shirt, her belly, armed with two feathers each. The spasms begin to increase, as do the tears and laughter of the observers, and of Nettle herself.

The girl is completely surrounded, feeling feathers that move slowly, others that move very quickly, in every sensitive point of her little body.

<< Guards, bring me the Phoenix feather! >>

The soldiers immediately comply with the request. Nettle doesn't give up, she doesn't make any more sounds. A few minutes later, the head of the guards himself arrives, holding a small fire-red trunk, encrusted with gold. The King takes a key out of his pocket.

<< I must compliment you Nettle, at first you proved to be the child you are, you didn't resist in the slightest. But now, you remain impassive even with all these feathers. But brace yourself, for now I will destroy your armor, I will use the best feather on the continent. It is passed down from generation to generation. With this feather, my grandfather tickled the general of the Army of the West, and even he could not resist. So get ready. >>

Bertrand opens the case, and a golden, intense light comes out.

The feather is beautiful, an even more intense red than its casing, and it produces light by itself.

Gripping it firmly, the King returns to Nettle, points the feather at her fingers and places it gently.

A very strong tickle hits her, she experiences a weird feeling, almost as if the feather is burning her skin. Nettle can't endure it anymore, she starts laughing out loud again, and at the same time shedding tear after tear. The king continues, without showing the slightest intent of stopping;

He's still unsatisfied.

<< I told you you wouldn't be able to resist, no one can stand up against the feather of that mythical beast, the last phoenix that inhabited the continent of Zendrya! >>

Nettle cries, she can't move anymore, she feels the sweat on her skin. Her hair is soaked and dirty with sweat as well.

Her ears are filled with the laughter of guards, barons and the King. She is afraid, very afraid. She thinks back to the crossroad that morning, if only she had chosen the other way, she wouldn't be there now.

<< You know Nettle, I had the time of my life. Seeing how you tremble, how you try to resist, and then how you succumb under the power of the phoenix feather, you really surprised me, in a positive way I mean. You have started a new golden age for jesters, now all the courts of the continent will follow your example, you are officially hired, I congratulate you. Now get ready, here we go again! >>

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