Timmyril

"Lon'qu! Watch out!" Lissa yelled, pushing him out of the way of a axe strike. Quickly recovering from the stumble, he dashed foreword and delivered two slashes against the attackers chest. Gurgling out what might have been last words (if it was human), the wyvern rider and his mount collapsed to the ground. Almost immediately, Lisa sprinted over to him. "Are you ok? I can see your bleeding, does it hurt?" Shifting uncomfortably, Lon'qu looked away. "Fine" Obviously this answer didn't satisfy Lissa, as she tried to get closer to him to inspect his wounds. Straightening, Lon'qu pushed Lissa away and readied his sword. "More of them" A large

I didn't know you well Maybe a hello or two Really that was it. But now you are gone. Too soon, my opinion You seemed really nice. Goodbye, you stranger I'm sorry you couldn't have What you did deserve.

Making them laugh is all he wants, going to great lengths to do so. Making a fool of himself for a mere chuckle. But as the laughter dies, so does the light in his eyes, And he is empty once more. Remember, the next time you see the Jester, Not just to laugh him off. Even though his face might not show it. And he wouldn't tell a soul. Those laughs hurt, and cut deep And still he wants them more