Yvie had been lost in the fog and was immersed in a scene that was familiar to the trauma she experienced during her childhood but others were going through different experiences of their own.
Each of them were their greatest traumas, desires or fears which had caused them to become more immersed in the strange effects the fog had produced.
Another figure was walking through the fog and their surroundings had begun to change just like it did with Yvie. "What is this?"
A familiar hallway appeared with a lot of fancily dressed people who looked down upon the figure who was a small child.
He had blonde hair and had a very human-like look of confusion on his face but was quite thin, there was poor looking clothing on his body which had many coloured patches on them.
He wore a little white face paint on his face and was juggling some small balls in front of the crowd.
The people did not look entertained and then turned to the most lavishly dressed man in the crowd who had a crown on his head.
There was a young girl which looked a little older than the boy and she looked down towards him without any emotion.
"Your majesty, todays performance is so boring."
"How about we liven things up a little?"
The man wearing the crown pondered for a moment then expressed his approval by waving his hand and showing a cruel smile.
He took out some daggers and threw them at the feet of the child. "Begin."
The many eyes and the pressure was intense enough for the child to feel the threat that would come to his life if he did not do as requested.
The humiliation and fear had to be pushed back a little at a time so he could survive so he just swallowed most of his emotions and grit his teeth a little as he picked up the daggers.
The fear he felt was all too familiar to him as they fell from above after they were thrown up into the air.
He missed the best moment to catch the daggers and had barely avoided being cut by them but the response from the crowd had become harsher for him.
"Huh.. how boring."
"He could not even catch it."
"Do it again."
"Catch it."
The eyes of the nobles and the king had become far more unpleasant and then the play continued clumsily until the king had become furious. "You join me later in my room."
An ominous feeling arose within the boy and he soon found himself within the room standing in front of the king who had already become drunk.
The daggers were thrown at his feet while the king pointed one towards the throat of the boy. "Keep practicing boy."
There was a strange and eerie aura coming from the king and the malice was directed towards the boy.
The normal expression of the boy hardened and his hands shivered as he went to pick up the daggers under the direction of the king.
A young girl that was a little older had walked into the room and coldly looked on as he felt an all too familiar pain and humiliation that had been relived once again.
His past had appeared once again before him but it had been distorted slightly.
"Ouch.."
"Stop.."
"No more.."
"Please."
His pathetic state was seen by the person he did not wish to reveal it to and he was lost in his despair.
He did not wish to show his weak side even more and the smile on his face had become wider as it soon remained unchanged.
The old wounds he had suffered seemed to have been brought back to him almost likely phantom pains.
The more that he looked towards the direction of the king and the girl he recognised as the princess, the more he saw the king's enjoyment towards the pain he had to endure and the more the princess had revealed disdain towards his poor cut up figure. 'Stop.. stop.. no… please no. Stop looking. No..'
The scenery had changed a little and his body seemed to become more grown up, the princess and the king had grown much alder like himself but the same scene repeated.
The only change was that there was an additional figure which appeared along with those that watched him juggling the knives and being cut.
The cruellest part was that the princess had come to enjoy the show just like her father and had been the one to throw the daggers at his feet many times it had repeated.
"Haha dance jester."
"What a pathetic child."
"Hmph.. such a loyal little toy."
"Break for me."
"Hahahaha."
One among them was Alyssia who had coldly watched on and then threw several larger weapons at his feet. "This is not enough."
The good memories he had were being corrupted within the fog and they were becoming much worse as the daggers turned into more dangerous weapons.
His situation was similar to Yvies in the way his past had come back to haunt him and had ruined many pleasant memories or experiences that he had.
The growth he experienced after he escaped the kings clutches that helped him have better memories more difficult to recall in his present state but what had been experienced was a constant repeat of his biggest trauma as he relived it again and again.
The only difference between Yvie and Jester was that Yvie had wandered around the fog looking for something while crying all alone and abandoned while Jester had stood in place repeating the same familiar movements as if he was juggling.