Chapter 131 A Fool (1/2)

Olly had spent his entire life bouncing between Islands. His mother had said that he was born on one of the uninhabited ones where she'd been dumped after his father got sick of her constant nagging and seasickness. A whore wasn't all that useful pregnant, but she was even less useful when she was throwing up most of the time.

He left her with a box of supplies and half a barrel of fresh water then sailed off into the sunset, peaceful as last. Maybe the lack of aid on the Island was why Olly was always seen as nothing more than a fool.

It could have also been one of the many times his mother dropped him. He was only a week old when another ship came by the Island and the Captain took a liking to his mother. If his mother had anything, it was beauty, even if she'd recently given birth and had a baby tagging along.

Considering it was in her nature to take care of herself alone, Olly should probably be thankful, no he was thankful, that she had taken care of him for as long as she did. Which was a grand total of 1 month. Long enough to get him to the Island of Lua and drop him at a nunnery.

Olly, to say the least, was a strange child. He barely cried, barely moved, barely complained at all. When he was three years old he'd yet to talk until one of the nuns asked him to start doing some chores like the other children. He'd point blank refused. She'd gotten the shock of her life, and for his first words, Olly had gotten a thorough punishment for his less than satisfactory choice of words.

Olly decided he didn't like the nuns after that, he kept quiet. So quiet that when he up and left in the middle of the night, stealing from their treasury, they didn't discover his absence until the mother superior checked the vault at the end of the week. By that time Olly had travelled to another Island, Danfore. It was far less godly than Lua, and seeing the trove that Olly had with him, the six year old boy had been hustled out of all his coin. Or at least, that was how the story was told by those who knew the Fool.

Until he was twelve, Olly lived on the streets. None of the other street children liked him very much because they all thought he was useless. As such, Olly often had to do things by himself. Considering how useless he was, everyone decided that the Fool had godly luck to survive in a place like Danfore.

He got the most lucky when he was twelve when he met Master Rega.

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Master Rega was a man who liked coins. That much was clear to even a fool like Olly. Olly could see that Master Rega looked at coins like men had his mother. How did Olly remember his mother? Olly's reply was always, ”How could I forget? She's my mother”. Everyone called him a fool in return.

But back to Master Rega. He offered Olly a deal, move some goods from one island to another without anyone noticing, and Olly could have as much food as he wanted.

Olly figured it was better than starving.

And so it came to be that the Fool would become one of the greatest smugglers of the Southern Isles, though no one would ever figure out it was him because who would ever accuse a fool of such a thing?

Until of course, Olly smuggled something he shouldn't have. Until Olly took some weapons from Master Rega and sold them, taking the coins for himself. The Islands had been enough to fulfil him for seventeen years, but he'd had enough of them. It was time to sail elsewhere, to explore new places.

Of course, Master Rega wouldn't just let him leave.

This is where we find Olly now, hurrying down the streets of Port Cresh with a cloak covering his form and hoping that the men following don't kill him. Afterall, Olly was good at hiding, not at fighting.

Olly looked over his shoulder, spotting the two familiar men a few streets back by one of the many stalls as their eyes scour the thick crowds.

”..charms!”

Olly's ears caught the voice. The voice he'd heard many a time but had never had the chance to put a face to it. Protective charms, that's what she'd say next.

”Protective charms!”

If anyone else had been privy to the Fool's thoughts, they may have questioned whether he was a fool or not. They would have question his entire life. Perhaps it was true that he remember his mother. Maybe there was a reason he didn't speak until he was three. Maybe there was a reason he was skittish and quiet and was good at hiding.