"Art thou mystic endeavors worth something now? Shall I not smile hearty at the fall of the Great King?"

"Aye, Howbeit, thou shalt taste blood lief! Shed thou weed and parley with thine lord for thou hast blaspheme!"

"I shall mind not of the plans plotted time per se. Neither shalt thou bother what that shall meet. I doth not know what lays yonside."

"Me Brave Lord, par fay methinks we are to call somewhither."

"Aide? Ye suggestest aide? How dare ye mocketh thine master. We shall fight ontil our souls depart the beastly earthen souls."

"Pardon me lord. I shall take leave for now hath the eastern wind thirsts for blood, for our glory."  

A truncated mug lay on the metal floor. It had a large blue distasteful stain on its left. People ignored this as they passed unassumingly on the aisle of Distrain. What they never came to know was the history of this single jug. But they never cared. Would you? Some debris on the street is something you would give a shoe for. But Jack is not like us. Jack's the curious cat.

Jack's aunt, Julia Epithet hated him for this quality of curiosity. She tried to scare him out of it. But little did she know, she can only control Jack not the fate he has to face. Not the stories people would pass on for years and generations to come, about the Legendary Jack and the Blue Mug. Could she have known that?? Not a chance.