Words: sword, Jafar, cloud, slap, colorful, calendar, dark.
The circus tent was full of noise and applause. Jumping to his feet, the clown quickly moved the colorful balls between his hands, and the host joked with him and threw more balls at him.
Godfrey was sitting in a chair in the audience watching the show, his stomach queasy with worry. That night he was on a mission to find and arrest a Death Eater with a secret identity.
What had caused him anxiety were the words of a fortune teller that he had gone to her that morning for fun. The fortune teller stared into Godfrey's eyes with a look similar to the angel of death and said:
"On the calendar of your life, tonight will mark the end. Satan will take you back to where you belong."
Upon hearing these words, Godfrey began to laugh and left her house, leaving large sums of money on her work table because of the soothsayer's interesting words.
But now the fortuneteller's words seemed not funny in Godfrey's mind, but sinister and threatening.
The clown's performance was over and he left the stage. The host said to the audience:
"And now it's you and the sword master, Jafar."
A tall muscular man with dark skin entered the scene. He had shaved part of his hair and raised the hair of the other part to his shoulders and tied a thick sword to his waist.
He took the sword out of its sheath and then put the tip in his mouth and began to swallow it. The spectators stared at this sight with their breaths held in their chests, and Jafar plunged the sword deeper and deeper into his throat until finally the sword disappeared completely.
Applause filled the tent and Jafar smiled and bowed to the audience. But then suddenly his face became contorted and he fell on his knees and started to throw up blood.
Applause gave way to screams of terror and Godfrey immediately moved to the stage next to Jafar and put his hand into his throat and pulled out the sword.
The bruise on Jafar's face disappeared and now he was no longer breathing raggedly. But his body was weakened due to blood loss and he was slowly passing out in Godfrey's arms.
Godfrey slapped him in the face several times and said:
"You mustn't sleep."
Jafar whispered:
"A dark cloud is closing in on me."
Godfrey sunk his fangs into his wrist and then placed his wrist over Jafar's mouth.
"Drink my blood."
Jafar started drinking Godfrey's blood. At first, slowly and reluctantly, but then with passion and desire. Blood was quickly transferred from Godfrey's body to Jafar's body, and life slowly returned to Jafar's half-life body.
After a few moments, Godfrey removed his wrist from Jafar's mouth and left the stage. The healers of St. Mango entered the circus tent and put Jafar on a stretcher and took him away.
As if he was in a dream, Jafar was staring at an unknown point and thinking to himself, will he get the chance to drink that life-giving liquid again?
