Author's Note:
Songs sung by the character Eryn belong to Unicorn Entertainments Ltd. They are 
clips of the songs from the performed version of Lord of the Dance. I claim no ownership 
except to the character who sings them.
Special thanks to Josh Schwartz for letting me use the character Lady Bug
	This creation was born when my friends and I were watching Michael Flatley's 
Lord of the Dance. It was obvious when we watched it that there was a story involved in 
all that dancing. But we weren't quite sure what. Anyway I went and wrote a story based 
only slightly on how we interpreted the dances and characters. For characters I used the 
Faeries involved in William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. Just because I 
love Faeries and love to play around with magic.
 	As future note for the story there are a few things you need to know. First of all, 
the races. The first race, being entirely normal and boring is HUMANS. The second race, 
being only partly normal and not natural is CREATURES. The third race, being able to 
use magic and not completely natural is FAE. The fourth race are beings made of 
complete magic and usually with no physical being, children of two from the forth race are 
also kept as part of this group. The fourth race is also called FAE. 
	For a final note this story is mostly my imagining and is not meant to fit the 
timeline of any other stories which are on the shelves, including A Midsummer Night's 
Dream. Which might explain why the Puck in this story is a girl, not a boy. 
	Send all rants, flames, curses, praises and comments to Destyi@isd.net. 

Raykell Summers/Snow Tigra 





The Lord Of Avalon

Oberon entered the small town in his usual manner. He wore his normal kingly 
robes and his head swiveled back and forth as he surveyed the aftermath. It had only been 
a few days ago that iron bullets and arrows and magical lasers had shot across these
very streets. War had reigned happily and taken down many in its path. Two of which had 
been Oberon's parents, Aubrey and Milina, the former king and queen of Avalon. So 
Oberon had immediately inherited the throne as was his bloodright. He now bore the 
burden of an entire kingdom on his young, thin shoulders. But at the moment his mind was 
not on the kingdom which he ruled, it was on finding someone. 
	The town was in ruins and not many Fae could be seen. There were still a scattered 
few who rushed from house to house, looting and searching for lost items and/or relatives. 
Oberon walked as fast as he could, trying to ignore the watching eyes of those who were 
injured or hurt and the stench of those who were dead. His only concern was the single 
house which had always stood at the edge of the city. It was a house he knew well. And 
all his thoughts were praying to every god Fae-kind had ever known that the occupants of 
this house had made it out alive. 
	When Oberon reached the edge of the town he was extremely alarmed for there 
was no house to be found! In its place lay a heap of rubble which had once been a free 
standing hut. Oberon forgot his kingly manor and immediately dove in. He dug with all his 
might, ignoring the fact that the small stones produced large scrapes on his light blue skin. 
He reached the bottom of the rubble only to find the body of some poor unfortunate Fae 
who had been poisoned by iron, its green skin covered with gray swirls and the red veins 
showing plainly through to the outside. Oberon swallowed hard and backed away, raising 
a hand to his face to block the stench. 
	Oberon turned away from the ruins and looked around him, no one was in sight. 
He closed his eyes momentarily and reached out with his mind. *Puck!* he called. The 
response was almost immediate: a bright flash happened beside him and a young girl 
appeared. She sat in a cross-legged position, floating upside down. Yet her bright blond 
curls stayed in perfect order as if she were floating right-side up. She wore a shimmering 
golden body suit with a small silver belt hanging lopsided around her waist. Attached to 
this belt, which was also hanging as if she were right-side up, was a small flute. It was 
carved out of ivory with a painted and embossed vine twirling around from top to bottom. 
Her bright red eyes glowed with a glee that was echoed in her light blue skin. Upon seeing 
Oberon she flipped over, right-side up, and landed dainty on one foot, not a hair out of 
place.
	"You called?" she asked in her normal jaunt.
	"Yes," Oberon said sullenly. "Ask around, I want you to find the lady Tia, she was 
not at the ruins of her house." 
	Puck gave a mock salute, "Aye aye cap'in!" Then she was gone with a bright flash. 
Oberon sighed and peered at his surroundings once more. He noticed that now there were 
more Fae moving about. He watched quietly as a pair of triplets helped their sister out of 
some rubble. Selene, Phoebe and Luna; Oberon knew them well. They were famous 
throughout Avalon for being the youngest oracles ever born. Oberon watched them 
quietly, trying to figure which sister they were pulling from the rubble, for all of their hair 
was filled with gray dust. Selene, blond; Phoebe, white; Luna, black. And even though he 
knew this it was still very hard to tell them apart, because there were perfect reflections of 
each other. These young oracles were called the Wyrd Sisters. 
	Oberon finally turned away from them, his mind drifting quickly back to Tia; was 
she all right? A voice sounded behind Oberon and he turned, once more, to see the Wyrd 
Sisters standing in a line in front of him. Puck appeared at his side at that moment. 
	"Hail all thy new king, Avalon shall prosper with the peace you bring," the blond 
Selene said. 
	"A king you are, wise and true, but beware the battle that awaits you," Phoebe's 
voice was just a pinch lower then her sister's. 
	"Oberon, a lord yon shall be . . . if you choose a wife to marry," Luna ended the 
rhyme in perfect rhythm to her sisters. 
	Oberon raised an eyebrow. "Stop speaking in riddles and say what you mean," he 
demanded. Luna's dark eyes starred intently up into Oberon's. Then, he watched silently as 
all three sisters turned in unison and walked away.
	"An odd bunch, ain't they?" Puck asked with a grin. 
	Oberon whirled around to face her, his cape billowing. "Did you find her?!"
	Puck dropped out of the air and, this time, onto both feet. "Yes, indeedy do! Your 
lady fair is in the field up yonder. Up there lie the sick and wounded, she be nursing them 
back to health." 
	"Oh, stop it! You sound like those blasted sisters!" 
	Puck opened her mouth to shout a remark in his face but then thought better of 
herself. They weren't just friends now, he was king, and that made all the difference. Puck 
shut her mouth and made a 'humph!' as she crossed her arms. 
	Oberon turned and started for the field 'up yonder'. He and Puck took the long 
way, they walked. The dead forest grew up around them, burnt trees rising half as tall as 
before. Puck floated along, never really liking to use her legs but preferring to float, and 
frowned at all the death. Everything was burnt, where the forest had once been covered 
with colorful flowers and filled with beautiful trees, it was now different shades of death. 
Puck looked down at a pile of leaves and her eyes watered up as she saw it was one of the
Elementals. She stopped and circled the body once, then closed her eyes and made it 
disappear in a blink of light. She opened her eyes to see Oberon watching her. 
	"There has been too much death," he agreed with her unspoken comment. Puck 
just nodded and followed, floating in a wavy pattern which echoed her sorrow. 
	They walked about half a mile farther before Oberon froze in his tracks. Puck 
paused and gave him a queer look, then she zipped up to his side. "What is it?" she asked, 
the yearning for adventure clearly showing. 
	Oberon shook his head and waved his hand in a motion of quietness. Puck, in
response, zipped up into the small cover of the burnt branches above. She peered down on 
the small clearing which they had almost entered. In it stood two men. Puck drew in a 
sharp breath as she recognized them, the Masks! Men from Victor's army!! Puck flitted 
around to a closer branch still out of their view. She held her breath as she tried to listen 
to what they were saying.
	" . . . everywhere, must have been quite a fight," said the taller one. 
	The other nodded. Puck quickly dubbed them Tiny and Tall. Tiny spoke next. "I 
don't like it and you know Victor won't either! They were all supposed to die." 
	"The fourth race? Time will still hold to our side. They can defeat us as much as 
they like, but we always come back. Victor will soon be the victor." 
	Tiny laughed gruffly. "Time will tell indeed. Come, we must go! Before we are 
spotted!" 
	The two men raced off into the forest, moving at the speed of wild cats. Puck 
waited until they were completely out of sight, then she floated down and landed
next to Oberon. Oberon gave her a questioning look. 
	"Victor's men, they were talking about an upcoming battle," she explained. 
	Oberon rubbed his chin and frowned. "It seems the war is not over." He paused 
and pondered this for a moment.  "Puck, follow them. I want you to join Victor's men." 
Puck nodded, then stopped. "You want me to what?"
"I want you to join Victor's army."
	"But that's treason!" Puck floated off the ground and spun around a few times. 
"No way!" 
	"I don't want you to join his side, I want you to join his army and get me 
information on their next attack. I don't care what you have to do to get in,
just do it!"
	Puck stopped in mid-zip and thought about it. She was the best trickster in the 
land, who says she couldn't pull this off? And besides what was so bad about a little 
adventure? Her life certainly needed some. Puck nodded and gave a mock-salute. "I'll find 
out what you need to know." Then she turned and zipped off after Victor's men. Oberon, 
in the meantime, headed for the field where Tia was supposed to have been. Little did he 
know that Tia's friends had already warned her that he was coming and she was safely 
hidden away. 
	
* * * 

Tia watched silently as Oberon entered the healing camp. She adverted her eyes 
from him, watching the healers rush from cot to cot with different healing concoctions 
from her tree-top hiding place. The healers, which numbered few as it was, had their work 
cut out for them. Tia yearned to leave her hiding place and go down to help them. But she 
knew that if she left while Oberon was still around he would not let her continue to help
them. After all he was the new King and in order to stay King he had to choose a wife. Tia 
knew she loved him but she was very young and not ready to commit to a husband, much 
less a family or a kingdom. 
	So she watched silently as he walked from Fae to Fae, asking for her whereabouts. 
It seemed like an eternity before he finally gave up. Tia watched as his shoulders slumped 
in defeat and he headed for the edge of the camp. She waited a whole ten minutes after he 
was out of sight to call down. 
	"Ladybug, your help please." 
	A young healer in a black and red dress walked over. She reached up her hand and 
slowly helped Tia down from the tree. 
	"Many thanks," Tia said with a smile.
	"Always, Tia. I will always be here to help you keep your feet on the ground," 
Ladybug jested with a smile. Tia grinned back and headed for the next sickbed. The two 
worked in silence for a while, wrapping and treating wounds. They worked till the sun 
moved well below the horizon and the stars shone brightly. The moon glowed overhead 
around the time Tia started to drift off.  
She was in the middle of wrapping the wound on a white-haired Fae when her eyes 
slipped shut and she almost fell over. To her surprise the white-haired Fae jumped up and
grabbed onto her, keeping her from hitting the ground hard. She shook her head, clearing 
the sleep momentarily, and looked at him. 
	"Thank you," she muttered. 
	The white-haired Fae grinned lightly. "That would'a hurt just a might more then 
mine," he gestured with his bandaged head. Tia nodded and yawned. Ladybug rushed 
over. 
	"Tia? What happened? You almost fell over!"
	The white-haired Fae grinned, "Our lady here has worked her share for the day. 
Me thinks it's time she caught up on her beauty sleep." The male Fae twirled the word 
beauty around on his tongue. It was quite clear he was already fond of Tia. 
	Tia frowned. "But where shall I go? My home was burnt down in the great fires," 
she protested. Yet he took it all in stride. 
	"There be room at my house. That is if you be willing to honor me with your 
company." 
	Tia smiled lightly and nodded, "What is your name? You remind me of Adrian, 
The Puck." 
	The little man grinned, "I am honored to be compared to THE Puck. My name is
Robin Goodfellow." He gave an exaggerated bow, then groaned and touched his head 
lightly. Ladybug threw him a look. 
	"It would be better if you stayed in bed," she commented with her hands on her 
hips. 
	Robin just grinned and an apple appeared in his hands, he took a bite. "An apple a 
day keeps the healer away." 
	Tia covered her mouth to hold back the childish giggle but it escaped anyway. 
Ladybug responded with an air of calmness, "All right, you may escort Tia to your home, 
and watch her there. But she is not to be discovered, especially not by our lord." Robin 
raised an eyebrow at this but said nothing. "And if your head gets any worse you are to 
report to me immediately, agreed?"
	Robin stopped himself in mid-nod to keep himself from getting dizzy. "Oakalie 
dokalie. How could I disobey such a pretty healer?" 
	Ladybug gave a good natured laugh then turned to attend to the other patients, 
"Sleep well, Tia." 
	"I will," she promised, then she and Robin Goodfellow headed off for the forest.
	They walked for a while in silence. Finally Tia spoke up, "I believe I've heard your 
name before but I can't seem to place it." She yawned and tapped her chin thoughtfully. 
Robin floated beside her. 
	"You mentioned that I reminded you of the Puck, well, I did try out for the job. 
But I wasn't peppy enough." 
	"Are you sure? I would have guessed that you and Adrian were related."
	Robin adverted his eyes to the ground and frowned. "We are," he muttered. 
	Tia stopped in mid-stride and gave him a curious look. "You're what?" 
	Robin took a deep breath and floated around in front of Tia. "Adrian is my sister. 
True, we are all children of Oberon now, but she is my sister by the fact that we are 
twins." 
	"I should have known." They both started walking again, or rather Tia walked and 
Robin floated. "Why do you act so embarrassed?" 
	"Well, she beat me fair and square, but it's a little unnerving to be beaten by your 
younger sister, and a girl at that. No offense to her ladyship, of course!" That quirky grin 
slid across Robin's face once more.
	"I've also been meaning to ask you, why do you act like I'm the queen?"
	"I overheard Oberon asking around for you. He's the king and he should be 
worried about the kingdom, but it seems he was more worried about his throne and his 
wife-to-be, " Robin pointed his thumb in Tia's direction.  
	"Yes," Tia said with a nod, bringing her arms up to hug herself. "He is rather 
selfish." 
	"Far be it Robin's place to play Cupid, but . . . do you love him?" 
	Tia sighed and looked up at the stars. "I don't know. He's selfish, egotistical and 
rude at times. He's stubborn but . . ." she paused and glanced sideways in thought. "I'm 
really not sure. I thought you were supposed to know about these things when they
happened, but I'm just confused."
	"Old human wise man say heart knows best, . . . but he was human after all." 
Robin shrugged
and crossed his legs, which resulted in him looking like a levitating child. And he was now 
even higher off the ground. "What if he caught you right now and asked you to marry 
him?" 
	Tia glared lightly at Robin, "That's none of your business!" 
	Robin dropped to his feet in front of Tia, forcing her to stop in mid-stride. His 
voice grew heavy and he looked at Tia seriously, "Lady ia, will you marry me?" 
	"I won't marry you but I will slap you, Robin! Don't tempt me!" Still, try as she 
might, Tia could not hold back her betraying smile. 
	Robin's voice dropped back to normal. "Aww, come on! Play along." His voice 
deepened again. "What do ya say?" 
	Tia sighed. "I'm just not ready, I . . . I'm too young to make this decision!" 
	Robin frowned and levitated once more. "But . . ." he prompted.
	"But I'm afraid that if I say no he'll choose someone else and then I'll find out . . . " 
Tia turned away. "I'll find out I really do love him."
	Robin grinned thoughtfully. "So tell him what you just told me." 
	Tia whirled around, "Oh, no! I couldn't!" 
	He levitated up and flipped upside-down, facing her as if he were a bat. "Why 
not?" 
	Tia opened her mouth, but paused, "Because I'd be too embarrassed." Her cheeks 
grew hot and she brought up her hands to cover them.
	"Think about it," he said with a wink. "Meanwhile I think I've bothered you 
enough. I won't say a thing more." Robin flitted over to a small hut that had seemed to 
appear out of nowhere. Tia shrugged and followed him. One side of her wanted to hurt
Robin, for embarrassing her, but the other wanted to thank him, because now she knew 
how she really felt. Tia shut the door behind her and almost immediately fell into a spare 
bed Robin offered her. Robin just grinned and left the room. 
	
* * * 

Oberon watched quietly from the bushes as the lights in Robin's house went out. 
He had seen the whole thing, or rather heard it.  Oberon had known that Tia was at the 
healing camp, Puck had told him that, so he'd waited until she came out of hiding. Then
he waited to see what Robin would do. Robin was well-known around Avalon for his 
mischievous nature, which was almost as good as Adrian's. But Oberon had not known 
that Adrian and Robin were twins! This was quite interesting. But the best thing that came 
out of this eavesdropping was that he now knew how Tia felt about him, and he wasn't 
pleased.
	Quietly Oberon stood up and turned toward the large castle in the Avalon 
mountains. Then he disappeared in a flash of blue smoke. Robin pulled back the curtain on 
one of his windows and watched the smoke dissipate. He grinned lightly and closed the 
drapes. 

* * * 

Tiny and Tall entered Victor's camp just before sunrise. Puck watched quietly from 
the trees. Below she saw the men talking and jesting at each other. The smell of rich Faery 
ale hung in the air and Puck grinned, expecting some of the soldiers to have bubbles float 
out of their mouths. Many tents covered the field, most likely filled with nothing but cots. 
Puck noted with disgust that most of the weapons the men held had not been cleaned. 
Many still had the blood crusted on them. Puck swallowed hard and watched quietly as 
Tiny and Tall entered Victor's tent, the large colorful one. 
	Without a second thought, she flitted over to a loose flap which was out of sight 
from the whole camp. Puck landed lightly on the ground and moved the flap just enough 
so she could peek in, she got a perfect view. Victor sat on a large wooden chair, fashioned 
much like the king's throne in the main castle of Avalon. He looked relatively unaged from 
the last time she'd seen him, ten years ago when the war had started. He wore a metallic 
purple mask and a outfit of purple armor, with his adopted insignia painted on. It was an 
ancient Fae sign, meaning iron. Victor called himself the Iron Fist, as ironic as it seemed. 
You see Iron was poisonus to the Fae, even the act of touching it could send you to a 
healer's bed for weeks. Still many had dropped to calling him and his men the Masks, just 
to belittle them. 
	Victor tapped his black boot on the packed-down dirt, making a soft clicking 
sound. "Where is the queen?" He asked Tiny and Tall in a low threatening voice. 
	"She wasn't in her house, sir." 
Victor rolled his eyes. "Tell me you at least finished that part!"
	"The house is gone, no trace is left." Tiny said gruffly. 
	Victor stood up and stared straight at the two men, his purple eyes burning 
brightly. "I am sending you out again. This time you will bring me the queen. You will 
bring her dead or alive, on this I do not care. But you will either bring me her or her head, 
is that clear?" 
	Tiny and Tall nodded and quickly left the tent. For a moment Victor just paced 
around, beating the dirt down even harder. But he suddenly paused and turned to stare
straight at Puck. Her heart jumped up into her throat. She sprang up from her hiding place 
and turned to run for the woods when an invisible force grabbed onto her throat. Puck 
gave a yell as she was dragged into the tent through the loose flap. Once inside the 
invisible grip loosened and she landed hard on her bottom. Puck cried out and glared up at 
Victor. 
	"What in Avalon's name was that for! You almost broke my neck!" 
	Victor frowned, "Maybe I should finish the job. You have less then two
seconds to explain what you were doing spying on me." 
	Puck swallowed, "I wasn't spying."
	"Then what were you doing?" Victor's eyes seemed to glow and Puck frowned. 
This wasn't good at all, she was in big trouble. 
	"Ok, fine I was spying. But not for info I was seeing if I'd made the right choice." 
	Victor raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He tapped his foot, making it
clear Puck needed to get to the point.
"I'll make it short and simple, I want to join your army," Puck creatively stamped 
down her foot. Victor grinned slightly and Puck knew she was out of immediate danger. 
She relaxed. 
"And I'll make my answer short and simple, you're a girl." 
Puck stuck out her tongue, "So what? So you're a boy! I don't see your point. You 
got a problem with my gender?"
	"No, not with your gender, with your age. You are too young." 
Puck crossed her arms and frowned deeply, "Aww, come on. Lemme at least try to 
help. Because if I can't get into your army, your men will probably kill me during the
winning battle."
	Victor seemed to consider this, Puck remembered belatedly that almost no one on 
Avalon remembered her title, at this point in time that fact was a blessing! Victor nodded 
slowly, tapping his chin. "All right. I'll let you in if you find some information for me. Find 
out where Oberon has hidden the Lady Tia."
	Puck opened her mouth to shout out a protest, then stopped herself. This was 
most likely her only chance. Puck shut her mouth and nodded slowly, forcing her playful 
attitude to return. "I can find the queen for you, but what then?"
	"You will only find out where she is hiding, then I want you to report back
to me."
	"Then you will lead your men down to capture her. A noble plan indeed." 
	Victor nodded smungly. Puck grinned lightly, she sure knew how to pick them. 
Puck gave a mock salute, and promised she wouldn't fail. 
	"You had better not. Oh and by the way, what is your name?"
	"Adri." Puck said simply. It wasn't quite a lie yet it wasn't quite the truth . . . in any 
case it would have to do. "I will find the queen for you, don't worry." Victor nodded and 
Puck left the tent. 

* * * 

She closed her eyes and dreamed softly of what had been. This very field, the tall 
green grass swaying back and forth with the wind. The trees watching over the field, like 
silent sentinels, ready to stand up and guard all that resided under their care. The golden 
and white flowers, dotting themselves across the land, never reducing the number of the 
other plants but living in a gentle equilibrium of life. 
	Her nose shut itself to the burnt stench and instead recalled memories of cinnamon, 
pollen and oak. Her mind brought up the scene of the field in black and white. Yet, slowly 
and methodically, it colored in each branch, leaf and grain. It was like a complicated
color-by-number. The one that you loved so much it took you hours to paint it just right. 
But she could not get the color of the grain stacks right. For some reason her mind 
couldn't remember the correct shade of gold . . . she lifted the paint brush and
dipped it in a bright yellow, close enough, and touched the grain stalks. Suddenly the 
images shattered, like a broken mirror. Her eyes flew open and were greeted with the sight 
of a dead, barren land covered with a thin layer of ashes. 
	Vicky knelt down and scooped up a handful of ashes. Silently she peered at them, 
then blew on them softly, sending them swirling into the wind. Yes, there was still beauty 
in this death. In fact, as she watched, the ashes seemed to dance around, telling the tale of 
how they were born from the great leaping flames. Vicky smiled softly and kicked up 
more ashes with her feet as she stood up. The result was a short-lived tornado of 
blackness, blanketing the all she could see. Without warning Vicky let out a laugh. It 
wasn't a light laugh of glee, but one of complete madness. One only someone who was 
completely insane could have made. She laughed. 
	And laughed.
	And laughed. 
	Then she dropped down onto the ashes as if they were a soft mattress. She rolled 
over a couple of times, yet the ashes didn't even smear onto her sparkling red dress. 
Finally she stopped to lay on her chest, grinning madly. She dug under the ashes and 
pretended to pick a flower from an imaginary steam. 
	"He loves me," she hummed, plucking off an invisible petal. 
	"He loves me not," Vicky's face became enraged as she pulled off the second petal. 
	"He loves me," she said quietly. The imaginary flower disappeared as she crushed 
her hand into a fist and rolled over. Looking up at the bright blue sky she watched the 
ivory clouds float by. "He loves me," she repeated. "He shall love me . . . or . . . " Vicky 
bit her lip in thought. "Or . . . or he shall die." 
	All was dead silent in the dead field. Vicky lay quietly, just watching the clouds. 
"He will die," she moved her lips to the words but no sound came out. Then, all of a 
sudden, she rolled over and began giggling up a storm. Vicky rolled in the ashes endlessly 
and her light giggles filled the air. Anyone passing would have thought she was completely
insane. Yet they would never have known how right they were. 

* * *

The vackree sang a low mournful song as Eryn pulled her bow across its strings. 
She moved the diamond shaped violin-like instrument closer to her left shoulder and began 
playing again. The sound came out smooth, clear and sad. Eryn tilted the vackree slightly 
and the note became sharp, giving the tune a strange eerie sound. Lightly she began to 
hum, just letting the notes float out with love and care. Her song ceased immediately as 
the doors to the royal hall opened. Eryn jumped to her feet and held the vackree tightly at 
her side. She bowed deeply as Oberon entered the room. 
	"M'lord," she muttered. 
	"Please, as you were," Oberon rubbed his temples and walked slowly to the marble
throne. Eryn nodded wordlessly and sat down on the large cushion reserved for bards. She 
watched Oberon sit down and carefully chose her words. 
	"Does my lord wish a song?" 
	Oberon nodded and waved his fingers. "Yes, yes. Something . . . what was the 
piece you were working on before I entered?" 
	"That piece my lord? But it is not finished." 
	"Never mind that, play what you have so far." 
	Eryn smiled lightly, her cheeks going just near blushing. She picked up her 
instrument and positioned it on her shoulder. Lightly she began to play, holding the notes 
out so they reached that same kind of eerie tone. After going through a couple measures 
she let the song carry her to another world. Once there her mouth opened and she began 
to sing. 
	
	"I wish I were on yonder hill
		Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill 
		Till every tear would turn on me." 

Eryn paused and waited till the song went through the refrain and to the next 
verse, at which point she began singing again. 
	"I'll sell my roc 
		I'll sell my reel 
		I sell my only spinning wheel 
		An' buy my love a sword of steel." 
	More pausing, then she continued onto the last verse.
		"I wish 
		I wish
		I wish in vain 
		I wish I had my heart again 
		And vainly think I'd not complain." 
	She hummed slightly, ending on two quiet notes. 
		"Means love." 
	Eryn played the last part of the song slowly tilting the instrument, which resulted in 
the music fading out of existence. When she was done, she carefully laid down the bow 
and glanced up at Oberon through her bright red bangs. He sat silently on his throne, his 
chin propped on his wrist. 
	"M'lord?" Eryn laid down the instrument and tilted her head questionably. "My 
lord?"
	"How do I do it, Eryn, how do I do it?" 
	Eryn stood up and walked over to the throne, dropping down onto her knees at his
feet, "What, pray tell, would you mean, my lord?" 
	"The lady Tia," Oberon sighed, his eyes glazing over as he spoke. "I heard what 
she thinks of me. She says I'm a selfish, stubborn little boy. Tell me Eryn, how can I 
convince her that these are not true?"
	Eryn tilted her head and her green eyes roamed the room, as if looking for the 
answer to be floating in the air around her. Finally she looked back at Oberon, "I do not 
know my lord. But I do know that Lady Tia is very young. She may not be ready to 
marry." 
	Oberon sighed and shook his head, blinking away the glazed-over look. "That's 
exactly what she said. She claimed she was too young to marry but . . . " Oberon trailed 
off and drifted back into his own little world. Eryn looked away from him and smoothed 
the wrinkles out of her short ebony skirt. 
	"My lord, why not speak with her? Go and find her again, ask her to marry you. 
But don't demand it. She is afraid of losing her childhood before she can enjoy it. You 
know as I do that you both grew up in the bed of war. She has had no chance to be a 
child, and that is one of the worst things to lose. You must be willing to give her quite a 
bit of freedom if you two marry. The wedlock is not just about husband owning wife, but 
it is also about partnership in all things." Oberon nodded but said nothing. Eryn sighed and 
leaned back on her elbows. "The law was not made so that the kingdom would die if a 
single king did. The law of wedlock was created so that Avalon could be ruled by both a
female and a male and be fair to all. So may I humbly suggest, my lord, that if you are not 
able to convince Tia please choose a wife that would rule fairly and justly." 
	Oberon grinned slightly. "Like you?" he jested. 
	Eryn jerked her head up to look at Oberon and her cheeks flushed red, "Oh no! My 
lord, that is not what I meant! I simply meant that if you could not marry Tia, don't marry 
another just out of spite." 
	Oberon's grin faded and he nodded slowly. He rubbed his chin lightly then glanced 
back at Eryn, "Lady Eryn, do you have another song which you could play? One that is 
finished?"
	Eryn thought for a moment then stood up and bowed, "That I do my lord." She 
turned and walked lightly to her cushion and instrument. She positioned her instrument 
and proceeded to sing a song about the great days of King Aubrey and Queen Milina. 
Oberon leaned back in his chair and listened quietly, thinking of how much Tia would 
enjoy Eryn's singing. 

* * * 

The smell of clover and pineapple drifted into Tia's room. Her eyes fluttered 
slightly and she rolled over. The scent followed her, beckoning her to get up and follow it
back to its origin. Tia's eyes opened and she yawned, stretching quietly. Then she pushed 
back the covers and stepped onto the packed dirt floor. She walked with silent feet out of 
the bedroom and into the kitchen. She was greeted by a wonderful assortment of smells so 
strong she could almost taste the food. Tia turned her head and spotted Robin  
Goodfellow. He floated in a cross-legged position, a chef's hat sitting lopsided on his head. 
	The white-haired Fae hummed cheerfully as he twirled his fingers. Spoons and 
forks in mixing bowls around the room mimicked his fingers' movements, mixing several 
different concoctions at once. When he began to move his wrists in exaggerated 
movements, the mixing bowls bounced off the counter and table, amazingly not spilling 
any of their contents. The spoons and forks continued to stir as the bowls bounced and 
hopped their way to a large mixing bowl which sat in Robin's lap. Then one by one they 
poured their contents into the large bowl. Each time a new concoction started pouring, a 
different colored puff of smoke flew out and filled the room with another delicious
smell. Tia watched with wonder as the bowl was finally filled. 
	Robin dropped his fingers and grabbed on to the outside of the bowl. Each of the 
smaller ones puffing out of existence. He took the large bowl and threw it up in the air. 
Then, as it came down, he hit it. The bowl sailed over toward the kitchen table at which 
point it shattered. Two plates, two spoons, two knives, and two forks landed first. Then a 
dinner roll landed dainty on each plate, followed by a pancake-like glob of food. Robin
smiled at his work and nodded, then turned in Tia's direction. 
	"GYAH!" He yelled when he spotted her. He lost his grip on his magic and 
plummeted to the floor, landing hard on his butt. Robin groaned and rubbed his still 
bandaged head. He looked up at Tia and frowned, "Don't you know not to sneak up on 
people when they are using that much magic?"
	Tia grinned, "I didn't sneak up on you. I was watching since before you mixed 
everything together." 
	Robin opened his mouth then shut it quickly. His shoulders shrugged. "Oh all right, 
just please warn me next time!" 
	Tia nodded and went over to the table. She looked at the glob of color on her plate 
and raised an eyebrow as she sat down. "What is it?" 
	Robin floated over to where his chair should have been and just levitated at that 
height. "It's called Sharish, only Adrian and I know how to make it. It'll taste like anything
you want it to be. Just close your eyes and take a bite." 
	The two ate in silence, except for Tia's remark at how good the Sharish really was. 
Once they had finished, Tia spoke up about the decision she had made, "I plan to go to the 
castle and tell him what I think." 
	Robin nodded slowly, a grin just slightly being held back. "Then I wish you good 
luck, fair lady." 
	Tia smiled, "Many thanks for the place of bed and the food. I'll remember you in 
the future. Just make sure you take care of your head." 
	Robin let his grin free and tapped his head lightly. "Ye bet I will! Come again some 
time!" 
	Tia left soon after. She directed herself toward the castle in the Avalon mountains 
and closed her eyes, disappearing in a puff of green and pink swirled smoke. She appeared
in the main hall of the castle and looked around a bit before setting off for the throne 
room. Little did she know that she wasn't the only one headed for Oberon's chamber. 
	
* * * 

Vicky walked with an air of grace, moving her body so that all she passed would 
notice. Her red dress sparkled brightly in the Faery lights filled the halls with an impressive 
sun-like glow. Her red heels tapped lightly on the castle stone, quietly announcing her 
arrival to the throne room. Vicky rounded the corner to see a young girl waiting by the 
large oak doors. 
	Her pink hair was pencil straight, much in contrast to Vicky's dark ebony curls. 
And that green skin, it almost made her look sick in Vicky's opinion. Vicky shook her 
head and placed her hand on the door, "Run along child, this is no place for maids to be 
straggling." 
	The girl glared lightly then shook it off, "And who are you to tell me what to do?" 
	"I am Victoria, Lord Oberon's betrothed," Vicky turned around and glared straight 
into the girl's eyes. The girl gave her an odd look. 
	"I'm afraid you are mistaken. I am Lord Oberon's betrothed. My name is Titania." 
	Vicky gasped and pure hatred filled her voice. "The young queen is it then? You 
were supposed to be dead!"
	"I beg your pardon!" 
	Vicky waved her hand lightly and the two appeared in the dead field. Tia only took 
a moment to regain her composure at the sudden transport. "How dare you!" Vicky 
screamed. 
	"How dare I? What about you? You're the one rumored to be working for Victor!" 
Tia frowned.
	Vicky's eyes glowed lightly. "You will pray that you had never said that." Her right 
hand reached up and a ball of swirling black magic appeared, Tia backed away quickly. 
"Poor poor child, too bad you have to die so soon. You would have made a beautiful 
queen." Vicky moved her hand and the ball of magic launched itself straight at Tia. 
	Tia dived away, landing hard on the ashes and covering herself with a thin black 
layer. She turned to face Vicky only to see that she had launched another ball, and
this time there was no time to get out of the way. Tia watched with rising terror as the 
magic flew toward her. Then, suddenly it was gone, caught by a . . . cloud? 
	Tia closed her eyes and replayed the event in her mind. And yes, just at the right 
moment a cloud had come down and intercepted the magic, absorbing it! Tia opened her 
eyes and found that it was not a cloud in front of her but one of the air Elementals. 
	"My lady, are you all right?" The elemental asked, his voice floating like wind 
through reeds.
	"Yes, thank you." Tia took the hand he offered and stood up. Then she turned and 
faced Vicky. "Care to try that again?" she asked quietly. 
	Vicky moved her hand and started to create another ball of magic but it 
disappeared quickly. For as she watched: the ashes, clouds and light converged on Tia, 
taking form and shaping into three of the many Elementals scattered throughout Avalon. 
Vicky frowned deeply. 
	"So the legends are true. There is still a living child of the elements. You are their
queen." 
	Tia said nothing but nodded lightly. 
	"The queen of the Elementals, many would kill to know who you are. I'll make you
a deal. You not tell what you have heard here and I won't reveal who you are."
	"What makes you think you have any right to orchestrate a deal with anyone?" 
	Vicky just grinned evilly. "Your choice of course. Do not test me little one." Then 
she wavered out of sight, leaving only empty space. 
	Tia dropped to the ground and sighed. The cloud man drifted lightly to her side. 
"This is not good."
	"Indeed not," agreed the ashes, the elemental of death.
	"Thank you, Daykinn, Ashliy. And you as well Glow." 
	The light Elemental nodded, "We will always be here to protect you, princess." 
	Tia sensed tension in Glow's voice, "But?"
	"But we regret to inform you that Elwin was found dead in the forest."
	"Take me to him!" Tia rushed with the other Elementals and soon came to the 
Elemental Puck had buried earlier. Tia dropped lightly down by the small grave and just 
sat there for a moment. Then she closed her eyes, holding back tears. Noise from behind 
her made her open her eyes. Tia turned to see Robin arguing with Daykinn. 
	"The queen will not be disturbed," Daykinn stated firmly. 
	"Queen? What queen? Tia ain't even married to Oberon yet. All I wanna do is say 
good-bye to an old friend. Is it too much to ask for me to say good-bye to Elwin? Besides
what are Elementals doing here anyway? There's no reason to gather together unless your 
que . . . " Robin stopped and stared at Tia with wide eyes. 
	"It's all right Daykinn, you may let him pass," Tia said lightly. The cloud elemental 
nodded and backed out of Robin's way. Robin walked slowly toward Tia. 
	"They all said that the Elemental Queen was dead," he whispered. Robin
remembered the tales his mother had told him and Adrian about the Elemental Queen. 
Once, long ago in Avalon's history, the normal Fae and the Elemental Fae had not gotten 
along. There were wars everywhere and no one knew what to do. Then the queen of the 
Elementals stepped forward and pledged to marry Avalon's present lord. The two were 
wed and the Elementals worked with the normal Fae to create a world they could both live 
in. But that Queen had died ages ago, and her only daughter had disappeared. And now 
the Elementals were saying Tia was their queen?! For some reason, Robin didn't doubt it. 
	Tia nodded. "My mother never told me that I was part of the family. She left word 
with three Elementals to reveal it to me if she were to die." 
	Robin grinned slightly, "So that's why you want to marry Oberon so much?" 
	"Not really. I guess I do kind of love him but . . . yes, it would be better for the 
Elementals if I was united with him." 
	"Caught between a rock and a hard place, are we? Well anything I can do to help 
just ask." 
	"Thank you Robin, it is much appreciated." 
	"My lady!!" 
	Tia looked up suddenly to see that Glow, Daykinn and Ashliy had disappeared and 
right where they had been standing was Oberon. Robin jumped to his feet and gave a light 
bow.
	"M'lord?" Tia just nodded in Oberon's direction. Oberon walked over to her and 
took her hands in his, "Where have you been hiding? I have been looking for you forever!" 
	"I was not hiding my lord." She said as she stood up, ignoring the hand he offered 
her. "I helped to heal the wounded and then went to sleep. If I had been hiding you would 
not have been able to find me." Oberon frowned. "My lady, I wish for you to come stay in 
the castle with me. It is not safe out here with the Masks roaming about." 
	"I can take care of myself," Tia brushed away what she could of the ashes that 
clung to her clothes. But then she paused, thinking of what Vicky had said. No doubt 
Vicky was planning to try and marry Oberon, and claim Avalon as her own. Tia glanced 
away. "But my house was burnt down my lord. It would be appreciated if you could find a
place for me to stay." 
	"Say no more. If you will my lady?" Oberon reached out his arm for Tia to take it. 
	Tia hesitated and glanced at Robin, he just winked at her as if to say 'Go for it!' 
She nodded mentally and took Oberon's arm. Then the two disappeared in a cloud of 
smoke. 
	They appeared in Oberon's throne room and he took her hand quietly. He kissed it 
and smiled at her, "My lady Tia, will you join with me in wedlock?" 
	Tia opened her mouth but paused, her throat was dry and she didn't know what to 
say. She pulled her hand back and turned away, hugging herself. Oberon watched her with 
sad eyes. 
	"Will you?" He asked again in a quieter voice. 
	"Oh, I really don't know. There's so much to think about . . . now doesn't seem like
the best time to decide," Tia closed her eyes and just stood there, willing him to command 
her to marry him, or something!
	"What else could I think about? You don't know how much it worried me when I 
could not find you. I thought you had surely died when I saw that pile of rubble which was 
once your home." 
	Tia remembered that house well, she had loved it. And only by fleeing the night 
before had she escaped the attack. She wished now that another attack would come, or at 
least something to get her out of this uncomfortable position. 
	"Tia please. I would have no one else be my queen." 
	Tia frowned and opened her eyes, still with her back to him. "Times make me think 
you should be more worried about the Masks," she turned around slowly. "What do you 
have to stop them if they were to try again?"
	"The royal Avalon army is the best in the land," Oberon boasted without faltering. 
Tia shook her head. 
	"What proof have you of this?"
	"Come, I shall show you," Oberon offered his hand again. This time Tia took it 
without hesitation, glad to be going to some place public. 
	The next few hours were spent in the armaments. Oberon took Tia from room to 
room, showing off the many weapons and the men who wielded them. Tia was glad
to get to a place where they were not alone and she found that many of these Fae were 
skilled. She concluded that if the Masks were to attack they would surely find this army to 
be a worthy adversary. Before long it was night fall and, after much coaxing, Tia 
convinced Oberon that she needed her sleep. He finally stepped down and led her to her 
room, where she immediately fell into a deep dreamless slumber. 

* * *

The halls of the castle darkened considerably as the stars appeared outside. The 
Faery lights automatically dimmed themselves, echoing the night's atmosphere inside of 
the castle. 
	True, shimmering golden body suits were not the best spying outfits but Puck 
wasn't worried about this. She walked down the halls one hand free and the other clasping 
onto her flute. As she walked she slowly brought the flute up to her mouth and blew a few
notes. The music flew through the castle walls causing all who heard it to fall asleep. True, 
Oberon would probably get really mad if he saw this, but it was necessary for the illusion 
of working for Victor. Puck danced down the halls, playing her flute softly and putting all 
who heard the music to sleep. She paused when she came to a corner, she'd heard voices. 
Puck attached her flute to her belt and peeked around the corner. Tiny and Tall! And they 
were taking orders from a woman in a red dress! Puck bounced off the floor and flitted 
over behind them, positive no one had spotted her. She watched quietly as they broke
into Tia's room. 
	Upon seeing Tia lying in the bed, sleeping soundly, Puck gasped. They were going 
to kill her!!! But she made too much noise when she gasped and the woman in the red 
dress turned around, "Get her!" 
	Puck turned and darted out of the room, and down the hall but Tiny and Tall were 
fast. Too fast. Tiny jumped up behind her and landed on her back. Puck gave a yelp of 
pain and struggled to get up. 
	"Don't even think about it, you little trickster."
	"Get off me, you big olf! I think you broke something!" 
	Vicky entered the hallway and watched with her hands on her hips as Tiny pulled 
Puck to her feet. Vicky walked over and slapped Puck across the face. 
	"Oww!!" Puck yelled. Then she spat in Vicky's face. 
	"Little twerp! Glash," she said to Tiny, "take her back to Victor, he'll know what 
to do with her." 
	"Ack! No!" Puck wiggled and struggled, kicking Tiny in the shin. Tiny gave a yell 
of pain and accidentally loosened his grip. In a moment Puck was free and she disappeared 
into thin air.
	"You fool! Glash, take Jayden with you and get her back! Do not let her get to 
Oberon!!!" 
	Tiny and Tall nodded and disappeared quickly. Meanwhile Vicky turned and 
headed back for Tia's room. She reached it to find Tia had slept through the entire 
struggle. Vicky grinned to herself. "And now, my little queen, you shall pay for turning 
your children on me." 
	Vicky twirled her hand slightly and a dagger appeared, a dagger with an iron 
blade! She slunk toward the bed with incredible silence, poising the dagger straight over 
Tia's heart, then brought the blade down. 
	Tia opened her eyes a split second before the blade descended and rolled out of the 
way. The blade, mercifully, only tore a hole in her sleeve. Tia rolled off the side of the bed 
and crouched there silently, watching Vicky with fearful eyes. 
	"Little wench!" Vicky jumped forward, aiming the dagger at Tia once more. Tia 
brought up her arm, clutching the quilt in her hand, and covered Vicky's head with the 
think cloth. Vicky gave a yell of rage as she tried to wriggle her way out. Meanwhile Tia 
raced out of the room. 
	She fled down the halls, taking turns at random. The halls all looked the same and 
the only clue that she hadn't doubled back was the sound of Vicky's heels tapping on the 
stone behind her. Tia's breath became short and her side began to ache, what was worse is 
she couldn't hear Vicky behind her anymore. Had she doubled back? Tia rounded a corner 
and bumped headlong into Oberon. She looked up into his deep eyes and seemed to melt 
into his arms, sobbing softly. 
	"My lady, what is it?" Oberon was fairly alarmed. Every time he had ever run into 
Tia she had always been strong, she had never burst into tears like this before, it just 
wasn't her. 
	"Assassins," she said quietly. Oberon's eyes narrowed and filled with rage. 
	"Assassins? Stay here, don't worry. I will take care of them." Oberon took off 
down the hall at a quick walk, toward where his army was. But something stopped him in 
mid stride.
	*OBERON! HELP!!*

* * * 

Puck raced through the forest, running as fast as she could. She had long given up 
just floating and flitting away. Magic could be tracked and right now she didn't want to be 
caught at all. She raced around the trees, nearly running into a lot of them because of how 
dark it was. She couldn't hear Tiny and Tall behind her but she knew they were there.
Puck swerved around a tree and bumped straight into another one. 
No, it wasn't a tree! It was one of Victor's men! Puck jumped back and lost her 
footing, landing on the ground. 
	"Well, well, if it isn't the trickster," Tiny laughed. Tall came up behind Puck. Tiny 
reached down and snapped the flute off Puck's belt. 
	"Give that back!!" Puck yelled. 
	Tiny just laughed and threw it over Puck's head, into the waiting hands of Tall. 
Puck dived for Tall but the flute flew all the way to Tiny's hands once more. Puck whirled 
around and ran up to Tiny. 
	"Give it back!!"
	Tiny grinned, "All right. I'll give you back your toy, Puck!" He brought the flute 
down and before Puck could do a thing he broke the flute over his knee. 
	"NO!!!" Puck dropped to her knees and looked sadly at the two pieces. Robin had 
made her that flute as a no-hard-feelings-that-you-won-and-I-didn't gift. She always had it, 
and now she felt strangely empty. As Puck knelt there crying over the broken pieces she 
never even saw the rest of Victor's army surround her. A least not until Victor said 
something. 
	"Well, well Puck, we meet again." 
	Puck's head jerked up and she watched him with fearful eyes. Then, after a little 
too much hesitation, she grabbed the pieces and stood up. But it was too late, she was 
already surrounded by Victor's men. 
	"What's wrong Puck?" Tiny taunted. He kicked up some dirt into Puck's
face, causing her to cough and claw it away from her wet eyes. 
	"Leave me alone!" 
	Victor snarled at this. "I think it's time we taught Puck a lesson. It's not nice to 
play tricks on the Iron Fist!" Victor reached into the small pouch at his side and pulled out
a small dagger. But not just any dagger, an iron one. Puck turned around and tried to run 
but Tall grabbed onto her tight. Victor advanced, holding the dagger at neck height. 
	"Oh no no no no!" Puck pulled hard but Tall's grip stayed fast. 
	*OBERON HELP!!*
	"Go ahead, call your king. By the time he gets here you'll be hanging from a tree 
by your neck," Victor stepped close and placed the tip of the dagger on Puck's neck, Puck 
gritted her teeth as it began to burn her skin. Victor abruptly pulled it away. "Now Puck, 
where would it hurt the most for the longest time? Hmm? Here?" Victor put the dagger at 
Puck's stomach, she remained utterly still. "What about here?" He touched her sleeve with 
the dagger. 
	"Please don-" 
	"BITE YOUR TONGUE!"  Victor yelled. He quickly put the dagger at Puck's 
throat once more. She closed her eyes and held her breath. "I tire of this, I think it's time 
to say good-bye to the ever-so-annoying Puck. I have wanted to do this for such a long 
time." Victor drew back the dagger and Puck turned her head to the side, fearing that the 
dagger would fly at any second. Instead she heard a strange sound. 
	Like a bird flying by at top speed . . . but then it hit the tree which was behind Tall. 
Puck opened one eye and peeked out at Victor. The dagger was still clutched in his hand, 
his knuckles white, but he wasn't looking in Puck's direction. Instead he had his head 
turned to the hill that was behind him. Puck followed his gaze and grinned. There stood 
Oberon and his army.
	"Victor, I tell you now to release the Puck. Or you will all die, right here." Right 
on cue all of Oberon's archers raised their bows and aimed. Victor growled something 
under his breath. Then he jumped back and placed the dagger at Puck's throat
again, this time not the tip but the whole side.  
	"Lower your arrows or she dies!" He yelled. 
	Oberon stepped forward, "If you so much as scratch her . . . "
	"Take one more step and I'll do more than scratch."
	Puck watched quietly as all eyes focused on Oberon. She watched closely as no 
one watched her. Slowly, moving nothing but her arm, Puck clutched one of the pieces of
her flute. And she swung it forward, hitting Victor right between the legs. 
	Victor gave a yell of pain, staggered backward and dropped the dagger. Tall was 
so surprised by this, he loosened his grip on Puck. In turn she flitted up into the trees to 
safety.
	"DAMN YOU PUCK!" Victor yelled shaking his fist. Puck just grinned in her 
merry way and flew over to Oberon. Oberon's archers still trained their arrows on Victor's 
men. 
	"Surrender, Victor! You have no hold here!" 
	Victor growled many words (most of which are better not written down). Then he 
made a movement with his right hand. Almost immediately his men began firing magic at 
Oberon's army. Oberon's army dived for cover, but not before firing at least half of the 
arrows. Unfortunately, they all missed their mark. The firing went on for a long time, 
arrows and magic flying. Some missing, some hitting and some killing. Finally Victor 
called off his men. 
	"Oberon, clearly you can see this is going nowhere." 
	"Do you have a better suggestion?" Oberon spat out. 
	"Yes, we fight. One on one. No interference." 
	Oberon shook his head from his hiding place, "I don't trust your men Victor! And I 
certainly don't trust you."
	In response Victor stood up and walked right out into the open. Oberon's army 
wordlessly trained all arrows on the enemy. "I ask you, Oberon, are you a Fae of honor . . 
. or are you a human of fear?" 
	Oberon scowled deeply and stood up, his cape billowing in the soft breeze. He 
looked at Victor with glowing black eyes, "I accept. But if your men do anything to 
interfere then you will all die." 
	Victor only nodded. "Then let us begin." Victor brought up his hand and let the 
iron dagger fly. Oberon dived out of the way, the iron catching onto his cape and tearing a
rather large hole. He ducked and rolled, spinning around and throwing a large ball of 
magic at Victor. Victor doubled over as it hit him in the stomach. Yet the Iron Fist 
recovered quickly, whirling around to face Oberon and charge at him. The two
continued endlessly; one throwing magic, the other ducking and rolling, then firing magic 
back. The fight carried on for a long while, with Oberon clearly having the upper hand, for 
he was younger and more agile. Finally, in the end, Oberon called on Avalon's magic and 
caused vines to grow out of the ground and wrap tightly around Victor. 
	"I give you this chance Victor. I will release you from the vines and you will leave, 
Avalon . . . forever." Oberon paused then recited one of his father's old sayings. "So 
speaks Oberon." 
	Victor frowned and, after much hesitation, nodded. With a flick of his wrist 
Oberon made the vines disappear and Victor stood there with his shoulders slumped. 
	"And if any of you ever touch my Puck again . . . whoever they might be, you will 
all feel the sting of MY Iron Fist." 
	Victor nodded to his army and the group walked away, in eerie silence.
	There was a rustling at Oberon's side and he turned to see Puck, the dust on her 
face streaked with lines from tears. Oberon raised an eyebrow, in pure concern. "You are 
all right?" 
	Puck frowned and turned away, clutching her hands tight over the broken flute. In 
a way it was all Oberon's fault. He had sent her to infiltrate Victor's army, which almost 
cost her her life. But she was also the Puck, his jester, his servant. His . . . slave until 
doomsday. No, it wasn't really that bad. Oberon wasn't that bad all the time, it was just 
that right now her mind could only hold evil and hateful thoughts. Puck turned around 
slowly and peered into Oberon's questioning and concerned eyes. Then she opened her 
hands to reveal the broken flute.
	"Can you fix it?" She whispered. 
	Oberon took the two pieces of the flute and looked at them quietly. He knew this 
flute was very special. He looked at it silently, inspecting the cracked edges with a careful 
eye. Could he fix it? Well, he owed it to Puck . . . to Adrian to try. Oberon closed his eyes 
and put the flute behind his back, clutching it together over the broken part. Silently he 
gathered his magic and let it flow into his hands and the flute. Then he brought the flute 
back around and looked at it. It was fixed! He handed it to Puck, and a smile crept across 
her face. 
	It wasn't a smile of silliness, like the one she usually wore, but one of complete 
gratitude and love. Puck took the flute and clasped it onto her belt, then she jumped up 
and gave Oberon a huge hug. Oberon was surprised to find himself laughing. When Puck 
finally set herself back on the ground, she grinned her normal grin.
	"Please Puck, I ask that you go check on the Lady Tia. I will return to her shortly." 
	Puck nodded and flitted away.

 * * *

Oberon watched silently as his army escorted Victor's off the island. The skiffs 
sailed into the mist, enveloped by complete silence. He had won, Avalon was his and he 
would soon have a queen, by which he could keep it. The day was certainly looking up. 
Oberon started back for the castle, ready to propose to Tia and demand that she take his 
hand. 
But as he entered the throne room he saw a lone figure sitting on the small 
cushions reserved for Eryn, yet it was not Eryn. And a peculiar smell filled the room . . . a 
smell he knew all to well, magic. His mind began to swim and he realized he had walked 
into a trap, still for some reason he didn't care. 
	The figure stood up slowly, showing how well her body moved, like a calming sea, 
and walked over to him. Oberon stood silently in place, just starring with slightly glazed 
over eyes. He saw the dress, that beautiful sparkling dress. He saw the legs; those long, 
perfect legs. And he saw the hair; that long, curly, maze of ebony. It was too much, the
magic and the sight filled him and he felt like he would burst. He shuddered uncontrollably 
as she touched his shoulder. 
	"Who are you?" He managed to whisper. 
	"Ahh my Lord, I am just one of your many subjects," Her voice was like a breeze, 
floating through a field of finely tuned reeds. Oberon's head swam as the sound floated 
into his ears. 
	"You are the most beautiful Fae I have ever seen," where had that come from?! 
Oberon found that his mouth and voice was no longer his, yet this didn't strike him as 
alarming. In fact it almost seemed normal. The woman smiled lightly. 
	"Many thanks, my lord." 
	Oberon found his mouth moving again. "Your beauty . . . it is perfect. Would you 
honor me, my dear, by becoming my wife . . . my queen." 
	The woman's smile took an odd tilt, almost into something Puck would have made 
during a practical joke. She then put on a face of surprise, "Oh my Lord! I could not!" 
	Oberon reached up and clasped her hands, she was warm . . . so warm it caused 
him to sink deeper into his dreamy state. "I ask you as King of Avalon, will you be my 
Queen?" 
	Then the woman grinned evilly. "Yes my Lord. I will be Queen. But the question is 
will you be King?!" 
	And then she was gone, leaving Oberon to frantically swim out of his dreamy state 
. . . before he drowned. 
	
* * *

Victor frowned and looked around the ocean. Blue. Everything was the same 
color, that same damnable blue! He and his army sat in the skiffs, watching Avalon as it 
sat there, rotting in its beauty. Victor growled as he saw a skiff float around the island, in 
his direction. 
	"Report," he demanded. 
	"Nothing, that barrier covers the entire island, even underground. He must be 
using some pretty strong magic," Tiny said. Victor shook his head. 
	"No you idiot. This is not Oberon's doing. It is the island itself which creates this 
barrier. And this magical barrier will stay up until Oberon chooses a wife!" Victor hit the 
side of the skiff, splintering the wood just slightly. 
	Tiny opened his mouth to say more when there was a kind of crack-fizz sound 
behind him. Tiny whirled around and watched as the magical barrier disappeared. There, 
standing on the shore was Vicky. Victor grinned and ordered his army to move inward, 
back on to Avalon. 

* * *

"I once had a true love, and I loved him so. I loved him far better then my time can 
tell. And he said on to me, it will not be long love till our wedding da-" 
	Eryn stopped singing and watched quietly as the boats came closer. She also 
watched Vicky's slim form as she stood on the shore, waving like a child. Eryn had come 
out to the beach to brainstorm. She was working on a song for the wedding . . . the soft 
breezes fueling her creative mind. But all had ceased when she saw the shield come down 
and Vicky appear at the shore. Now Eryn sat behind a pair of bushes, parting the leaves 
just enough to see the whole scene. 
	The boats landed on shore and Victor walked up to Vicky, grinning from ear to 
ear. Eryn quickly looked around for something and found a piece of paper she used to 
write music on. She rolled it up and put it to her ear, like a hearing horn. 
	" . . . explain?" Victor asked simply. 
	"Simple enough. He proposed to his wife . . . " her voice disappeared as she leaned 
forward and whispered into Victor's ear. Victor laughed in response. 
	"Then my dear, Avalon is truly ours!" Victor raised his arm in the air and a large 
iron sword appeared. "On to the castle! We attack tonight!" His men cheered. 
	Eryn stood up, she didn't care if she was seen. She ran. Vicky turned her head and 
watched with a glare as Eryn disappeared over the horizon. Victor turned and followed 
her line of sight. 
	"We've been spotted! Quickly men, after-" 
	"No." Vicky said quietly. "I've already taken care of it. In fact, I want her to go tell 
Oberon."
	Victor raised a questioning eyebrow in her direction. 
	Vicky grinned and leaned forward, kissing him softly. "Don't worry, you shall soon 
see it all be right, then we shall rule Avalon . . . together."
	
* * * 

That night the lights began glowing and the darkness disappeared. After the talk 
with Vicky, Oberon had gone and proposed to Tia (convinced the other one didn't count). 
After all, Vicky had tricked him. And Oberon only had place in his heart for Tia. He
had found Tia in her bedroom, watching the door with a paranoid glance. She had  
responded immediately to his proposal with a smile and a kiss. They set the wedding for 
that night. And now Avalon was filled with bright lights and Fae in brightly colored
clothing. The sequins and feathers sparkled and whispered as they danced around, 
celebrating and planning. 
	This wedding had to be perfect, it was the first in 10,000 years. Ten thousand 
years ago Aubrey had chosen Milina as his wife, and they had ruled from there on. Now 
Avalon was welcoming it's new king and queen with a light crystal shower, the kind that 
was incredibly rare. As the tiny crystal drops fell to the earth they caught the reflection of 
all their lights, creating a rainbow of sparkling florescence that covered the land with a 
iridescent glow.  
	Ladybug watched it silently from her place on the hill. Finally almost all the sick 
had been healed . . . or died. She sat with the last few, watching them quietly, knowing she 
could not be part of the celebration, but aching to be part of it. As she turned back to a 
young horned Fae another Fae appeared beside her. Ladybug looked up and smiled in 
welcome. 
	"Hello," she said quietly. 
	The Fae stood there quietly, smiling. Her rainbow streaked hair waved in the 
unseen wind while her white dress stayed perfectly still. She nodded quietly to Ladybug. "I 
bring news from the queen, she wishes you to the palace." 
	Ladybug frowned and shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I must tend to the sick." 
	"Nay, I will watch them for you tonight. As will Doris." The Fae waved her hand 
and another appeared, made completely of standing water. Ladybug gave an inquisitive 
look. 
	"An Elemental?" 
	The Fae nodded, "Our queen wishes your presence at her bonding. We will watch 
the sick for you." 
	"Thank you . . . what is your name?" 
	"I am the one called Irita. Have a beautiful time, Lady Ladybug." 
	Ladybug nodded and headed silently for the castle. 
	She arrived there soon after and was rushed to Tia's room. The two sat down and 
began to talk excitedly about what kind of wedding dress to conjure up. 
	
* * *
	
Eryn raced through the dazzling lights and glowing costumes. The Fae around her 
danced back and forth, not really caring who they ran into but just having fun. Eryn 
ducked around a couple and bumped into a female Fae with bright green hair.
	"Hey! Watch it!" 
	"I'm sorry," Eryn said, glancing for only a moment at those intense purple eyes, 
then she was off and running once more. She ducked around another couple and came 
face to face with a bright young Fae male.
	"And where are you going?"
	"To the castle . . . I must speak to my lord."
	"Nay, my lady. Our Lord can wait, you must honor me with a dance."
	Eryn shook her head, "I must get to Oberon, I have to speak to him!" 
	The Fae took her wrists and began pulling her around in a dancing form. 
	"Let me go! You don't understand!"
	"No, I believe it's you who doesn't understand," he said as he twirled her. Then he 
pulled a small object out of his pocket. Eryn gasped as she saw the purple mask. Her 
throat dried up and she yanked against his grip as hard as she could. Her sleeve tore and 
she flew backward into a few other couples. Eryn jumped up and fled into the crowd. 
Many men and women laughed as they watched her flight. 
	Eryn reached the castle after an hour or so of ducking, dodging and diving. Yet
she reached the gate only to be stopped by a guard. "No one is permitted until the 
ceremony." 
	"No! You don't understand, I need to get in!!"
	The guard only grinned, and Eryn caught a glimpse of metallic purple under his 
armor. She shook her head and backed away.
	"Victor!"
	The guard grinned even more and pointed at her. A Fae stepped up behind her and 
caught her arm, twisting it behind her back. Eryn gritted her teeth and stayed still, in order 
to keep her arm in one piece. Victor stepped forward and leaned toward her ear, "We are 
everywhere, nothing will stop the king from claiming his crown." 
	"You are not the king!" Eryn growled. 
	Victor just nodded to his men and they pulled Eryn into the castle and down 
toward the dungeon. Successfully drowning out her yell. 
	"NOOOOOO!" 

* * *

The castle gates opened to everyone, letting the large crowd of Fae flood the
palace halls, all heading toward the large throne room. Many a Fae shrank in size, in order 
for all to fit into the room. When they were all positioned, Oberon appeared in his normal 
puff of green smoke, in front of the throne. The crowd was immediately silent. He wore 
deep silver armor, and a long flowing cape which sparkled in the glowing lights. Oberon 
stood tall, waiting patiently and quietly. The crowd parted to create a small path, at the 
end of which was Titania. She wore a small white dress which just slightly brushed her 
knees. 
	She walked forward quietly, her hands clasped in front of her chest holding 
nothing but the other hands fingers. She walked with her eyes downcast, as was custom. 
When she reached Oberon she stood there quietly, waiting for him to play his part in the 
scared ceremony. Oberon stepped forward and offered his hand, she turned away. Then he 
proposed. 
	"My Lady Titania, will you be my Queen?" 
	Tia turned away as was her part and pretended to think about this. This went on 
for a little while. Oberon using different things, trying to win over her vow and heart, even 
though he knew he already had it. Finally, just as he was about to propose again she 
stepped forward and placed a hand over his mouth, silencing him. Tia didn't notice the 
figure in the red dress standing behind Oberon. Tia nodded slightly and smiled.
	"Will you be my slave?" She asked quietly. 
	Oberon nodded, as was his part. "If you will be mine." 
	Tia nodded once more. "I will." 
	Oberon opened his mouth. "I wi- . . . won't." 
	The whole crowd of Fae gasped. Oberon had broken ceremony! Tia backed away 
in surprise and spotted Vicky grinning from ear to ear behind Oberon. 
	Oberon turned around and took Vicky's outstretched hands. The two stood there 
quietly. Then Vicky began weaving through the ceremony. Tia stepped forward to stop 
them but found she couldn't step forward, Vicky's strong magic was holding her in place. 
	"Will you be my slave?" Vicky asked Oberon with a quirky grin.
	Puck and Tia and Robin all gave the same yell, "NO!" 
	Oberon opened his mouth to speak but said nothing, he just stared into Vicky's 
eyes. Then he repeated what would soon become history, "I won't." His voice had an icy 
edge and Vicky glared. Oberon let go of her hands, leaving her standing alone, her spell 
broken. He turned back to Tia and took her hands in his. 
	"My dear. I shall be your slave, and yours only, for as long as I live."
	Tia smiled through watery eyes. "And I yours."
	The two leaned forward and kissed. The hall erupted into cheering, Vicky having 
been forgotten, shaking in her anger. She lifted her hand and pointed a finger at Oberon. 
	"If you will not be my slave, you certainly will not be king!" 
	Oberon held Tia's hand tight and turned to Vicky. "Get out." He hissed at her. 
	Vicky laughed. "Maybe you should be more worried about your wife, dear Lord! 
VICTOR!!!" 
	All of a sudden the members of Victor's army stepped forward, pulling their 
disguises off and their masks out. Vicky laughed unceasingly as Victor stepped up to 
Oberon. 
	"Puck! Take Tia!" Oberon pushed Tia in Puck's direction and the two fled through 
the crowd, Ladybug and Robin in close tow. A couple of Victor's guards chased
after them, out the door.
	Oberon turned to face Victor. Victor grinned as two of his men grabbed Oberon's 
arms, twisting them tightly behind his back. The Fae began fleeing the room, leaving only 
Victor's men and Oberon inside. Vicky had disappeared. Victor stepped forward and 
looked Oberon straight in the face. 
	"You are beaten. Look around, you have not your army nor your friends, nor your 
Puck to save you. Admit it, Oberon, you are beaten."
	Oberon said nothing, maintaining a stone face with no expression. 
	"Avalon is no longer yours," Victor sneered. Tiny stepped forward and reached up 
to Oberon's shoulders, tearing off the cape. Silently Tiny took away Oberon's belt, the one 
that had belonged to Oberon's father, Aubrey. 
	"Take him up to the throne. Let him sit in it one more time." 
	The two men who held tightly onto Oberon's arms turned him around and
marched him to the throne. Oberon stood silently in front of the throne, seemingly 
accepting his fate. Victor grinned and gathered up a large amount of magic. Then he 
pointed at Oberon, "Any last words?!" he asked.
	Oberon stood tall, still saying nothing. Meanwhile Puck appeared at the door to 
the throne room, just in time to see the scene. 
	"Then Oberon, I bid thee farewell. Avalon will prosper in my hands . . . while you 
rot in your grave." Victor fired the magic. Puck gave a scream as Oberon was engulfed 
with smoke and burnt into nothing. 
	"NOOOOOOOOOO!" 
	Victor turned toward the door, and glared at Puck. He pointed his finger at her 
and shot a bolt of energy. Puck dived out of sight before the bolt shattered the wooden 
door. Then he stepped out into the crowd which filled the courtyard. He stood there, tall 
and foreboding, no one spoke. Victor frowned deeply and scanned the group with his 
eyes. Then he opened his mouth, a deep booming voice spilling out. 
	"Children of Avalon, your king is dead. Oberon is dead. I offer you now a chance 
to live under a new king, a new rule. My rule! And I tell you that Avalon shall prosper 
under me." 
	As if on cue Victor's men walked up with Oberon's belt and attached it around
Victor's waist. Victor raised his arms and his men raised their arms imitating, in ways, 
what Hitler's men had once done. Or would do as the setting may be. Victor lowered his 
arms and glared at the crowd.
	"Let any who challenge me as Avalon's new king step forward!" 
	Tia stood in the back, tears flowing from her eyes. Was he really gone? It didn't 
seem possible. The great Lord of Avalon couldn't die, he was eternal . . . and if not there 
was always someone to take his place. Tia swallowed hard. She could challenge Victor, 
try to take over . . . the Elementals would help her, of course. But if she succeeded, then 
what? Of course not all of Victor's men would be killed, they'd keep fighting. Maybe she 
could win once. But not more then that unless she had some very good human luck on her 
side. 
	"Let any who challenge me step forward now!" Victor challenged, almost as if
he wanted to kill someone just to show off. 
	Tia watched quietly as the area in front of her cleared. The Fae surrounding her
were making a path. Tia glanced down the path and gasped as she saw Puck. "Adrian?" 
she whispered. "What are you doing?" But Puck was silent, her eyes focused straight 
ahead on Victor. In her right hand she clenched her flute, her knuckles white with
pressure. Her golden body suit shimmered as she stepped toward Victor, a slow deliberate 
step that never faltered. 
	"What is this?" Victor laughed. "The Trickster has come to play. Do you, Puck, 
challenge me?" 
	Puck just shook her head softly. "I won't challenge you Victor, I'm not stupid. But 
for the sake of all Avalon and all of its inhabitants . . . he will." Victor looked around,
wondering who 'he' was. Then his eyes focused back on Puck, who was casting a spell. 
	She shimmered more, that was the first thing he noticed. Her light blue skin had a 
goldish tint, that was growing brighter every second. Her red eyes flamed with an inner 
fire that crackled and leapt in her hatred. Victor and all Fae watched as Puck floated a 
couple feet off the ground. Her golden hair flowed around her head like a river, twisting 
and turning and swirling like an angry serpent. Puck clasped her flute in both hands and 
pointed it at the ground in front of Victor. In the crowd below her Robin's eye widened.
	"No! Adrian don't do it!" 
	Puck heard nothing. Puck said nothing. Puck did nothing....except glow brighter. 
Then the light flew off her body and she channeled it straight through the flute to the land 
in front of Victor. Robin shook his head and watched with sad eyes as all color drained 
from Adrian's body, following the glow toward the ground. Puck's body lost all color, 
everything about her turning black, gray or white. The energy she created hit the ground 
hard and a cloud of smoke began to grow. Then as the smoke dissipated to show a form, 
Puck crashed to the ground. She lay there dead still and no one heard Robin's cry as he 
raced to her side, all eyes were focused on the smoke and the figure which it surrounded. 
Oberon! 
	Overcome with fear and disbelief Victor's eyes widened. "NO! You....you're 
dead!" 
	"I challenge you Victor! Avalon is MINE!" 
	Victor glared. "We'll just see about that." 
	And the fight began. Magic flew in all directions: back, forth, right, left, up, 
down....hitting, missing and hurting. Oberon obviously had the upper-hand and Victor 
seemed to know this. For as the two fought he slowly backed toward the door. Finally 
Oberon stopped and watched as Victor turned tail and ran toward the main castle gates. 
Oberon let a bolt of energy fly. It hit Victor, and the Iron Fist disappeared in a cloud of 
purple smoke. 
	The crowd of Fae erupted into cheers as Victor's men fled the castle. Fae laughed 
and hooted as the Masks fled out and off of Avalon. Some using skiffs, some swimming, 
some flying but most trying to do an awkward mix of all three. It was quite a sight and 
served very well to lift away the dreary mood. Tia raced over to Oberon and embraced 
him tightly, Oberon smiled and held her close.
	"I thought you were gone," she whispered. 
	Oberon just shook his head. All eyes rested on them and the Fae became silent, 
wondering what would happen next. 
	"Lady Titania, will you be mine?" 
	Tia looked up into his eyes. In response she raised herself up on her tiptoes and
placed a long, love-filled kiss on his lips. 
	Silence reigned for a few moments then the Fae erupted into cheers again! Yet two
Fae did not join the celebration. And somehow, through the crowd, Oberon and Titania 
were able to hear Robin's pleading voice. 
	"Adrian? Oh stars! Adrian please move! Please tell me you're alive!" Tears flowed 
from his eyes as he shook the still black and white form of his sister. 
	Oberon turned his head and broke away from Titania. He walked over to Puck and 
Robin.
	"Adrian please!! You're THE PUCK! If you die who'll keep Avalon laughing?" 
	Adrian's eyelids fluttered and opened just slightly, she smiled with some effort. 
"You will." 
	Oberon grasped Puck's cold hand. "Puck...Adrian, why?" All kingly manor had
disappeared. The Oberon which knelt next to the dying form of Puck was just like a 
child.... a child who was losing a friend whom they thought would always be there. A 
friend who was always thought to be immortal. 
	"Avalon needs its....king."
	"It also needs its Puck!" Robin said angrily. 
	Adrian nodded and frowned. "Please....Oberon. Please.......Let my brother take my 
place at your side." 
	Robin's eyebrows flew up in surprise, his white hair blew in his face and he quickly 
pushed it back, "We already discussed this! You won the position from me fair and square. 
You are Puck, the ONLY Puck." 
	Adrian blinked back tears and gazed into Oberon's blue eyes. "Please," she pleaded 
in a small voice. "Please promise me...." 
	Oberon nodded and held her hand tightly. Then he loosened his grip as her eyes 
glazed over, her white hand slipped out of his blue one. Adrian's thin smile slipped off her 
face and her entire body seemed to loosen up. Robin shook his head and closed his eyes.
	"Nononononononononono........" he whispered. Tia walked over and hugged him 
tightly. Finally Robin stopped speaking and opened his eyes, wiping the tears away with a 
quick hand. Tia took the flute, which lay silently on the ground, and placed it in his hand. 
Robin looked down at it for a moment, tracing the vine pattern with sad eyes, then he 
stood up. Silently he walked over to Oberon and placed it in his hands. 
	"I think she would have wanted you to have this." 
	Oberon opened his mouth to say something but didn't. He took the flute and held it 
tightly. "She was the only Puck I knew. It's going to be hard to get used to someone new." 
Oberon looked over at Robin. "But I would be grateful if you would be the next Puck, 
Robin Goodfellow."
	Robin turned away slowly and hugged himself as if he were cold. "It would only be 
right" he said quietly. "It was her last request." 
	Titania stood up and walked to Robin's side, placing a hand on his shoulder. "She 
did a great thing for Avalon."
	"Yeah," Robin smiled lightly remembering his sister. "She does that stuff. I told her 
she'd get in trouble for it someday but she never lis-" Robin broke off as his voice cracked. 
He took a deep breath. "My lord," he said turning back to Oberon. "I know my sister 
Adrian was a good friend of yours but, if you please, I would rather she not be buried in 
the royal courtyard next to Lord Aubrey and Queen Milina." 
	Oberon raised an eyebrow in question, his kingly manor returning in a flash. 
	"When our parents died only their closest friends were told. It was something they 
requested.... I guess they thought it would be better if Avalon remembered them as being 
alive instead of remembering the ceremony for the day they died." 
	Oberon nodded quietly, "You will have what you wish, it's the least I can do to 
repay her."
	"Thank you." 
	
* * *

In a few hours time the marriage ceremony resumed. Everyone seemed to have 
forgotten the day's previous events: Victor being killed and Vicky having disappeared 
without a trace. Oberon and Titania were married in front of all the Fae on Avalon, save 
two. Robin (the new Puck) and Ladybug. Both sat quietly at the top of the large cliff 
overlooking the sea pathway which led to the human lands. Adrian's color drained body 
lay before them. The wind whipped and grabbed at their hair and clothing yet neither paid 
it any heed. Robin pushed his hair from his eyes. 
	"My thanks, Ladybug, for being with me now." 
	"I understand what it's like to lose a friend. She was a good friend of mine but she 
was your sister, so I imagine the experience slightly differs." 
	Robin nodded slowly. "I imagine it would." He knelt forward and lightly planted a 
kiss on his sister's colorless cheek. "I pray she will always be remembered as the one and 
only Puck. The Puck that no one will be able to surpass. For she served the two greatest 
lords of our land and home. And she did them both a great service." 
	With a small glance at Ladybug, Robin stood up. Both looked down at Adrian then 
closed their eyes. Lightly and slowly they raised their arms, Adrian's body moving up with 
their movements. Then Robin and Ladybug opened their eyes. Adrian's body flew up into 
the sky, toward the clouds, toward the stars....then they let go. She dropped, yet it was a 
graceful drop, almost as if she were dancing in midair. Her body splashed into the ocean 
and fell quickly to the ocean's floor. Silently the two watched the place where Adrian's 
body had broken the water's surface. The water surrounding the area became a bright blue. 
	Then red. 
	Then green. 
	Then purple. 
	Then gold. 
	In fact the gold began to spread, changing all water as if King Midas' hand were 
sweeping over the land. Yet it did not turn everything to solid gold, only colored it with 
one of the richest and brightest colors ever created. Soon, everything as far as the eye 
could see was a shimmering, sparkling gold. Puck and Ladybug watched silently as the 
celebration at the palace paused. Then all gold disappeared and the sky erupted in color. 
Golden colored snowflakes fell from the heavens and covered all of Avalon. 
	Robin grinned. Robin laughed. Robin turned and took Ladybug's hands. He twirled 
her around and the two laughed. 
	"Robin? What's gotten into you?" She asked in an excited voice. 
	"I don't know! But I feel happier then I ever have." Robin grinned and floated
off the ground. "To the palace! I have a King and a whole island to entertain!" The two 
shapes on the cliff shore of Avalon flew straight for the castle. And as the sun began to 
rise over the horizon, splashing the world with it's wonderful array of colors, Robin's voice 
could be heard. 
	"Oh and Ladybug, call me Puck." 
	
The End

 ----Raykell Summers/Snow Tigra 

P.S. A sequal is in the works.