Authors note: Hi! :) It's been a while hasn't it? Well I have been busy and I have been planning this story for a while. I have been following a script of Midsummer Nights Dream for this story but it ISN'T written in Shakespearean! When reading please bear in mind a few things:

This was originally written as a play so it is probably funnier when performed (I have seen it twice and it is hilarious) but I hope you appreciate it anyway.

I only have Island of Happiness so some of the characters may be OOC because a) they aren't in IoH and b) they have to be to fit in with the story.

There won't be an amazing amount of chapters in the story but some chapters will be quite long

This isn't set on the island. I'm gonna say it's not set in any particular place so you can imagine it to be wherever you like

Does anyone know the Harvest Goddess's real name (if she has one)? :s

So, yeah, enjoy!

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If someone from the outside walked by and looked on from a distance they would have seen two masked figures who were sword fighting. However to someone who was close by would have known that it was the Duke, Will, and his fiancée, Lily, having a fencing match.

They were both dressed for fencing, wearing loose white clothing and headgear that covered the face completely. If someone had walked past they wouldn't have known who was who and would have thought that it was Will who emerged the victor.

However, when the masks were removed it turned out to be Will who was on his knees and Lily who was standing over him triumphantly with her sword at his throat.

They both put their swords on the ground along with their masks and wiped the sweat of their faces, laughing. Will gazed at his fiancée tenderly. Even when she was slightly red in the face and had beads of sweat on her forehead, he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. She had pale skin which looked good against her long black hair and grey eyes.

He took her hand and led her over to a bench where they both sat down.

"Only four more days now," he told her softly.

Lily smiled. She knew what he meant. Only four more days until they would get married.

Will sighed. "These will be the longest four days of my life."

Lily laughed a little. "But before you know it, the days will become the night, we will dream the nights away and then I will become your wife."

Will smiled at the thought. He pictured himself at the altar in a white tux and Lily slowly walking down the aisle towards him looking absolutely stunning in a long white dress.

He leaned in to kiss her but they were interrupted by some footsteps. They sounded angry.

"This doesn't sound good," Will muttered. He took his hand of Lily's back and stood up.

Their visitor was a short old man named Taro. He was bald except for a huge, bushy white moustache and he held a walking stick that was almost as tall as he was. Behind him was a young beautiful brunette. She was also on the small side, about five foot five, and she had long chestnut brown hair and bright blue eyes. They were normally sparkling with happiness but today they were dull and she looked a little angry.

Two men were following her. One was Vaughn, who had white hair that always seemed to be hidden under a cowboy hat and violet eyes and the other was Mark who had blonde hair and green eyes. He wore a backwards cap, letting the spikes peek through hole.

Taro approached Will and formally shook his hand.

"Good morning sir."

"Good morning Taro. How are you?"

Taro scowled. "I have a problem with my daughter Chelsea." He grabbed Chelsea's wrist and dragged her over to where he was standing and indicated Vaughn and Mark to come forward. "My lord, I have chosen for Mark to be her future husband. However Vaughn," he glared at Vaughn angrily, "has taken her heart. Behind my back, he and Chelsea have been sneaking out and meeting up in the middle of the night and he has been buying her presents and now Chelsea has turned around and said that she doesn't want to marry Mark and will only marry Vaughn! Please, sir, make her see reason!"

Chelsea glared at her father. Will remained calm. Taro was infamous for getting worked up easily and making problems seem much bigger than they really were. Will looked at Chelsea.

"Well, Chelsea? You know your father is a good man at heart and he wants what's best for you. Mark is a good man."

"So is Vaughn!" Chelsea protested. Will noticed the adoring look Vaughn was giving her. "I know that I should do what my father says but I just can't marry Mark."

Will sighed. Chelsea was a determined young woman and she could be very stubborn when she wanted to be.

"Well in that case, I'll give you an ultimatum," Will said, looking at Chelsea with serious eyes. "If you don't marry Mark, you will have to become a nun."

Chelsea froze. A nun? She would simply spend the rest of her days worshipping God, singing hymns and would not be involved with another man again?

"So, I would have nothing to live for," she said softly, a layer of tears coming into her eyes.

Will felt a small twist of guilt. He didn't like having to force people into doing things they didn't want to do and Chelsea's heartbroken expression only made things worse.

Vaughn stepped closer to try to comfort her but he caught Taro's hateful eye and quickly recoiled from his glare.

"You will have four days to think it over," Will told Chelsea. "That makes the day I get married, the day you have to tell me your final decision."

Chelsea hung her head. Mark brushed past Vaughn and put his hands on Chelsea's shoulders. She immediately tensed up. Vaughn felt a strong surge of hate for Mark.

"Don't cry beautiful," Mark whispered in Chelsea's ear. Then he glared at Vaughn. "This is your fault this is. You flirted with her, making her fall in love with you when she was meant to be married to me."

Chelsea shrugged away from Mar. Vaughn snorted. "Taro seems to love you as well, Mark. Why don't you let Chelsea be happy with me and then you can get married to him?"

"Are you insinuating that I am gay?" Mark growled.

Vaughn raised an eyebrow. "Mark, I never insinuate. But anyway, before you met Chelsea, you were with Sabrina. The minute you met Chelsea you just left Sabrina hanging. She was heartbroken. So if you ask me, you're also slightly in the wrong."

Mark was about to rebuke him but Will stepped in.

"Calm down!" he said with an authority that made the men fall silent. "I have made my decision and if Chelsea refuses to marry Mark she will have no choice but to become a nun."

Chelsea knew what would happen if she refused to become a nun: death.

"Lily, wait for me inside the palace," Will said, turning to his wife-to-be and gently kissing her cheek. I have to speak with Taro and Mark regarding some final wedding details."

Lily nodded and she returned Will's kiss. She had been silent throughout the discussion. She hadn't known about it in the first place and she felt that it wasn't in her place to speak. She gave Chelsea a sympathetic look as she walked back inside. Will, Taro and Mark went back inside through a different door, leaving Vaughn and Chelsea alone.

"Are you alright?" Vaughn asked Chelsea, coming over to her and wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

Chelsea sniffed and snuggled into him. "I hate the position they've put me in," she said softly.

Vaughn gently brushed a tear off her face. "The path of true love never did run smooth," he whispered, gently.

"I'm learning that," Chelsea muttered, turning to face Vaughn. "I just wish my father would look at things from my point of view every once in a while!"

"Hey," Vaughn said gently, cupping her face in his hands and making her look up at him. "Don't worry; I've got an idea. I have an aunt who lives outside of the city. If we meet in the woods in the night, we can run away to live with her and we won't have to follow the rules of the city and we will be able to get married!"

"Vaughn…" Chelsea gasped. If they were caught there would be serious trouble, but Vaughn would risk it for her. She reached up and kissed him tenderly. He kissed her back, but then they quickly broke apart at the sound of footsteps.

It was Chelsea's best friend and Marks ex-girlfriend Sabrina. She had deep purple eyes, framed with glasses and long glossy black hair. She was also very tall, at least five foot ten.

"Sabrina, hi!" Chelsea said. "You look nice today."

Sabrina sighed. "No I don't if Mark doesn't think so."

Chelsea rubbed Sabrina's back gently. She knew that Sabrina hated the fact that Mark was only interested in Chelsea. "Can you keep a secret?" she asked. Sabrina nodded.

"Well, Mark won't be seeing me anymore because…well basically, I have to marry Mark or become a nun and so Vaughn and I are going to leave the city in the middle of the night where we won't have to abide by the city rules. That way we will be able to get married without any objection," Chelsea explained.

"Oh my God," Sabrina muttered. It was a dangerous plan but they seemed determined to get married. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Chelsea smiled and hugged her. "Thanks," she said. "I'll miss you."

"Me too," Sabrina replied, hugging her back. She and Chelsea had been friends since they were young children. She didn't like the idea of never seeing Chelsea again but she couldn't stop her.

Chelsea let go of her and took Vaughn's hand. As they began to walk away, Vaughn looked over to Sabrina and said "Good luck with Mark. Keep trying."

Sabrina sighed as she watched Vaughn and Chelsea walk away. She was jealous of their relationship and how happy they were, even in this bleak situation. A small tear ran down her face. A lot of people said that Sabrina was just as beautiful as Chelsea was but Sabrina didn't think so. And it seemed Mark didn't either.

Sabrina and Mark were dating before he met Chelsea. Mark had told her he loved her many times and they had been the happiest days of Sabrina's life. But Mark took it all back when he met Chelsea and now it seemed that he hated Sabrina.

An idea suddenly flashed across her mind. Maybe, if she told Mark of Vaughn and Chelsea's plan, he would be grateful to her and start to like her a bit more. I know I promised I wouldn't tell she thought and it's a long shot. But it's worth a try.

With her plan in mind, she walked off to find Mark and tell him what she knew.

So, what do you think so far? No flames please! And btw this scene is a bit wordy but it picks up after that. :)