So, I was reading Sirensong a while back, and what bothered me was that there was no Oberon! You can't have a faerie story without Oberon! So that got me thinking. What if there were a reason for his absence? And what if his wife, Titania, had something to do with it? So for my language arts book project, I wrote a biography about Titania - and about the events that led to her husband's death. I found this on my flash drive, and I opened it up, and I was like, "Hey - this isn't bad! I should post it on FanFiction! So here it is - Titania's story. Also my first story ever on FanFiction . . . so hope you guys enjoy! (Also - I can't indent! What's up with that?!) Please review - I want to hear your input!

I was born in a small village on the south side of Tír na nÓg. My family was staunch Seelie, and it was expected that I too affiliate myself with the Bright Court. I personally had no objection. To me, the Seelie had always been my people; and turning to the Dark Court was unthinkable. So when I was sixteen and old enough to affiliate myself with a court, I followed in the footsteps of my ancestors and officially became Seelie Sidhe.

I was only a child, but I had dreams and hopes all the same. I had ambitions to become great, to become worshiped and revered. Even at sixteen, I had had my eyes set far above my station as a lowly village Sidhe. I was determined to travel to the royal palace of the Seelie one day and see it with my own eyes, no matter how unlikely the prospect. I had dreams, and I would not be dissuaded from them. Of course, I had no idea of the power I would one day wield on the Seelie Throne. I only wished to be able to see the throne, not to sit on it. That particular goal did not enter my mind until much, much later. No, at sixteen my biggest desire was to be one of the Queen's ladies – a member of the royal Court, and an extremely important person, but nowhere near the level of the Queen herself. Still, I was common Sidhe, barely any more important than the ogres and trolls; I had not a drop of noble blood in my veins, and even the position of lady-in-waiting to the Seelie Queen was deemed utterly unreachable by my peers. My cousins, all of whom were far older and more experienced than I, laughed in my face.

"Little Titania, lady to the Queen? Perhaps when the sun falls from the sky!" they mocked. "Perhaps in your dreams, cousin!" I knew that privately, my parents felt the same way, but they were kinder in their efforts to dissuade me from my ambitions. They did not laugh and jeer as my cousins did; instead, they sat down with me around the old oak table in our house made of dirt and attempted to reason with me. They did so all throughout my first sixteen years, but it was only after I reached adulthood and announced my affiliation did they truly become serious. I still remember the day after my sixteenth birthday, when my mother took my hands in hers at the old oak table and, looking deep into my eyes, told me that my dreams would never come to fruition.

"Titania," she said, "you are an adult now and must act as such. You must realize that not everything you want is within your grasp. You are not noble born. You are our daughter, and your father and I are as common as the dirt of this house. We allowed your dreaming when you were but a little girl, but you are old enough to know better now. You will never reach the Queen's palace. You will never even make it past the silver gates."

I shook my head violently and refused to listen. "Mother," I cried, "there is nothing you can do to stop me. I will sit in that palace one day, no matter what any of you think. Someday, I will be great, and you will all be sorry!"

I pulled away from her grasp and ran out into the village. I immediately regretted my impetuous words, but there was nothing I could do now to take them back. And did I really want to take them back? I had, after all, meant every word. I had every intention of joining the ranks of the Queen's ladies, and I would not let anything stop me.

It was then that I made the rashest decision of them all. Running to the village inn, I threw open the stable doors and leapt upon my favorite horse, a handsome white stallion named Hellebore.

"Run, boy!" I hissed into his wild white mane. "Go as fast as you can!"

And with that, we were off.

I will say at this moment that looking back, I regret my decision more than anyone could ever know. That is not to say that I would give up anything that happened after Hellebore took me away; however, I would do anything to be able to ease my parents' undoubted pain. I have multitudes of children and grandchildren of my own now, and I know that the anguish my mother and father must have gone through at the news of my disappearance must have been terrible. There is nothing like losing a child, and I do wish I had known that at sixteen.

But while I was on Hellebore's back and the two of us were galloping towards a new life, I thought of nothing but freedom. This was my chance – my opportunity to prove that I really could do anything. My opportunity to prove that being born into a certain caste meant nothing towards one's future. As I rode away, I felt nothing but fierce joy and more than a little defiance.

It took me until sundown to realize that I was hopelessly lost. In the heat of the moment, I had completely abandoned any half-formed plans I may have had before then, and now I had nowhere to go. I was sensible enough to realize that I would be thrown out on my ear if I attempted to enter the Queen's palace, not that I even knew where it was; but with that being said, where else was I to stay? I had never been further than a few miles from my village before, and that was only to pick herbs to bring back. I knew of no inn or tavern in the surrounding area that I could go to. I knew no one outside of our village that would help me. And so I slid off of my horse's back and leaned against a tree in despair.

What happened next I can only attribute to marvelous luck, for at that very moment I heard the distinct neighing of a horse. Next to me, Hellebore's ears pricked up, and I jumped away from my resting place. Another horse! That surely meant a rider, someone who I could ask for help. Sure enough, a figure astride a black steed became visible as he or she trotted towards us. When they were but a few yards away, I took them in clearly. The rider was a tall Sidhe, a man, with long dark hair and dark eyes to match. He was dressed in fine clothes that clearly marked him as of noble descent, for they were of expensive cloth and dyed a deep red hue that would have cost my family our entire meager fortune. The rider's horse was a proud-looking sable mare with the bluest eyes I had ever seen, and she was obviously of extraordinarily fine breeding as well.

I stared for what seemed like eons until the rider raised a single eyebrow. Finally noticing his amused gaze, I felt myself flush a pale red.

"And who might you be?" he inquired.

I swallowed, but forced myself into a deep curtsy. Averting my eyes, I whispered, "Titania, milord. My name is Titania."

I could sense his smile. "A name worthy of a queen. And where might you be going today, Titania?"

I felt myself flush a deeper scarlet. Finally meeting his eyes, I admitted, "I don't know, milord."

"Well, we can't have that, now can we? Come, Titania. You shall ride as my companion." I could only stare, bewildered. His brow arched ever higher. "I don't bite, Titania," he said. He appeared to enjoy saying my name. "Come with me. You said yourself you don't know your way."

Still stunned, all I could do was nod as I forced my limbs to move and climbed back upon Hellebore. The rider urged his own horse, whom he introduced as Phaedra, into a gentle trot, and I followed. He glanced back over his shoulder. "By the way," he called, "my name is Oberon."