Chapter 1

Oberon POV.

10 years old

"OBERON! OBERON! OBERON!"

Wow. Three unnecessary yelling of his name. Great. Oberon skips over the fence trying to hide his laughter as he skids across the green surface landing near his dad's feet.

"Oberon! How many times do I have to tell you? The future King of the fairyland does not skip or play pranks on innocent mortals!"

"About a thousand times dad."

"Than why do you still do it?"

"Because its fun and mortals are stupid…"

Before he realizes what he just said, his dad's hand smacked him. In the face. Again. Great just great.

20 years old

His father died, last midsummer. All he remembers is the hand that smacked him. He used to hate his father for it. He didn't understand why he couldn't just have fun. But kings don't have fun. He walked across the green grass breathing in the summer air. No more fun. No more freedom.

He always thought that once his father died, he could have all the fun he could get. Now he realizes how important he had become. He misses the days when he could skim across the lake dancing with random fairies. He misses the days when he could play pranks on mortals. He misses the days when he could just mess up and nobody cared.

Oberon sighed and sat down on a white dandelion. Yes, he could no longer sit cross-legged on the ground. Than suddenly the white dandelion moved. Oberon jumped out of his skin and fell onto the dank and dirty ground.

"What the…" He watched amazed as the white dandelion transformed into a small and wiry fairy.

"Who are you?"

"Puck" The fairy grinned.

"Do you know who you just prank?"

"Yes. Oberon." The fairy collapsed into laughter. Her tangled blonde hair dancing in the wind. "You should have seen your face. The great Oberon scared of a white dandelion."

"Well technically it wasn't a white dandelion."

"Whatever." She shrugged and lightly tossed her hair.

"What was your name again?"

"Puck. You should be less formal." And just like that the fairy named Puck disappeared. Oberon was confused. It's been a long time since someone just popped in like that and made fun of him. It was almost refreshing. It seemed like they were equals. He didn't like it but it was entirely something else. He wanted to know where she came from. Why she was so small. Why she wasn't part of the fairyland but yet posses magical abilities.

He shook his head at the place where Puck disappeared and walked towards Titania's cradle.