So I plan on updating about twice every other week, I don't know if it'll work out but some reviews will sway me *wink wink nudge nudge* Just a heads up, there is no clear plot to this story, mostly just me saying "oh this looks nice" and going with it. I really don't have an end goal and most of the details to this story is foggy at best (I still don't know how to get them to the Nevernever). Any suggestions would be cool (and I would give you credit) so please, comment comment comment! Enjoy! P.S I really enjoyed writing this chapter XD

The redhead extended a hand and I took it. We started walking toward the general direction of the city, not particularly caring where we ended up.

A chuckle came from the redhead. "What?" I glanced over, confused.

"I was just thinking, I'm offering to give you money and a place to stay for nothing, and I don't even know your name." He gave me a side-long glance and another grin.

"Oh… Yeah. Well my name is Katherine, you can call my Kath though." I looked down, slightly embarrassed that I was taking money from a complete stranger.

"Nice to meet you Kath! The name's Robin Goodfellow but you can call me Puck!" he shook my hand vigorously while continuing to smile as much as possible.

Um… What an odd name. And his smile… How does anyone have that much energy to smile or grin over anything? How? I can't even muster the will to think about smiling, jeez. "Okay, Puck… What do you do that gives you enough money to buy a complete stranger a hotel for god knows how long?"

"Oh nothing. A little of this, a little of that," he continued walking like it was nothing.

"Are you a drug dealer? Or a pimp? Or a thief? Should I be worried about walking in the forest with you?" That stopped him.

He turned around, taken aback and flabbergasted. "What?! No! No, what drugs would I even be selling! I don't even know what a pimp is! Why would you think that?"

"Well I met you in a tree for starters. We've known each other for about twenty minutes and we've known each others name for about two. So… I have reason to think that you could be something dangerous."And how does he not know what a pimp is? I mean he doesn't look like one but you know, looks can be deceiving…

"I'm not dangerous to you… I'd call myself a trickster, not a thief, I almost always give things back… Anyways, if you have to know, I really just do odd jobs like… eradicating pests and… helping people…"

"Okay, well what were you doing in the forest?"

"I like trees."

"Okay… care to elaborate?"

"I don't like cities. They make me claustrophobic and sick." He pulled an apple out of his pocket and began to munch on it.

We walked in silence for awhile. I fell back and walked a bit behind him, staring at the ground and not paying attention. So when he abruptly stopped I bumped into him. I took a step back, embarrassed and ready to apologize. "I'm-"

"Quiet." He was staring intently into the undergrowth and bush, scanning the area, his usual grin gone.

"Uh, okay..." I whispered. He didn't even glance my way.

He held up a hand, "When I say, climb that tree quickly. Can you do that?" He pointed at a tree to my right, still staring at the bushes.

"Well yeah, but wh-"

"Now!" I didn't move for a second but then reflex kicked in when he pulled a knife and the bush exploded into a whirlwind of leaves. I scrambled up that tree, branch after branch until I had a good vantage point to see what was happening. On the ground, Puck was surrounded by small men wearing red caps and vicious looking teeth. He was grinning wildly and a tad bit manically, "Well? Come and get it tiny bastards, my daggers are itching for some blood on this fine morning!"

The midgets' leader cackled, "Ah look boys, it's the infamous Robin Goodfellow. Watcha doin' here Pucky Boy? Oberon got a job for you for once? Or has he decided the Summer Court Jester is finally worthless and exiled him?"

"What's the point in talking when we could be killing each other?" Puck bounced into action. Literally. I mean watching him… It was like he was dancing and Death was his partner. Every move resulted in a dead midget and another body piled up. Even then he was beginning to get overrun, there simply was too many knife-welding midgets and not enough Pucks.

And then there was enough Pucks. What. Wait what. Why are there three new Pucks?! What friggin world did I fall into?! Did he somehow manage to slip me a drug that's making me hallucinate? Maybe he is a drug dealer! Or a rapist! Ew I thought I was better at judging people… I mean really, how in God's green earth is there suddenly more Pucks! What the Hell! I must be dreaming! It was confusing enough that he got attacked by midgets but just what.

Down on the ground, Puck was now managing the problem better. The midgets had only killed on Puck replica and there was still two in the fight.

I was still frantically trying to find a logical reason to why there were multiple Pucks when I felt something grab my ankle. I screeched and grabbed a branch and started to kick violently at the midget. "PUCK. THERE'S A MIDGET ON MY LEGGGGG." He glanced up and laughed.

"Just continue what you're doing Kath, he'll get frustrated and let go." He continued to make mince meat of the midgets while I struggled with my midget.

"EhhhhhhHHHHHHHH, GET OFF YOU DOUCHY MIDGET," I kicked and struggled and kicked some more but that FRIGGIN MIDGET just wouldn't let go.

"Hey, Kath, do you need some help?" Puck stood at the bottom of the tree, chuckling and grinning like a maniac.

"YES, yes I do this EFFING midget is so FRIGGIN stubborn he doesn't even realize his creepy midget friends are all dead.''

"Hey!" the midget piped up, "I'm not a midget! I'm a redcap and I'm gonna EAT yo-"

"Nobody cares," Puck muttered as plucked the midget/redcap from my leg and flung hm on the ground with an audible 'oof', "now go cry yourself a river, cause you're defeated."

The midget/redcap got up and dusted himself off, "THIS ISN'T THE LAST YOU'VE SEEN OF CUTTHROAT BRIARNICK," and ran off into the bushes.

"Well that's new. Usually they just run away sniveling." He chuckled again and gave me another sidelong grin. His grin dropped as soon as he saw my face. "What?"

"WHY WERE THERE FOUR OF YOU. NOT TO MENTION WHY WERE WE ASSAULTED BY MIDGETS ALL WEARING RED BANDANNAS?! HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE."

"Ouch," he cringed, "no need to scream, I can hear you just fine, but um… how could you see them?"

"BECAUSE I HAVE EYES, DUMBASS, WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?"

"I had no idea you could be this violent and angry," he muttered. "It's not a dumb question, no let me explain, it'll sound crazy but just let me explain okay? Promise not to say anything until I finish?"

"I'll try."

"Well, I'll go with it. So know all those legends and stuff about faeries and gnomes and the Seelie and Unseelie courts? Well, most of it is bullshit. Things like A Midsummer's Night Dream is more true, but not completely. So Oberon, Titania and a few others are all real. We all live in a place called the Nevernever. There's a whole bunch of us." He glanced at me, "You think I'm crazy don't you.

I nodded, "What drugs are you taking? Seriously. This is completely crazy." I started to climb down the tree, "Goodbye strange man, I don't want to be murdered and found in a shallow grave somewhere in the forest." I strode down the meager path, weaving through the bodies of the midgets/redcaps.

"Well how do you explain the redcaps, hmm?" He had jumped down from the tree and was starting to catch up.

"It was just a group of psychotic midgets. Cannibalistic, psychotic midgets."

"Well that is true. Except they have glamour."

"Which is?"

"Magic. Kind of. It runs off of emotions."

"Goodbye."

"No, Kath, wait. Just wait, okay?" He grabbed my arm and stopped me. I jerked it out his grip.

"What, Puck? What? Do you just expect me to believe this utter nonsense that you are spouting? I just lost my home! I have nowhere to stay! There's is NOTHING for me in this life! Nothing..." I sat down and wiped away tears.

"I thought you said you ran away..."

"HA, I lied. I didn't run away, my own mother threw me out. She told me I was better off as a prostitute than a daughter." The tears were running faster and it was becoming more difficult to keep them from falling.

"But… what about your father? Shouldn't he have wanted you to stay?" He looked confused and concerned.

"Oh of course he would have. But that doesn't matter anymore because he died. I have no one now. No one..." I whispered the last word. "I've never even had a friend… No matter if how many times I talk to a person they only ask if I'm a new student. Do you know how depressing that is?" I looked him in the eye, searching for god knows what," Nobody to talk to, nobody that loves you? My daily life is torture and nothing could stop it or ever dull it. I'm glad she threw me out, I'm finally free from her poison clutches." I slouched back against the tree.

"Hey, hey," he sat next to me, our arms and legs touching. Gone was the ridiculous guy grinning at life. Now a there was a serious and concerned friend comforting me. "I've been through things. Lots and lots of things. But none of it compares to what you have gone through for however many years you've been alive. At least for the majority of your life someone loved you. Now this is gonna sound corny but, even if he is dead, he will always love you, and he will always be here, in your heart."

"Okay that was pretty corny," I gave him a half-smile for his efforts.

"Ah! The princess can smile!" He got up and offered me a hand, "It's almost midday, do you want to keep going to the city?"

"I think it's about time you proved the Nevernever was real, what do you say Puck?"

He looked taken aback for about a half second before a grin split his face. "I thought you thought I was crazy."

"Oh I know you're crazy, I just want to see if you are right."

"Oh Kath, I'm almost always right." He let loose another grin, this one reaching his eyes. What nice eyes… "Okay Kath, follow me. I know a great trod right around here..."