Chapter 3
30 years old
"Titania."
"Who's this?"
"I'm Robin Goodfellow."
Oberon raised an eyebrow at the prankster. She seemed to shrink from Titania's snarl. Puck took a tiny step towards Oberon, trying to hide behind his back.
"So… Who are you Robin Goodfellow?"
"I'm a fairy."
Oberon tried so hard not laugh at this plain exclamation. Titania turned to look at Oberon, exasperated with the fairy already.
"She's going to be my servant."
"I'm already his servant."
"Why do you need a servant? You know you can use my fairies whenever you want."
"My fairies. You said MY fairies…"
"Well I guess she can stay." Titania looked over Puck once again and wrinkled her nose.
"Thank you Titania."
"It's my fairy Queen for you Robin."
"Yes… my fairy Queen." Oberon could just make out the tiny smirk on Puck's face as they left her cradle.
"Why did you say that your name is Robin Goodfellow?"
"But my name is Robin Goodfellow."
"Wait I thought your name was Puck."
"Yes it's Puck." Her answer left a very confused Oberon.
They walked further into the forest finally arriving at an unexceptionally tall tree. Oberon suddenly stopped in his tracks, leaving Puck skidding trying to turn around.
"Why are we stopping?"
"Look up."
She looked up at the tall tree. And in the mass of green covering the night sky, she saw a tiny white spot in the middle of the tree.
"What's that?"
"You're new bed."
They soared up towards the white spot, Puck leading. Oberon arrives a few seconds after, trying to cover up the fact that he had just lost his breath. When he finally looked up taking a few deep breaths, he saw Puck just staring at the white flower.
"What's wrong?"
"It's too white."
"Oh."
"I'll get it dirty."
"You can always change the flowers."
"But. I'm all dirty and I stink." Oberon is suspecting that this reaction might have something to do with Titania's snarl.
"No you don't stink." Placing a hand on Puck's shoulders. Her eyes drift to where his hand was and seemed to be entranced by his touch. They were both looking at where his hand was, trying to force this snapshot into their memories. When Oberon realized that Puck was slowly creeping her hand up to meet the one on his shoulder, he started to regret this small contact.
"Well if you need anything, I'll be with Titania. You can call me if it's an emergency. I'll be around in the morning." Taking a large step away from Puck. Oberon turned around and started to walk away.
"I don't think I can sleep in a flower. It's too giddy fairy like." Puck said in an almost whisper obviously aimed towards Oberon. But he chose to ignore her.
Lying in the bed, Oberon looked up at the sky. He could still feel Puck's skin beneath his fingers. He turned his head to look at Titania, trying to see if she could tell that there's something wrong with him. But Titania was sleeping. Her long wavy blonder hair draped over her. Oberon turned back to look at the skies. His big blue eyes growing tired each time a star blinked.
Slowly, he started to loose track of his thoughts, drifting to sleep. When he looked at the skies for the last time, he saw a glimmer of white high above him. No, it didn't belong to the stars. This glimmer was too white, too pure, and too energetic. He tried to get up but his tiredness was wearing him down.
When he finally closed his eyes and gave up, he could have sworn that a pair of green eyes was staring at him.
