Chapter 5

Oberon stared at the lake ahead, mist poured from his wrists. Soon enough, his whole body was enveloped in a cloud of misty raindrops. He felt alone for the first time in his life. It was relieving and painful at the same time. It felt like someone used a small sharp knife and carved around his heart, but left the knife that was going through his skin. He sat there with watery eyes, choking with frustration. He quickly wiped away the tears, a king doesn't cry, even if he is a fairy king. He took a deep breath, soaking up the left over happiness in his life.

He sat like this for a long time. Looking at nothing in particular, just hiding from the whole world. The whole entire world had turned against him, and he no longer cared. But he can feel the pain, brushing against his skin.

Light fingers danced against his bare shoulder, fingers that weren't his. He turned around. A small figure with bold white hair stood behind him, with a slight grim forced smile.

"My lord…"

"Puck?" She sat down next to him. Only a few millimeters away. She placed a hand against his palm. The contrast was significant. Her milky white, him tanned brown. She grasped hold of his hand, holding it tight yet gently.

"Cry." She said that one syllable word that he was dreading. He leaned his head against her shoulder. He didn't know what was happening, but he opened up. Tears, like pouring rain flowed. The gutting wrenching feeling of shame, loneliness, anger, lost that they both knew so well filled the air.

The night was silent, except for those ringing screams of pain. All the fairies in the forest froze. They looked around trying to place those screams. None of them have ever heard a sound like this before. Titania looked up. She knew it was Oberon, but she also knew that her appearance would make it worse. She frowned and wrinkled her eyebrows at the sound.

Puck put her two small wiry arms around the King. He seemed so small right now. His body shook and twisted around. She held him closer. His head was now resting against her stomach, his body hunched around her legs. She placed a hand on his cheek, wiping away the tears that may never stop.

Moments of solitude passed by and Oberon wiped away the final tears. He looked up, watching Puck turn her expression of worry to relief. She forced a slight grin at the king and Oberon returned with a brave smile. He sat up, crossed legged facing her. She wrapped her arms around him, their face nearly touching.

"Thank you." He whispered.

She just smiled knowingly.