AN~ Moth pov. Feel bad for the bad guy. Just polished up.

I wish...

I wish so many, many things. I wish Puck loved me instead of that foolish human.

Is it so very wicked, wanting to be loved? That human girl said she had no desire for his affections. She didn't want to love him, either. All she wanted was to forget our existence. She said that she would be content if Puck stayed here with me. But I heard what she said to him when she thought she would never see him again.

I wish I knew what it was that he had done for her... what it was that she was so confused and angry about.

What could it be? Could he have possibly... No. But she did say...

I will not think of that.

I wish that I had never been born.

It is so miserably cold and wet in this dungeon, sometimes I do wish for that. Then I could not have caused this much trouble. Oberon and Cobweb would be alive. Faerie would be in the process of being rebuilt. Puck could have stayed with his family instead of meeting a girl who will only bring him heartache.

I wish she had never been born.

He would avoid heartache that way, too. He could have still become all that he could be, but he would have stayed here, in New York, where he belongs. And when I am free, he might have come to care for me, evetually. For I do love him, despite what people think. I did all this for him! And he threw it in my face! But still I love him. Perhaps he even would have seen that before, if it had not been for her.

I wish I had been in the Scarlet Hand.

Then I would be free right now. They would have come and rescued me. I know they would have.

I wish I was free.

Free to go to Ferryport Landing, to find him, to tell him how I feel. Free to fly again, to walk again, to see the sky.

I wish I could fix everything. I wish that I could go back in time, knowing that it is useless to try to keep Puck with me (if you love something, they tell you to set it free). I wish that at least Cobweb were still alive. Oberon has caused nobody anything but heartache, but Cobweb... we were almost friends, once. I regret his death.

I wish...

Oh, I don't know what I wish. Isn't it funny how a word or phrase can lose its meaning if you repeat it too often? I am afraid that if I stay here much longer, wishing, I will go mad and not even know what the words most important to me mean. I must remember them.

Titania: my mother, of sorts. Adoptive, but still. She could have been my mother truly, if things had gone right.

Wishes: all I have left now, except the clothes on my back... and this cell.

Puck: the love of my life. Everything I ever did was for him, and above all else, I wish for his happiness.