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Chapter 1
What Am I Thinking?

Puck sat quietly on his favorite tree branch that over looked a large pond, he gazed into the water looking at his reflection and at the fish that would surface here and there. Boredom has come quickly upon me today. There are no weary, travelers to guide, no pompous, cads to lead astray and no quests from my master. What to do? Puck sighed, then a thought struck him. I shall place myself in the guise of a mortal. I shall simply make my ears like theirs. Then I shall dress in finery and take myself to one of their villages. This shall cause them great confusion.
So Puck began upon his idea. He rounded off his ears, dressed himself within balloon pants and a cape, now all that was left was to head for the village closest to the forest. Puck snapped his fingers and he immediately found himself at the edge of the forest, right outside a bustling village, in which many lords and ladies came to shop for many kinds of Items.
Puck gave a melodious whistle not unlike that of a warbler and a sturdy horse of deep chestnut brown came to his side.
"Hello" Puck whispered as he patted the horse's side. He then hopped up upon the charger's back, which was fully saddled. "Shall we?" he asked.
The horse then slowly began to walk towards the town. Hmm . . . I shall say I am . . . Lord . . . Fellows? . . .yes. Lord Robin Fellows. Many people paused to look at him, for he was indeed a handsome sight upon his steed. Then a young woman caught his eye, she had raven, black, hair that was pulled lightly, into a bun, and she hung her head as she walked, as though she felt worthless. She carried a basket, and quickly walked along the streets. Though she was dressed as a lady of high birth, he noticed that no one looked at her, nor bowed, or showed her any form of courtesy.
Poor lady why do they scorn you like this . . . they scorn you almost as much as they scorn me. Then he saw a boy, the same age as she, but he looked like a merchant?s son, he stuck his foot in front of her. She stopped right before she reached him then went around him. She has good eyes, and reflexes to see that and not trip. The boy then pushed his way up to the girl and grabbed her arm. Puck saw him whisper in her ear then throw her to the ground.
At this he quickly dismounted. Leave her alone! . . . what am I thinking? I don't even know her. So he decided he would stand there for a bit.
She quickly brushed her gown, picked up her basket and began to walk again. The boy then raced in front of her again. "Where do think your going?" he stated as he snatched the basket she carried away.
"H-Home . . . " she whimpered.
"Oh no You?re not going anywhere." The boy replied as he handed the basket off to one of his friends.
"I...I....I need to get home . . . " She whispered
"I...I....I need to get home!" The boy yelled mockingly.
Puck then began to walk toward the fray that not one person even bothered to look up at. Stop it . . . stop . . . Stop! "Leave her alone!" Puck yelled as he took a stand right next to the boy.
"Ha . . . why should, I listen to you!" The boy retorted.
"You really don't want to get on my bad side, Boy!" Puck shouted, then grabbed the boy?s collar.
"Boy!? I'm the same age as you! And besides you're probably just some weak pansy . . . "
"Pansy!" Puck yelled in rage. "You have no Idea of the kind of wrath and havoc I can bring upon your life, Boy!"
"Wrath? Ha, you wrath? On me? Ha . . . ha, ha"
Puck slammed his fist into the boy's stomach and watched him fall to the ground and writhe in pain. "Don't you ever hurt her again or you'll find things will just happen to you . . . bad things . . . possibly death?"
Puck looked up at the boy's friend who now dropped the girl's basket and ran off. He then looked back down at the boy. "Get out of here!" He bellowed, instantly the boy got to his feet and ran off in the same direction as his friend had.
Puck then looked at the girl. She stood there amazed and slightly frightened. "Are you alright?" He asked as he looked at her, his voice had now become far more soft and gentle.
"W-why? Why did you help me?....."
"That didn?t answer my question lady."
"I'm fine. But why?"
"I don't really know myself . . . Perhaps it was because many people are cruel to me as well." Puck then picked up the girl?s basket which held a loaf of bread and held it towards her. "Here."
The girl hesitantly took it then spoke quietly. "Thank you mi-lord." She then began to walk again.
Puck quickly rushed up to the girl and walked next to her. "What is your name fair lady? I do not believe I caught it."
"I did not give it to you mi-lord." She stated as she continued to walk on without looking up.
"Then please, tell it to me now." Puck pleaded with the girl as he had now began to walk backwards so that he could look at her face.
"Lady Cathrine Moore." She stated as she looked up for a brief moment and in that moment, Puck had saw that her eyes were a beautiful, brilliant, green.
"Cathrine? t'is a beautiful name fair lady. I am Lord Robin Fellows."
"My pleasure to meet you Lord Fellows." Cathrine said. She then began to quicken her pace.
"Why do you rush so?" Puck asked as he now walked straight ahead to keep pace with her.
"I must get home." She answered, then again sped up.
"Why?" Puck asked.
Cathrine didn't answer she simply increased her pace once more.
Does she not like me . . . am I annoying her or is she . . . afraid? "Please lady, why?"
She once again answered naught. She then wiped a tear from her face and continued to walk onwards.
"Lady?" Puck questioned sympathetically as he latched onto Cathrine's arm.
"Please . . . " She pleaded as she looked up at Puck.
He watched the tears fall from her eyes and roll down her cheek. "Lady? Why do you cry?" What has happened to you sweet one? .....What have they done to you? "I must get home mi-lord" She whispered. "Please . . . "
Puck let go of her arm then watched her walk once more. He stood there unsure of what to do. Poor sweet lady . . . What could they have done to make you cry so? *Puck!* a voice boomed inside his head.
*King of Shadows what do you bid?*
*I bid you to come hither, gentle Puck.*
*I come then King of Shadows.*
*Good!*
Puck snapped his fingers and found himself back where he had began. No longer wore he the clothes of a mortal no longer had he human ears now was he the Puck he had been born as. He sat upon the branch for a bit. King of Shadows bid me to come . . . but he didn?t say when. Puck smiled at this thought one of the few smiles he had, all day perhaps the only one?
*PUCK!*
Puck was knocked backwards by the loud booming voice whiten his head. *ummm yes King of Shadows*
*Come Now!*
*Very well King of Shadows.*
Puck once again snapped his fingers, and this time he found himself at the feet of his father, The King of Shadows.
"There you are Puck." Came the menacing voice of the man Puck knew as his father, Lord Oberon but called, King of Shadows as he was bid. "I have asked you here to complete a task for me."
"What may that be King of Shadows?"
"My Puck, I bid you to bring me a girl."
"Which girl may that be King of Shadows?"
"A girl that goes by the name of . . . Cathrine something . . . Cathrine . . . Moore yes, Lady Cathrine Moore."
No . . . not her King of Shadows . . . not her. "Are you sure she is the girl you wish, King of Shadows?"
"Yes, Puck. She comes to this forest each night, I am not quite sure why, but she is strikingly beautiful."
Though I agree she is beautiful I won't allow you to use her as you have used so many others. "I shall try my best, King of Shadows."
"Good . . . now go Puck!"
Without another word Puck snapped his fingers and once again, found himself sitting upon the branch he so often occupied. At least my father cannot see within my thoughts. Puck sighed and hung his legs over the branch. I shall not let him . . . he will not harm her.
Then Puck heard the sound of someone crying. Crying? Oh be not Cathrine. Be not Cathrine. I do not wish to bring you to my master. So Puck followed the sound hoping that it was someone, anyone else other than that girl he had met for so short a time. He crept slowly around a bush and saw there the crumpled figure of a girl. Cathrine? The girl with black hair then looked up as though she had heard something. You are Cathrine. Cathrine then looked around.
"Is someone there?" Puck could hear that, her voice was full of fear as she spoke. Puck didn?t reply simply watched the girl.
Cathrine looked around once more then wiped a tear from her face as she sat upon a rock next to the pond. She then pulled the skirt of her gown up to the top of her thigh.
It was then the gruesome sight befell Puck her skin battered and bloody, it looked to be as though there had been a wound that was almost healed but it had now been reopened. He watched her wash away the clots of dry blood and the blood that still oozed from her veins.
Sweet lady? ...Is this what they have done to you? I must . . . I must help you. What? Why do I feel this way? Why do I become so helpless at the very thought of you? But how can I protect you from your family if I cannot protect you from my own? He then watched her bandage her leg with white cloth, the blood that still flowed began to seep through already.
Dare I say something? "Lady?" Puck questioned as he quickly changed into the form she knew him as.
"Who's there?!" she quickly stood and frantically she began to look about.
Puck then looked at her once more, How like a deer you are. Puck then stepped out from behind the tree he had been hiding behind.
"L-lord Fellows?" Cathrine said as she began to back away.
"I mean you no harm lady." Puck said as he walked towards the girl.
"Please . . . "
"Why fear me so?"
Her eyes seemed to plead with him as though she thought he to would hurt her. Her back then hit a tree that was behind her. Puck then stopped as he now saw how she trembled from her fear.
"Lady?"
"Please . . . please don't . . . "
What? What does she mean? "Don?t what lady?"
"Don't . . . be . . . Don't Be Like Them!" she then fell to the ground her consciousness now lost, Puck assumed it to be the combination of fear and her loss of blood.
Lady? Have they done worse than this leg of yours? Have they done worse than scar your emotions? Oh sweet lady . . . I will take you far away from here. Far away from all those who would hurt you. You shall be safe where we are going, for even my father does not know of it's existence.

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