I wake up in a startle. Ow. Ow. Ow. I definitely feel like I've just been run over by a train. I feel the sweat and I summoned my glamour unknowingly. The furniture around starts flying in multiple directions on every side. Oh... I snap my fingers and return to their normal positions. Whoops. 

I'm a... we're not supposed to dream. Yet... I dreamed. I dreamed of a forgotten battle. A battle that I have fought- not for my own self, but for something I had not thought possible, the world. I remember the suffering I and... her have caused. I saw the bodies line up. I never thought I'd have recurring nightmares about it.  I run my hands over my hair. The curls were standing more straighten up. I let out a breath.  

I throw the blanket off. I grab my shoes. I pull them on. I need to clear my head. I need to forget what has happened. I buried her. I imprisoned her. Robin Goodfellow never shies from a challenge. 

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I stroll around the inn's garden. I feel the wind breeze through my hair and enter my hollow shirt. I imprisoned her. I destroyed her power and threw her in the darkest abyss of Hell. There's no way she could have crawled her way out.

"You're up early." I hear.

I jump.

"Geez Nyx! Didn't we agree not to sneak up on me anymore??" I ask.

"I like seeing you squirming ." Nyx shrugs.

"Haha. Very funny." I stick my tongue out.

"What aren't you telling us Puck?" Nyx asks.

"Why does it concern you?" I ask. 

"Puck, you're shaking a lot." Nyx says.

"I have been? Me? Never." I shrug.

"Puck, I know you. I've seen you." Nyx walks up to me.

"You do realize, you haven't known Robin Goodfellow that well?" I turn.

She puts her hand on my hand. I look at her in surprise. Her eyes seem to glow as she looks at me. I'm drawn to her. I... no! What am I saying? Goodfellow snap out of it. Love hurts! Love is a human accord not mine.

"I know Puck and I see Puck a lot more often than Robin Goodfellow." She says.

"I know. I know. I know." I roll my eyes.

"Then please tell me." She says.

"I-" I start.

"There you two are!" I hear.

I turn. Thank God.

"Ice boy! Here to assume yourself?" I ask.

"It's the Iron Court." He says.

I generally see concern in his eyes. My heart tightens. 

"And...?" I ask.

"Mehgan's in trouble." He says.