"But...you don't know who took your brother. And without that knowledge, you'll just be walking in circles. And, if you're wondering, walking in circles in Faeryland is a very, very bad idea." Robbie didn't know who took her brother, but he had a guess.

She sighs and stares at the ground.

A proud, impish smile came to Robbie's face. "Have you ever read A Midsummer Night's Dream? If so, I think you might remember me, princess. Here's a hint: There was this unfortunate incident, completely unplanned, where I gave someone a donkey's head and made Titania fall in love with him."

,, No, I never read that. ,, She gives him a confused look.

His smile only grew wider. He held his hand out for her to shake. "Robin Goodfellow at your service. Nice to meet you. And you can just call me Puck."

This confuses her more.

Technically, Linna had never seen Puck's house or his parents. The teachers all loved him, though he never did a lick of school work and slept through most of the classes. And strange things happened when he was around: mice and frogs ended up in desks, or names were switched around on term papers.

She doesnt think of this.

"Here, let me assure you, princess." His arms rose from his sides as if he might levitate into the air. From downstairs, the front door creaked open. An enormous blackbird swooped into the hallway. There was a rush of wind, and suddenly, the air was filled with screaming blackbirds, swooping in from the open door. They swirled around Puck, a tornado of beating wings and sharp claws, tearing at him with talons and beaks. Feathers flew everywhere, and Robin disappeared within the swirling mass. Then, as one, the birds scattered, flying out the open door as swiftly as they had come. As the last bird swooped outside, the door slammed behind it, and silence descended. Puck was gone. Only a swirl of black feathers and dust motes remained in the place where he'd stood.

She stares in confusion.