Puck (Dps Anderperry ff.)

Wake up!

The corps of Neil Perry laid still and no movement was in it anymore. No hope, no energy. His blood was still. His body was cold. His eyes were closed and the crown made out if twigs seemed more like a curse. The curse that caused his death. It was dark. The darkness of death was the only thing leaved. No tears left to cry. All hope was gone.

Suddenly a little light cleared the dark and flooded in his crown. The red berries between the twigs begann to glow and soon the whole lifeless body was glowing. The warm orange light whispered in the ear of the corpse:"Wake up!" The glowing stopped and the blood in the body started pulsing again.

Neil opened his eyes. He felt weird and different. As if someone knocked him out and he awoke out of a coma. But this hadn't been a coma. He had a bitter taste his mouth. The taste of death. And that's exactly what he should be now a dead poet, not just metaphorically. It was dark all around him besides a light on top of his chest. Neil's mouth was dry and his voice wasn't used to talking yet. There were so many questions in his head, but no words came out of his mouth. The light revealed his clothes. This weren't usual clothes at all. Those were clothes you would see in a fantasy movie or in the Middle Ages. His clothes were green and brown and looked like a deep forest. His shirt was made out of leaves with golden glitter from his neck till his collarbone. A brown belt and a light brown trousers out of leather covered his lower body. His feet felt cold and without anything that covered them. He felt like Peter Pan in this costume. After all his body parts had been dressed freshly, he wanted to move, but instead he bumped his head on a wooden wall on top. He tried to move but he couldn't due to the tight walls all around him. Neil started to panic. What the hell was going on? He needed to find away outside. It was all too tight for him. It felt like the walls would strangle his soul. After a long knocking against the wood around him, he finally remembered something. Neil Perry is dead and he killed himself. That was the first tough he had. He remembered starring in his fathers eyes and seeing no other way. Military school or the death. Both ways were dead ends anyways. No way to say goodbye to Todd. Todd! Todd Anderson! That was his next thought. "Todd" and that was the first word that came out of his mouth. He needed to get to him. He needed to talk to him. "You need to find out how to get out here first. Silly Puck!" The light talked, which didn't helped Neil and made him panic even more. Did this thing just read his mind? "How? I'm buried alive." "Not quiet alive." "What? I mean I breath and I feel more alive then before so..." "No! Let me speak!", the light interrupted harsh. It was a male voice. Deep and powerful. "My dear Puck. Fairies and elves don't need to breath." "I surely do." "That's my Puck always interrupting his king. Now just make yourself transparent and fly up." "Puck? My name is Neil and I can't fly." "Calm down. I will explain when you are out of your grave. I don't want to use a fairlight for communication too long. Now think of something nice. The best memory you have and that's it." The light disappeared. Neil was lost and still in panic. What the hell was going on? His name was surely not Puck and he couldn't fly. But he surely needed to breath right? He hold back his breath just to try it. He died once and now he might die twice. He waited. It felt strange. There was no need for breathing. As if their was enough of oxygen in his lungs forever. Neil was confused but he also needed to get out of this tight coffin. And a positive though wasn't the problem. His fear of losing them was the reason he killed himself and this memory was the last though he had before he toke his life. Neil wasn't even noticing that he had just lived up and was now over the earth and the ground again. Laying in the grass, flowers around him and the wind gently touched his hair. He jumped up. He was in a garden. A well known garden. His father's garden. It was night and maybe already spring, since the flowers were blooming. He touched his hair and noticed the crown. He was still wearing it. He tried to put it down, but it wouldn't come off. It was connected with his hair. "That's alright. The crown belongs to you." Neil turned around in shock. It was the voice from the light, which turned out to be a very tall blond man with a beard. His clothes were golden and shining and a golden crown rested on his head. Quite old maybe around 50. "Oh thank you, but I'm 420. Big celebration this year. Not that we elf kings would ever celebrate small. Anyways great to have you back Puck. I hope we don't argue anymore now. Come with me in the fairyland. Be my servant again and I will give you the beautiful life you had with lots of fairies and elves." The king grabbed Neil's hand and wanted to to fly away with him. But Neil pulled back. "No! I am Neil Perry and not Puck. I played Puck, but that doesn't mean I am Puck." "But you wear his crown." "Yes, because I played him." "Listen, you just forgot it." "No!", Neil yelled. Yelling at a king was risky especially a elf king, but Neil had already the worst behind him right? "Of course. As the prophecy says:

A tormented young soul will take his life too young,
before love could touch his tongue,
full of life and love he will kill himself
and he will wear the crown of the elf.
After the first flowers begin to bloom,
his new life as Puck shell bring the doom.
And then the true Puck is back
with golden glitter on his neck.

This seems very obvious for me." "Wait, 'bring doom'?" "That's what it says." "But what does doom mean? The doom of the world?" "I don't know. But you will come in the fairyland with me." "No, no, no. I need to talk to Todd." "Definitely not. Talking to humans. I mean yeah you are a special elf, but last time you switched two lovers and everything just went wrong." "You mean Lysander and Demetrius?" "Yes, you remember? See, it must be you Puck." "As I just said. I played Puck. Obviously I also know the play...Wait, if you believe in this then...you must be Oberon the elf king." "Exactly. You surely remember more in fairyland."
Suddenly Mr. Perry stepped out of the backyard door. Neil ducked back in fear of his father. His father just went straight up to him. "I'm sorry father. But I didn't saw another way. I mean...I don't ever want to be a doctor and..." His father ignored Neil. "Are you angry and that's why you just ignore me? Not even happy to see me again?" Oberon giggled slightly. "What?", Neil asked confused but noticed the truth one second later. His father just walked through Neil. It gave Neil a short cold shiver, but nothing more. He was just thin air. "Am I a ghost?" "An elf. Obviously." "Not obviously." "Look at you. The clothes, the gold, the ears..." "The ears?" Neil carefully touched his ears and immediately regretted it. They were pointy and on the top the stood a bit a side. "I am an elf!", Neil shouted. He wasn't sure if he would be frightened or happy. "Finally. Can we go now? You definitely need some now shoes. A Puck needs decent shoes." Neil looked down on his feet to see another shocking surprise. His feet were barefoot and little golden wings came out of his ankles. "Isn't that from Hermes?" "Indeed Puck has them to represent his quick running." "Running?" "Yes. How else should you have brought me the love flower from the end of the world." "Oh right I remember in the play it said Puck is a super fast runner. What else can I do?" "As fast as the light, unseen from the humans, a bit of flying with fairy sand and our special power: intervention in the human life with magical practical jokes." "Intervention in the human life?" "Yeah, but without the grounding of the fairyland you lose your powers." "So I have a chance to contact Todd." Neil got interested in this whole Puck thing. It was like another way. Not just doctor or die. Also Puck. That might be a way that could work. "Yeah, but I have no idea how exactly your Puck magic works. But I can show you how to fly for a short time and we will have a big celebration just for your return." "Only if I can come back." "As if anyone could ever hold you back. But I warn you. Don't stay too long with the humans without grounding. Now take my hand!" Oberon was somehow a bit like Mr. Keating but Mr. Keating didn't looked so frighting nor was he so dominant in appearance, but no wonder it was a king. The king toke Neil's hand and snapped with his finger. Both lifted off the ground and flew of the house into the next wood. It was a stunning and a wild feeling pumped trough Neil's veins. But as soon as Neil had gotten used to it and wanted to look around a bit, he already found himself on a clearing in a forest. Probably the forest next to the Welton Academy.