The Chronicles of Felix Roussea

The name's Felix, Felix Roussea. Not Rousseau. Roussea. With some emphasis on the 'a' at the end which sounds like an 'e' actually. Roo-see. Got it? I come from a long line of famous tricksters starting with Puck, Yes the Puck, and then his son Peter the one and only Peter Pan and then his son Robin from the Robin Hood and then my grandma had my mom and then I came along. Okay, well I guess I better explain to you what's happening right about now in this paragraph. I live in the woods about ten miles away from the city. Around here magic is outlawed, but who cares? There isn't a soul around where I live. Now when me and my boys go scrounging for food around the city, that's when it gets tricky. I'm wanted in a few places for a few different reasons. I'm constantly tricking my way into getting what I want and some might say I'm a little mischievous and manipulative. So next thing I know this girl shows up and man does she start trouble. If I'd never met her I wouldn't be in this mess.