Fire was everywhere! The forest burned rapidly, the fires flames hungrily fed on the trees. A young girls cry could be heard all around the wood. The two-year-old ran for life. She was lost and scared. She had no idea where her parents were. Tears rolled down her small cheeks as she ran as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. Luckily she had started far away from the fire. She still had time to reach the village. Her parents weren't so fortunate…

Meanwhile, King Oberon and Queen Titania stood by the side of the fire. Robin Goodfellow, or Puck, stood in front of the fairies from the courts, who were staring fearfully at the fire. The young Indian boy Marcus, who was only five-years-old, clung to Puck's leg fearfully. The fire would soon consume their fairy home.

"This has gone too far!" Oberon bellowed. He turned to Titania. "We must put a stop to this! Robin, keep everyone here. We'll be back soon."

Puck nodded as Oberon and Titania took off to put out the fire. Marcus tugged on Puck's pant leg, whimpering with fear. Puck bent down and rubbed the kid's back as a method of calming him down. He knew that Marcus, being mortal, could actually die from this fire, while the fairies could not. He had to protect the child as best as he could. True, Puck was jester and servant to Oberon, and Oberon had given the child back to Titania, but Puck still felt is was his duty to look out for Marcus. Especially now.

The fire soon died down. The two rulers returned to their court. Marcus let go of Puck and ran into Titania's arms. Titania scooped up the child and rocked him gently. Puck couldn't help but smile at the site. Oberon made his way over to him.

"Go and see if there were any mortals harmed in this fire, and report back to me," he instructed the mischievous fairy.

"I'll do just that, my king," Puck nodded firmly. He started to scout the area. So far so good. Then he came upon two tragically burned, humans. Puck drew back in disgust. "I did not need to see that!" he spat. Even though he disliked mortals, he always hated to see a sight like that.

Puck searched the rest of the burned area, with the luck of not coming across anyone. "Now I'll go back to Oberon-" Puck started to say. He was interrupted by a whine that could only come from a small child. He followed the sound to a large burned hole of a tree trunk. Inside was the young two-year old. Puck reached for her, but as he did so, the child pressed herself against the back of the tree fearfully. He drew back before trying again. Just like the previous time, the girl only whimpered more. "What's the matter, young one?" he asked out loud, more to himself than the girl. "Do I offend?"

Puck decided not to test his luck and quickly grabbed the child out of the tree trunk. The girl cried and squirmed, but Puck held on tight. With much resistance from the girl, he returned to the fairies. The moment he set her down, the girl ran from Puck, looked around wildly, quickly went over to Oberon.

Oberon looked down at the child, then back to Puck. "Who is this? And what did you do to her?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Puck rolled his eyes. "I didn't do anything to her. She's just scared at me for some reason. I found her hiding. I also found two dead bodies. I'm guessing they were her parents."

Titania smiled at the girl gently. Marcus, who was next to Titania, looked at the girl curiously. Titania turned to her lord. "What shall we do with her?" she asked with concern.

"Well, we can't leave her here, and we don't know what will happen to her if we return her to the village," Oberon pointed out. He scratched his chin. "I shall take care of her."

Titania raised her eyebrows. "You?"

"Yes, of course," Oberon nodded. "You already have Marcus," he motioned to the Indian boy. "I shall take this one in."

Titania chuckled, but nodded politely. "All right then."

Oberon bent down until he was eye level to the girl. "What is your name, young one?" he asked her gently.

The girl wiped the tears from her eyes. She stared wide-eyed at Oberon. "J-Joanie," she answered in a small voice.

"Well, Joanie, how would you like to come live with us fairies?" Oberon suggested. His voice was kind. Joanie scanned the sea of fairies. She shrank back as her eyes rested on Puck. Oberon gave a small laugh. "Don't worry, he won't hurt you."

Joanie looked up and gave a small nod. "O-Okay."