A Mistake Too Far

Prologue

Puck's POV

My eyes fluttered open at the start of dawn. In an instance my eyes floated downward towards my hand. I looked at the now pale scar and the memory of last night flooded me. I am in deep shit, I thought. I flexed my hand in every way possible, but every muscle seemed to work. To the side of me, my princess laid there peacefully, unaware of the horrible accident. An accident I made. I bit my lip from the urge to scream, and I quietly sat up.

This was all my fault. It always has been. Always will.

If only I hadn't fell in love with her. If only…

I had to leave. I had to get out of here. She's supposed to think I'm dead, and if she finds me here alive, I'm dead. That was pretty ironic… I thought. I'll make sure to use that one day. No mental jokes right now, I reminded myself. I looked down at her motionless body, and I had that urge again. The urge to kiss her. The urge to hug her and comfort her. The urge to love her in every way I could. But I couldn't.

Any sudden motion she'd stir and know that the Wyvern hadn't actually killed me. I'd always known, and probably everyone who knows me would know that, I'm not very…killable. But when I'd seen the way Ariella had died…I was sure Wyverns were pretty deadly. She had always been what seemed to be the strongest person we knew. Emotionally, she was able to keep me and ice-boy from fighting all the time. She'd always known the right words to say to calm us down. But in under an hour under the sting, she had died. And I was sure that Wyverns were to be feared.

And now, I was wrong. They were to be feared, but I was fine. Perfectly fine with only a scar as evidence.

And what I had done last night was a terrible mistake. Like Ariella's death, this was undoable. There was no turning back time and undoing what I – We've done. And that was when my thoughts reminded me of Ash. Ash had threatened to kill me after Ariella's death. He hadn't done it, but if he knows about last night, I didn't want to know what he'd do to me this time.

And that was when the ultimate choice to do was to leave. To let her imagination trick her into thinking I was dead. Maybe than, I'd be off the hook and Ash wouldn't be too angry at what Meghan decided. But how long could I keep it up? I wondered. Eventually, Meghan would realize that Oberon was perfectly fine. That everything would be fine at Arcadia even with my supposed death. And If I did die, I'm sure Oberon would talk to her and invite her to the funeral.

But what other choice did I have?

Let Ash destroy me for another terrible deed I had done. He'd known me longer than Meghan, and he wouldn't take, "It was a mistake" for an excuse. Nor would Meghan, actually. And if Oberon finds out…

I shuddered and tried to forget about it. The sun was rising higher, and soon enough Meghan would wake. I've known she was a light sleeper, and the slightest of shift in movement and light disturbed her. So slowly I crawled my way out of the makeshift tent I failed to set up correctly –Erm. Another mistake I made – and made my way towards some dense trees.

I must have made quite a racket fleeing the scene, because in what seemed to be an instant, I poke my head through some bushes and seen Meghan emerge from the tent. I smiled for a second at her beauty, when I remembered that she was probably either heartbroken or really pissed – possibly both. Couldn't blame her. She looked frantically around everywhere, and I only hoped my red hair didn't stick out.

And that was when I heard it. Loud footsteps, or rather hoof-steps. And suddenly behind the tent, Ash, being her knight-in-shining-armor-crap had done that hug on her waist that I've always hated and they seemed to talk a bit. Most likely about me. I tried to stay as hidden as possible, and when I turned back to check on their whereabouts, something had shocked me.

Ash had looked around too, with the Iron Queen, and then, something in my stomach dropped. And sickened me dearly. On Ash's face, a mixture of emotions was clearly imprinted on his face.

A few of them included along of the lines of grief, sadness and regret.

And that was when I ran. In a safer distance from them, I turned into the famous raven, and flew close to the ground back to Arcadia where I belonged. And where I wanted to stay for a very, very, long time.

Hope you Likey :D

I love Puck and Grimalkin, and I will include him eventually, but it may be a while, since I have BIG plans for this story [*Rub hands together and grins evilly*]

Enjoy,

~Percabeth17

P.S. If you don't quite understand what happened "Last night", think harder…