Bonjour! As said in my profile, I really like folklore, mostly Irish and Celtic. So, I decided to use Puck but instead it's Alfred. It's one of his many names! In case you guys don't know, Puck is an English Fey, or faerie, he is the prankster of the NeverNever, or one of the many other names you'd like to use. He is a shape-shifter who's most common forms are an Eagle, a Horse, and an Ass (which is the most fitting lol). Anyway I didn't know what kind of eagle it is so i went with the Bald. Cause He's an American! XD oh yeah Ivan's a bit OOC but that will change as he accustoms! S'il vous plait Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and no one owns the info on fey! That's priceless! also i already knew oh yeah plot is mine...

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Ivan Braginski stared out over the hill that surrounded his country house. He had just moved to Ireland, and he was having trouble settling in. he was not yet used to the relatively warm weather compared to the Russia that he left behind, but now his beloved sunflowers bloomed longer in this new land.

What baffled him more was the strange behavior and superstitions of the nearby townspeople. They often spoke of things such as; pouka, faeries, selkies, dullahan, and places where time stood still. Some people called it the NeverNever others Fey, but what was for sure was that there was no definite story about it, except that paths to it where hidden everywhere. One person would speak of an island where time stood still and another person would speak of a whole other dimension. It confused the Russian to no end.

He absentmindedly fiddled with the pendant of the necklace that rested warmly against his chest. He did not understand why it had grown to become so important, given to him by a random woman on the streets. For months, it had sat alone at the bottom of his dresser, but one day it caught his eye. He had stood there for a few moments wondering if he should just throw it away. After moments of contemplation somehow it ended up around his neck and with him most of the time. It was an emerald stone held in place by silver coils. They formed intricate patterns that together formed a shape that vaguely resembled an eagle with its beak open wide in a defiant shriek. He had shown it to one of the locals, who had spotted it from under his shirt, but she just shook her head and told him to be careful.

He had just finished unpacking, thinking what he wanted for dinner, when he saw a flash in the edges of his vision. He turned to see what it was, seeing nothing he faced forward again. He was about to drift back into thought but was caught b surprise, for a golden light burst to life right in front of him. The heat that was emitted from began to burn, as it grew brighter and brighter. In the center, something began to form.

With a burst, a man stepped forward. His hair was the same golden color of the glow that now dissipated in small globes. They floated around him like small fireflies, and on his face was a smile. It looked ancient, knowing, and almost too confident. Dark brown, almost black, wings sprouted from his back with an unbelievably glossy sheen. He wore strange clothing, it was almost like leather, but it also it looked almost cloth-like. It was the color of the earth with blue browns and greens. Poking from beneath his hair, he had slightly pointed ears. His eyes where what caught Ivan, they were sparkling pools of deep blue, overwhelmed with a deep mischievous glow. They almost seemed too large.

Ivan found himself speechless, but it seemed as if the winged man had no problem. He smiled, "Ivan Braginski, you have the semblance of me rested in your heart?"

The Russian was numb. He watched silently as the man reached forward and pushed down his shirt to expose the pendant. The angel smiled and nodded, "Of course, you would. I would not be here otherwise."

The man had an American accent, which succeeded in confusing Ivan even further. Struggling for words, all he could get out was a whisper, "An angel…"

The blonde laughed, "An angel? No, not at all, I am known as Puck, but here they call me Alfred."

Alfred looked again at the necklace, and then snatched it, breaking the clasp in the process. Ivan started, "Hey!"

The faerie smiled and floated to the ground, shouting back up, "If you want it back come down here~!"

Ivan growled ad rushed down the stairs. This man was playing games with him, and he was not enjoying. He was currently forming the plan to deck Alfred right in that smug smile of his. When he made it outside, the fay was sitting up in a tree that was not there before, either for protection or for the fun of it. Ivan looked up at him with a cold smile, "I'm down here, now give it back."

Alfred pretended to think, "Hmmm, I don't think I want to. Sadly, we have to keep our promises, so I will."

Ivan waited expectantly, but when the faerie did not move the Russian asked, "Well? You said you'd give it back!"

He laughed again, something as clear as a bell, "Yes, but I never said when", Alfred jumped down from the tree, a height that would hurt a normal person, "Loopholes, Ivan, loopholes. Best that you watch for those,"

He swung the necklace back in forth. Ivan watched it waiting. He lunged for it, but Alfred lazily jumped back, "Ah ah ah!" He smiled, "Now Ivan, surely you must know my story?" He looked at Ivan's blank expression. He could see the confusion in the human's eyes, "Oh! Well I'm hurt! I've got many names two of the most known are Robin Goodfellow and Puck, but you just call me Alfred, okay?"

Without waiting for an answer he continued, "But anyway, I'm the prankster of the fay, so that's what I do. There's no stopping it", He shrugged hopelessly as if it were a bad thing.

"So, when will you give it back?" Ivan asked.

Alfred looked down at the necklace, "When you follow me."

He started to change, settling with the form of an eagle whose species he did not recognize. The tree he had been in withered away only to be replaced by one off a few hundred meters towards the woods. Alfred flew to the tree and landed, looking back to see Ivan running after him.

This game of chase and catch up went on for a while until Alfred stopped and turned to face Ivan. A grin was plastered on the faerie's face, making the Russian uneasy. The prankster stepped back between to tree and disappeared into thin air. Ivan jumped and walked forward, "Alfred?"

Suddenly a hand shot out and dragged Ivan through the trees. He was struggling against it not paying attention to his surroundings. He heard more of that bell-like laughter and opened his eyes. Alfred was standing in front of him, and he was surrounded by what seemed like Stonehenge. He looked around in amazement, "Where are we?"

"Well it doesn't have a name, but I just call it Purgatory", He looked around happily, "Many of the doors have closed over the years, but that's okay because I just intend to go home."

Ivan realized how clueless he was acting, but he was so dumbfounded!

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I hope you enjoyed it! Please R&R! I hope to update soon!