The Tragedy of King Oberon and Queen Titania.

Chapter One: Warning Note

Disclaimer: I do not own William Shakespeare's masterpiece, A Midsummer Night's Dream. Although the Great William Shakespeare has been deseased for over a hundred years, I think that it is proper to give him some of the credit. All other characters belong to me, including Angelo.

It has been two years since the four lovers had suffered some terrible luck with the power of the love juice. Both Lysander and Hermia, and the bewitched Demetrius and Helena lived in comfortable homes, happy and without any drama of any sort. All four have become humble friends, even becoming close neighbors. Bottom and his crew were still dim-witted, creating ridiculous plays such as Thromeo and Juliet, A Midwinter's Nightmare, and the most foul, Twelfth Knight. However, their success was popular, since people currently loved to see these men try to make a fool of themselves. Thesus and Hippolyta were still madly in love, now with a son named Hippolytus, ruled Athens so well, that not a single enemy dared to enter city. Fortunately, in the land of fantasies and magic only humans would dream of, the Fairy King, Oberon, and the Fairy Queen Titania, finally made amends.

"Dear Titania, with our wounds from the past finally mended, shall we live together, once more?" asked King Oberon to his wife. The couple watched the stars, in a place where they danced and sung their lovely melodies in the darkest on night.

"That is fine, with me. For why shall we hate each other more? I still love you, dearly. Nothing would change that," replied Queen Titania, with a chuckle.

"Come, Titania. It is almost midnight. It is time to rest, let us leave this paradise below the stars," said Oberon. They were lead to their lovely Fairy Manor, which was invisible to the mortal eyne. With tall brick walls, many banquet rooms, comfortable beds and decoratively carved doors and windows, it was a suitable home for royalty.

"Mother, Father, welcome home," welcomed the Titania's changeling, Angelo. The boy, who deeply respected his "parents", bowed courteously. "Father" taught him how to fight and defend the innocent, and "Mother" taught him to be polite and gentle, making him quite popular among fairy girls.

"Son, why did you not retire to your bed earlier? 'Tis already midnight, all the good children are cuddling in their beds," replied Oberon, with a strict look on his face. Despite the changeling not being his own son, and the person who caused their fight long ago, he grew to love the boy.

"Oberon, please forgive the young lad, he is just merely excited about tomorrow, you know, the competition," Titania defended.

"Is this true, Angelo?" asked Oberon, looking intently at the boy.

"'Tis true, father, for I am a young one, who loves the sport of swords," replied Angelo.

"There is no need for formalities in a private place, son. Come; let us sing to you good night. Tomorrow is a big day," said Titania. The close-knit family walked down the corridors of their manor, which was also home to many other fairies in the forest.

"The stars silently twinkle, as you lay your head on your pillow, murmuring good-night to your father and me. The day tires you, with eyelids drooping, and with loss of interest in the world. The dream world, awaits, good Angelo, are you willing to take their hand? Good-night Angelo says the moon. Good-night Angelo says the stars. Good-night son, says dear parents," sung Oberon and Titania. With sweet kisses given to the tired boy, the couple went to their quarters to sleep.

"Can you believe that we have been fighting over him?" said Titania, chuckling and remembering what had happened two years earlier.

"Never. In addition, it was so childish; did you see the young ones? They did not even fly outside their homes because of our fighting. We may traumatize them even further if they see that once more," Oberon replied.

"Alas, that is in the past. The past is the past. The future is too far away. The present is a present, for we may decide what may happen next," replied Titania. "Good night, Oberon. I fair thee well throughout the night."

"As do I, love. Let the moon be our only night, in this enchanting wood. Good night, good night," said Oberon.

The next day, however, chaos came storming into the magical wood, with its loyal companion, fear, by it side.

Oberon, Titania, and Angelo awoke with the screams of other fairies.

"Help! Help!" cried the fairies. "One is dead! One is dead!"

The Fairy King and Queen quickly ran to the center of the chaos. Young fairies were everywhere, screaming and crying. The trio pushed aside the young ones to see a dreadful sight—a dead fairy. The color crimson, which all fairies disliked to a point, covered the young fairy. Her pale pure wings, so graceful, now were dreadfully still. In addition, the worst detail of all was that the fairy was but only a newborn.

Oberon kneeled down to feel the heart of the young newborn, in hopes of her on the brink of death, but it was dead. He then stood, and proclaimed, "The young one is dead. Her wings shall flutter no more, her lovely voice is now silent, and her heart is still. Does anyone know who had commited such a crime? Speak now, and I shall spare your life, sinner!"

"'Tis I, 'tis I! 'Twas me, my lord, my moldy lord!" shouted a fairy from the back of the crowd. The other fairies then turned appaled about what they had heard. "Blood stained my hands were, a scream was what I heard!"

A drunken fairy stood on top of a tree, trying to keep his balance, while holding a bottle of vodka.

"To take the life of another is to take the life of yours," Oberon said. "But since you are drunk, there may be the possibility that you may be mistaken." He motioned for one of the fairies to come and said, "Guard, take this fairy to the penitentiary. We must talk once he is sober."

The guard quickly then flew to the top of the maple tree were the fairy stood, and took him away to the penitentiary, while the fairy screamed and cursed.

"It seems it shall be a dark week here in this peaceful forest," Angelo whispered, wrapped in his Titania's arms.

"It may be," Oberon. "It may be."

Weeks passed, and the killer was still free. Fairies and gnomes hid in the trees, were the nymphs protected them, and the tears from the sky flooded the rivers. Fifteen murders of completely different fairies have been reported, even with the effort of the Fairy King and Queen.

"King! Queen! We have a letter from the killer!" yelled a guard, handing the crimson letter to Oberon.

Dear Royal Family,

What worthless creatures you fairies are. You bring only "happiness" and "joy" to a world was clearly those traits are not existent. I am amused by your guards. How stupid they are! Honestly, I never knew this would be so easy. I shall not stop the killings until I have what I want. If you flee, I shall find you all, and if you do not, I shall still do what I was commanded to do. So please, Royal Family, do not flee, for it makes killing so much more easier.

I Mean Every Word,

A Creature of the Night

"It had just arrived right now, suddenly appearing in black fairy dust," said the guard.

Oberon, for the first time, felt a sting of fear. My people are in deep trouble… What can I do against this treat?

"And to add to the situation, the letter came with a heart of a fairy, and for some reason, it was still beating," added the guard, "We have discovered it was from a new victim, making the total amount sixteen."

"Good work, guard," replied Oberon, "Please, let us rest. We need our rest."

"As you wish, my lord." The guard then walked briskly away. "Mother. Father. Will we have to flee?" asked Anglo, distressed that innocent lives were being taken. "Some of the fairies are moving to different forests."

"Nay, son. We shall not be cowards and let the fairies that refuse to leave the home of their ancestors without protection," replied Titania. "We shall remain standing."

"Are you sure, Mother?"

"She's right, son," replied a distraught Oberon. "We shall persevere."