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'''Title: The Ongoing Journeys of Oberon '''

'''Author: Oberon, a wanderer '''


* Volume 2: ''The Search for Ellena (Part 1)'' 


Oberon's journeys 
were still near their 
beginning.  Lucas 
Eventide of Yew had 
shown him that a life 
could be made in study 
and chronicle.  He 
decided to settle in 
this Abbey for some 
time. Eventide 
informed him that, on 
the very eve of his 
arrival in the town, 
that there was to be a 
great celebration.  
Horse racing, 
gambling, and herding 
were a few of the 
events to take place.

Oberon, never 
having been one to 
turn down a chance to
celebrate, prepared 
himself for the 
evenings events.  
Since he was a 
tailor by trade, it was 
simple for him to 
make the costume 
required to attend.  He 
was only 
overshadowed in 
clothing by his new 
friend, the librarian, 
Lucas.

He took the 
opportunity to meet 
many of the 
inhabitants of the 
quaint little village.  
There was also many 
travelers from abroad 
who came to see and 
take part in the 
competitions.  Oberon 
gambled, drank, ate, 
and relaxed.  He had 
found a new home.
Little did he realize 
that he would meet 
someone that evening 
who would lead him on 
a tremendous journey 
across Britannia.

The darkness of 
the evening had 
hidden her from his
view from most of the 
celebration.  However, 
long into the food and 
drink and competitions 
he spied her enjoying 
conversation with 
friends.  Her hair 
shimmered in the 
glow of the lanterns, 
fires and candles.  
The light played with 
her skin as if she 
were the vision of 
sunsets not seen in 
Britannia for years.  
He was compelled to 
stand forth and be 
known to this lady.


"I am Oberon..." he 
stammered.  Unable to 
compose any more 
thoughts into words 
he stood silent.

"I am Ellena.  I am 
pleased to meet you."
With those words a 
conversation was 
struck in which 
Oberon realized that  
her beauty was only 
matched by her 
wit and intelligence.     
He offered his 
chronicles for her to 
study.     

"I would be 
honoured to read your 
tales."
He was humbled 
and knew he could not 
forget her kindness 
and beauty, yet the 
celebration was 
coming to a close and 
his chance meeting 
with her would soon 
be at an end.  He felt 
he should take the 
first step and ask for 
a future meeting.  She 
replied that it would 
be possible, if he 
would find her in 
Yew or Trinsic.
Trinsic!  What a 
place.  Oberon had not 
seen beyond Vesper 
only days ago, and now 
he was to travel to the 
fabled marble city of 
Trinsic to find this 
lady once again.

The morning 
following the events, 
the lady could not be 
found.  So Oberon 
donned his armour 
and put away his 
quill.  He set out on the 
only road which left 
Yew.

With the Abbey 
far behind him, 
Oberon wondered 
what strange things 
lay in the woods 
between the small 
village and Trinsic.  
Vesper, his home, 
was to the east, 
Trinsic, to the south, 
beyond the glorius 
city of Britain.  But 
Oberon had no time to 
stop there for a 
burning desire would 
keep him on path to 
Trinsic.


Much of the 
journey was simple.  
The forest roads were 
clear and without 
trouble during the 
daytime.  However, at 
night, Oberon cowered 
in his bed roll for 
fear that some 
mythical beast with 
two heads might scoop 
him up and devour 
him whole.  Yet, 
morning always came 
and with it Oberon 
found new hope and 
desire thrusting him 
onward.

It was on the third 
night, just following 
his crossing the 
mountains near 
Britain, that he found 
trouble.
As he set his fire
he was besieged by 
the most ungodly thing 
he could imagine.

"Is this a dream?" 
He worried, "Or is my 
fate to be sealed by 
this wretched 
creature that stands 
before me."

Strangely, the 
monster did not move. 
It stood and yet it did 
not breathe.  A human 
figure stared at him 
lifelessly, swaying 
slightly with the cold 
night breeze.
With all his power, 
Oberon turned on his 
side and noticed his 
sword but two feet 
away.  Could he grab it 
and not disturb this 
foul thing?

No time to think, 
he reacted, grabbing 
his sword, he lept 
from his bed and 
swung with every bit 
of might he could 
muster.  He attack 
was meant with the 
sounds of blade 
cutting and chopping 
wood.
Startled, he jumped 
back and stared at the 
thing in the darkness. 
It still did not stir yet 
now it groaned.
Now he had more 
courage, he reached to 
his pack and lit his 
lantern.   The light 
spilled onto the trees, 
the ground and the 
creature.

What stood before 
him was hideous.  A 
human without a soul. 
The eyes are the 
window to such a 
thing and this monster 
was without eyes.  It 
groaned again and 
attempt to grab Oberon, 
but it did not move 
from its place.  
Oberon circled it 
attempting to find 
what kept the soulless 
beast from eating him 
alive.

He discovered that 
it was attached to a 
tree.  Its tattered 
clothing had snagged 
on a branch and thus, 
the thing was unable 
to move.  Oberon 
dispatched it quickly, 
removing its head 
with his sword.  Still, 
it did squirm, but 
after sometime was 
silent.
What a turn of 
events.  Oberon was 
saved from the undead 
by a life giving 
creature, the tree.  
Forever, would he be 
thankful for its 
second gift of life to 
him.


The light rose on a 
pleasant morning.  
The creature still laid 
silent as Oberon had 
watched it all night.  
Now that the light 
shone he was not 
afraid to bury this 
creature.  When he 
had laid it in its grave, 
he drew forth a piece 
of its garment to mark 
the grisly occasion 
and noticed the name 
on his label. Not to be 
uttered again he 
buried this fact not in 
a grave but in his 
mind, so that none 
would know what foul 
thing this man had 
become in death.  He 
would be remembered 
only by friends in 
life, not through tales 
of attempted murder.

Satisfied he was 
finished, Oberon rose 
and headed towards 
Trinsic, still in hopes 
of finding Ellena.  
He was not to be 
satisfied on his 
arrival there, yet, 
many tales can be told 
of his adventures in 
the marble city... and 
they will be told.
...and perhaps he may 
one day find the lady 
which he seeks.  


Those who read 
this tale should be 
watchful and 
protecting of the lady 
and let her know that 
Oberon is searching...

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