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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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