Oberon sat at the base of a rather large tree. He was waxing philosophic, humming an old fairy roundel he learned in his youth. His mind was spinning ideas, constantly thinking.

If we can claim Camlann we can control all, if not most, of the iron in Pentamerone. If we can control the iron then no one can control us.

He sighed. There was much at stake. There was no guarantee that they wouldn't fall ill once, if, they inhabited Camlann. Living so near the mines might prove dangerous.

Of course, we could trick our human friends into mining it all out for us. We could destroy it all. Or hide it where no one could find it. There should be no cause for fear from iron for us in this land, so resplendent with magic.

War danced over his mind. He had never led any sort of honest to god campaign, but he had faith in his ability to lead his people. Once the bloodshed began they could practically lead themselves.

Of course, we will have to placate Titania. She will need to understand all I want for the Unseelie and how that has nothing to do with the Fair Court. She will not understand until I give her a reason to understand. A reason to fight for her own destiny. A reason to fight for her own court, separate from mine.

He closed his eyes in the bright morning sunlight. It was amazing that so much light reached the forest floor. Even with all of the dead leaves on the ground the forest was thickly branched and tangled. It was a little breezy, stiff and chill. He shivered and his back rubbed up against the bark. It was a pleasant sensation, though it tore at the scratches Puck had left from their last aggressive "meeting of the minds."

It is long past time that we part ways. Our courts have no business being together. The council has disbanded for so long it is almost out of memory. There is nothing holding me to her, and nothing holding her to me. It is time.

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