Puck is said to be The Oldest of Old Things in all of the Isles! Not only that but he is The King of all Fae! And if that were not enough to show how important he is then it must be mentioned that he has as special a place in his heart for man as we do for him.

You see for all his might; being one of the few entities who has the power to warp reality itself however he sees fit, he finds himself beguiled by man. Man being we mortals you see as we have a singular power beyond his comprehension, something he simply cannot understand. A great and mighty power Fae simply do not possess, Imagination!

See, the Fae Folk; for all their power and apparent immortality, are incapable of imagining. Because of this there are a great many things forever out of their reach. Things which we take for granted; these things, these ideas, being as natural to us as breathing, remain forever beyond their grasp. They cannot invent, they cannot dream, create poetry, art or know the ever changing story. They see but they cannot understand, they can imitate but they cannot know that which we know. And that is amazing to them, baffling, confounding and intriguing.

But really there are many things about us the Fae Folk in all their wisdom and agelessness simply cannot understand and so as a result they find most interesting and unique... desirable even.

One thing certainly the Fae Folk cannot understand, at least as we do, is the meaning of life. The very finite nature of it. This is not due to any cruelty or maliciousness on their part; no, to the contrary it is simply due to themselves being ageless or at least very nearly so. They are simply unaware of the passing of time in the way we are as they watch the ages wash away like water falling across a windowpane and so are awe struck as we hurry and scurry about here and there going about our mayfly lives. Such wonderful and intangible creatures are we in their eyes.

Secondly as a consequence of lacking imagination they cannot imagine what they have never seen before. They will never invent the greatest of ballads nor the finest of clockworks, they cannot see the dawn which has not yet risen nor imagine the dusk which has not yet fallen. They cannot readily understand metaphor or analogy and quite often are terribly literal, some few however seem to have discovered this ability but they perform it quite poorly indeed all while amazing their own kin with their clumsy prowess in such efforts.

We mortals on the other hand perform these great and mighty deeds quite easily almost without conscious thought or effort, consistently performing the most impossible of deeds! At least from their perspective.

That is why this is true power in the eyes of Puck! We are; each and every one of us, capable of that which the Fae Folk can never do, we are able to truly create.

Now you may ask "if imagination is what he wishes why then does he most often take the form of a child 'though occasionally a horse or even a chair' when he can take whatever form he chooses instead of studying with wise men and inventors of all sorts?". Well quite simply Puck chooses to play with children because they have the most powerful and unbridled imagination, the human gift untainted and untamed.

Puck realizes children are the most powerful in the skill which he most desires yet he also knows that among humans it would be seen as odd and suspect for a grown man to spend day after day running around and playing with children. People might even begin to wonder whether he'd bumped his head or maybe something much much worse.

For nearly as long as we have existed Puck has been trying to learn to imagine by playing games with the little ones as they are innocent and open with their imagination and fun or even their occasional sly cruelty. He freely plays the role of the imaginary friend or the foe extraordinaire! He will play the hero or the villain or perhaps the role of the friend in need of rescue, he paints the grand vistas and the deepest of seas before the children's eyes so that he might observe their wonder, their awe at the gallant and sorrowful tales these most wonderful of creatures weave.

He has been playing with and safeguarding us for such a very long time attempting to learn this secret we keep and yet so freely share... And still no matter his efforts he himself, cannot see the worlds of wonder and awe that we the children of the Mortal Realm so easily create within our hearts and minds... Isn't that so very sad?