“The King and Queen of Fairyland sat in their chosen bower beneath entwining lilies and roses, in whose cups blithe fairies wantoned, and whose leaves were sprinkled with the misty spray of a fountain which threw up its arrowy jets by the monarch’s side. The full moon, rising from behind a mountain in the background, threw its soft effulgence over part of the scene and over the figures of the fairies, and sparkled in the upspringing water of the fountain, while deep shadow gave mystery and solemn grandeur to all the rest. Over the King’s head a will-with-the-wisp, becoming constant for the time, had settled in something like the form of a star, and gave his light to make more evident to the King the charms of his companion.”
Jeff was startled to realize that while he gazed at his luscious high school lab partner, who was sitting next to him, the words of Oberon and Titania were playing in his mind.
He quickly cleared his head of wanton thoughts and concentrated on the work at hand.
Jeff was beginning to realize his destiny; even though he could not see it clearly. It was a misty horizon, one that beckoned without clarity.
The first step on his journey to destiny had begun.
TOMORROW: 3. The Journey