Iron's Prophecy
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I marveled that he could be so calm. Did he know something I didn’t, something he had glimpsed in that future version of us? But that couldn’t be right; surely he would tell me if he’d seen something like that: our child growing up to destroy the courts. That was kind of a big thing not to mention.
Or was that all a part of the “future what-ifs” he didn’t want to talk about?
“Well,” Puck said cheerfully, forcing a rather pained smile, “it’s just like old times, isn’t it? You, me, ice-boy, the future of the Nevernever hanging in the balance…we just have to wait for Furball to show up and then it’ll be perfect.”
“He is already here, Goodfellow,” came a familiar voice behind us, sounding bored and offended all at once. “Where he has been for much of the conversation, waiting for you to see past the end of your nose.”
“Yep.” Puck sighed as we all turned to face Grimalkin. “Just like old times.”
CHAPTER FIVE
“So…why are we going to the Wishing Tree again?” Puck asked as we followed Grimalkin through a section of the wyldwood that was even darker and more tangled than most. Trees crowded together and vines and branches interlocked like clutching fingers to block the path. It would’ve been difficult to navigate, except the tangled vegetation shifted and uncoiled to let us through as I approached. The Nevernever recognized a queen of Faery; Ash had explained when this first happened. The rulers of the courts were all, in some way, tied to the land, and the Nevernever responded to their very presence, even out here in the wyldwood.
“Oy, Furball,” Puck called when Grimalkin ignored him. “I know you can hear me. Why are we going to the freaking Wishing Tree, of all places? Is creepy oracle lady going to meet us there?”
“She is not.”
“She is not,” Puck repeated, wrinkling his nose. “Of course she’s not. That would make too much sense, right?” Grimalkin didn’t answer, and Puck rolled his eyes. “So, where is she meeting us, cat?”
“The Dreaming Pool.”
“Okay, if anyone else is as confused as me, raise your hand,” Puck said, putting his arm in the air. “Do I have to ask the obvious question, then? If she’s meeting us at the Dreaming Pool, why the heck are we going to the Wishing Tree?”
Grimalkin looked over his shoulder, twitching his tail disdainfully. “I would have thought the answer obvious, Goodfellow,” he said in a very slow, annoyed voice. “If you recall, the Dreaming Pool lies somewhere in the Briars. Very deep in the Briars, and never in the same place twice. To reach it normally, one very nearly has to stumble upon it by accident. And I do not wish to go floundering about the thorns with the lot of you for who knows how long. The Wishing Tree will get us there much faster.”
“How? Don’t tell me you’re gonna wish us there.” Puck looked faintly alarmed for a second, and glanced at Ash. “That didn’t work out so well for us last time, huh, ice-boy?”
I blinked at them in shock, but Ash snorted. “You were the one who made the wish, Goodfellow. I seem to recall telling you not to do it. Of all people, you should’ve known better.”
“Really?” I looked at the grinning prankster. “Do I even want to know?”
“You really don’t, princess.”
“He was trying to make Oberon forget about a certain prank that went off in Titania’s bedchambers,” Ash answered for him. “I don’t even remember what it was, but it backfired and caught Oberon instead of Titania. The Erlking was about ready to tear his head off.”
“Oh, great, ice-boy, make it sound like the worst thing ever.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “It’s a wonder you’ve survived this long. What happened with the tree?”
Puck scratched the back of his head. “Well—and this was a long time ago, understand—we made it to the tree—”
“Which took no small amount of effort, because Oberon was hunting us all over the wyldwood,” Ash broke in.
“Who’s telling the story here, ice-boy? Anyway…” Puck sniffed. “We made it to the tree. And I wished that Oberon would just…forget about that little misunderstanding. I thought I phrased it very well, didn’t leave anything to chance. And, it worked…sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“Everyone forgot us.” Ash sighed. “The entire Nevernever. No one remembered who we were, that we’d ever existed.” He leveled a piercing glare at Puck. “I very nearly faded away, thanks to you.”
“He’ll never let me forget that,” Puck told me, rolling his eyes. I stared at him in alarm, and he grimaced. “But yeah. It was a pain in the ass to get that wish reversed. Not something I’d want to do again. Wishing Tree equals bad news. And that’s not even counting the stupid thing guarding it.”
“Which is why I am here, Goodfellow.” Grimalkin sighed from up ahead. “Do not worry about the phrasing of the wish—I will take care of that. All you must concern yourself with is getting the queen past the sentinel of the tree. That is why you are here, I assume.”
“Sentinel?” I frowned as a thick wall of bramble and thorns peeled back for me, revealing a small clearing beyond. “What sentinel?”
Puck winced and nodded into the glen. “That sentinel.”
A tree stood in the center of the clearing. It was large and pale, bare of leaves, with crooked branches reaching up to claw the sky. However, only the top limbs were visible above the coils of a massive snake curled around the trunk. The huge serpent, black and shiny with thick, armorlike scales, shifted its huge body into an even tighter coil, looking like it wanted to suffocate the tree. I could see its head, resting on the ground, an arrow-shaped viper skull with lidless red eyes. A forked tongue, almost as long as me, flicked out to taste the air.
“Jeez, that thing has gotten huge,” Puck muttered, crossing his arms as we stared at the gigantic creature. “I don’t remember it being half that big the last time we killed it, do you, ice-boy?”
I started, frowning at him. “You killed it? Then, how is it…still here?”
“It doesn’t stay dead,” Ash replied, watching the monster over my shoulder. His hands came to rest lightly on my waist as he moved close. “If someone wants to use the Wishing Tree, they first have to kill the guardian. If they’re successful, they get their wish, but the sentinel returns to life soon after, even bigger and harder to kill than before.”
“Oh.” I glared at Grimalkin, calmly washing his paws on a nearby rock. “That’s just fabulous. And you expect us to kill that thing? It’s the size of Walmart.”
The cat yawned. “I do not expect you to do anything, Iron Queen,” he said, examining his claws. “I am simply to guide you to where you need to go. If you do not wish to get to the oracle and inquire about the future of your child, that is your decision.” He gave the paw a final lick, then set it down. “But the only way to the oracle is through the Wishing Tree. And the only way to the Wishing Tree is through the sentinel.”
“He’s right.” Ash sighed, and drew his blade. Puck followed suit with his daggers. “If the only way to the oracle is past that serpent, then we’re cutting a path straight through. We did it before—we’ll just have to do it again.”
“I love it when you talk my language, ice-boy.” Puck grinned.
I drew my sword as well, but Ash put a hand my arm. “Meghan, wait,” he said softly, pulling us back a step. I hesitated, then followed him back into the trees, out of sight of the serpent. “I don’t want you to fight this time,” he said as he bent close, his expression intent and serious. “Stay back with Grimalkin. Leave this fight to me and Puck.”
I scowled. “What, you don’t think I can handle myself?” I asked, vaguely aware that Puck had moved away, giving us some space. Grimalkin had also disappeared, so it was just me and my knight. I glared at him, hurt and indignant. “Afraid I’ll get in your way or slow you down?”
“It’s not that—”
“Then what is it?” I faced him calmly, drawing on the persona of the Iron Queen. I would not act like a whiny teenager. I was the ruler of Mag Tuiredh, the queen of thousands of fey, and I would not throw a tantrum in the middle of the Nevernever. “You know I can fight,” I told him. “You were the one who taught me. We’ve fought side by side against Machina, Virus, Ferrum and an entire army of Iron fey. I’ve fought more battles than most have seen in a lifetime, and I know I’ll have to fight more in the future. This is part of my duty, Ash. I’m not helpless anymore.”
“I never said you were!” Ash pressed his hand to my cheek, peering at me intently, silver eyes bright. “I never meant to imply that,” he continued in a softer voice, running his thumb over my skin. “It’s just…you’re carrying our child now, Meghan. I can’t risk anything happening to you. To both of you.”
My anger vanished. It was impossible to stay mad when he said things like that. But still, I was the Iron Queen. I would not let those I loved put themselves in danger while I watched from the sidelines. I’d done far too much of that already.
“Ash,” I said, meeting that bright, soulful gaze. “I can’t. I can’t hang back and do nothing. Not anymore.” He let out a quiet breath, and I placed my hands on his cheeks, gazing up at him. “Our life, our world, is always going to be dangerous, and there will always be something that wishes us harm. But if this is for the future of our child, and the future of our kingdom, I will stand with you and fight. That is my promise, and my duty as queen. I won’t let anything come between us or stand in our way.”
Ash’s eyes grew smoldering. “As you wish, my queen,” he said in a low voice, bending close. “If this is your will, then I will fight beside you with everything I have.” And he brushed his lips to mine.