He gently held to Pucks hand,thankful for the comforting motion. He watched Ash with faint worry though,not like this place totally wasn't creepy,even with him a good amount calmer about having some history with it now.

Ash spoke a quiet word under his breath. The door clicked and slowly swung open.

The interior of the museum was musty and warm. As they eased through the door, both boys stepped over the same bump in the carpet that had been there a year ago.

Jason,despite being a dragon,didn't take to fondly to the warmth but thought it a lot nicer than being to cold. He didn't let go of Puck's hand and avoided that same bump they did,looking at it in confusion. He was curious about it but didn't make any motion to interact with it or ask of it.

Ash tossed a ball of faery fire into existence. The glowing, blue-white sphere hovered overhead, illuminating the room and the macabre collection of voodoo items surrounding them. The skeleton in the top hat and the mannequin with the alligator head still grinned at them along the wall. But now, an ancient, mummylike figure had been added to the duo, a shriveled old woman with hollow pits for eyes and arms like brittle sticks.


Then the withered face turned and smiled at them

It took everything in him not to jump out of his skin and scream for all that was holy. He kept a calm outlook,despite the white that shot over his freckles for a moment then darted out of the way for trying-to-be-calm-lavender.

"Hello, Jason Skytracer," the oracle whispered, gliding away from the wall and her two ghastly bodyguards. "I knew you would return."

He gave a respectful nod. "Ma'am."

"Then you know why we're here?" Puck asked.

She tapped a nail against her chin, dislodging a few flakes of dead skin or dust. "Hmm, let us see. What would you be willing to part with. Perhaps...your future chi--"

"No," Ash and Puck said in unison. She snorted.

"Cant blame me for trying. Very well." She leaned forward, studying them with the empty holes in her face.

"Very well, this is my request. I will ask that you fetch me something someone else held dear."

"What?"

"I wish for you to bring me a Token. Surely that is not too much to ask."

Jason held his breath not to laugh at how Puck and Ash said no in unison,he let it out once he knew he wouldn't burst out laughing or even giggle. Jason was about to ask what type of token,either one someone cherished due to memories or if someone was just clingy to a token for a ride or something.

"Certain items have been so loved and cherished by mortals that they become something else entirely--a symbol of that emotion, whether it be love, hate, pride, or fear. A favored doll, or an artists masterpiece. And sometimes, though rarely, the item becomes so important that it grows a life of its own. Its as if a bit of the humans soul was left behind, clinging to the once-ordinary article. We fey call these items Tokens, and they are highly sought after, for they radiate a special glamour that never fades away." The oracle stepped back, seeming to fade into the paraphernalia lining the walls. "Find me a Token, and I will give you what you seek."

And then she was gone.