Ash nodded his head. "May he live on." Fey didn't have a spirit world, they kind of just...faded from existence all together.

She nods, turning away from his body, "Let's go." She nods.

Ash held up the scepter. It throbbed with icy blue light, sparkling like it was made of crystal, as she'd first seen it back in Tir Na Nog. "Ill use the scepter to open a trod," he murmured, turning away. "Stand back."

The scepter flared, filling the room with cold. The air around them shimmered, as though a veil had been dropped over everything. A hazy circle opened up in front of Ash; beyond it, there were trees and earth and the foggy twilight of the wyldwood.

"Go," Ash told them, his voice slightly strained.

"Come on, Princess. This is our stop." Puck gestured at the portal, waiting for her to go through.

She walks through, looking around before turning back to the trod, waiting for Puck and Ash.

The wyldwood was in chaos. Wind and hail whipped around her as she stumbled off the trod, screaming through the branches and pelting her with shards of ice. Green lightning streaked overhead, slashing through massive clouds that roiled and churned above them, shaking branches and stirring debris into violent whirlwinds. Gouts of snow intermingled with the rain, gathering in mounds and drifts and then scattered by the wind. A violet-skinned piskie went hurtling by, caught in a savage tailspin, until she vanished into the trees.

"Dammit." Puck appeared behind her, crimson hair flying in all directions. He had to shout to be heard. "They started the war without us. I had an invitation, too."

Ash stepped through the circle, and it closed behind him. "Reaping Field is close." He raised his head to the wind, closing his eyes, and his brow furrowed. "The fighting is well underway. I can smell the blood. Follow me."

She follows Ash, looking st the damage the storm has caused.

Ash led the way, the scepter a bright blue glow against the dark of the wyldwood. Around them, the storm raged and howled, and thunder boomed overhead, shaking the ground. Her shoes sank into the mud, and her gown snagged on a dozen thorns and branches that tore through the fabric and ripped what remained to shreds.

Finally, the trees fell away, leaving them staring over a vast, icy gulley flanked by rugged hills, their tops disappearing into the clouds. A frozen river snaked its way through the boulder-studded valley, coiling lazily around the ruins of an ancient castle in the center of the plains.

From here, the armies of Summer and Winter looked like swarming ants, a huge, chaotic blur of motion and color. Roars and screams filled the air, rising above the howl of the wind. Ranks of soldiers clashed against one another in a somewhat disciplined fashion, while other groups bounded across the field, ricocheting from one fight to the next, joyfully hurling themselves into the fray. Giant shapes lumbered through the masses, swinging and crushing, and swarms of flying creatures attacked from the air. It was a colossal, violent, crazy free-for-all that would be suicide to go through.

She watches the chaos unfurl, "Its horrible..." She whispers.

"Look for Oberon or Mab," he said grimly, scanning the battlefield. "Theyll likely be on opposite sides of the river. Try not to engage anything, Goodfellow. We dont want a fight--we just want to get the scepter to the queen."

"Dont kid yourself, Prince." Puck grinned and drew his daggers, pointing to Ash with the tip. "Youre a traitor, Claire's the Summer princess, and Im Robin Goodfellow. Im sure the ranks of Unseelie will just let us waltz right through."

And then, a shadow fell over them, and a blast of wind nearly knocked them down. Ash shoved Claire away as a huge, winged lizard landed where she'd stood in an explosion of snow and rock. The creature hissed and shrieked, beating tattered wings and churning the ground with two clawed forelegs. Its scales were a dusty brown, its yellow eyes vicious and stupid. A long, muscular tail whipped the air behind it, a wicked, gleaming barb on the end. Hissing, it stepped between Claire, Ash and Puck, separating them with its body, coiling its tail over its back like a massive scorpion.

She glares up at it, "Well that was random." She mutters, vines in her hand at the ready.