"No," The Elder dryad said, placing the stick in his hand. "You are more than worthy. Go, and defeat the Iron King." It's warm and smooth in his hands, pulsing with a life of its own. The Elder placed a withered, knobby hand on his arm. "One more thing, child," she added. "You are powerful, much more so than you realize. Dragon's blood flows through your veins, and the Nevernever itself responds to your whims. Your talent still sleeps within you, but it is beginning to stir. How you use it will shape the future of the courts, the fey, your own destiny, everything. Now," she continued, sounding weaker than before, "go and rescue your brother. The trod to Machina's reals is an abandoned factory down by the wharfs. A guide will lead you there tomorrow. Kill the Iron King and bring peace to both worlds."

Jason's eyes looked up to her,wide,the gold flecks shimmering softly in the pool of hazel of his eyes. He was careful with the stick but placed a hand to hers gently and gave a nod,his freckles flooding with waves and bubbles of silver and gold.

"And if the Iron King is truly invincible, then we will all die." The Elder Dryad faded back into her oak. The other dryads left, leaving Jason with a cat, a prince, and a stick. "No pressure or anything," Ash muttered. And then he said louder so everyone could hear, "We leave at dawn." He cast an almost pitiful gaze at Jason. "Better say your last goodbyes to Goodfellow." And with that, he faded into the shadows.

Jason nodded after Ash,holding the stick careful and close. He looked to it with seeming fear. He had been worried enough about the dragon realm,but now apparently he had more in him than he'd known and it made it worse for multiple things. 1,at the moment,the king of the dragon realm was pretty much Silver because both older brothers where not there to rule and fight. So if Shade killed Silver he'd rule. 2,now he apparently had to save a whole other realm what was more diverse than he'd ever think the dragon realm.
"I can't..." he whispered to himself more than anyone. He shifted to his half form and curled his wings in tight to his sides and tail around left leg,the stinger pulsing in and out to try and relieve his stress levels that where rising. "Why couldn't I have just died out in the moon fields? Maybe my egg was left there for a reason,but no. Those stupid shadows had to take me to the human realm." He said softly,looking around a bit with now purple,dark purple,eyes.

The worst part was, Ash and Grim might be allies, but they weren't exactly friends. Only Puck had truly cared and now he was gone

Jason felt so bad about what had happened to Puck,and really bad because he'd angered to poor boy. He'd not meant to hurt him,and he'd not meant for him to get shot. He wished so much at the moment that he could take the bullet back,or at least that he would have been able to fix him up better. He cradled the stick carefully,making sure to be as careful and gentle as if it where an egg, and looked around again. He wanted to check in on Puck. The fact of how he cradled the stick was stabbing into his head the memory that he'd left an egg by the main portal. He'd meant to take it to the human realm and keep it safe,the reading of the book had only been to wait till the people at his foster home had gone so he'd get the place ready alone,but now the egg was left alone and was due to hatch at the next dragon full moon.

Ash finds Jason brooding again and asked for the Witchwood, claiming he could turn it into a suitable weapon

He willingly gave it to Ash,clearly not trusting himself with it.

Ash thanks him and disappears again. The next morning, around two hours later, Ash was dressed for battle, with his sword at his waist and a bow slung across his back. There was a gleaming white arrow with red veins curling around it in the quiver, with normal arrows

In the morning Jason is curled up in his wings,snoozing lightly with his tail twitching as worry kept him from full sleep. He kept worrying about the egg.