The figure on the throne threw Jason a smile as sharp as razors. "Jason," he murmured, his scintillating voice echoing over the garden. "Welcome. I've been expecting you." The figure on the throne stood tall and elegant, with flowing silver hair and the pointed ears of the fey nobility. He was refined and graceful, yet incredibly powerful. The Iron King wore a stark black coat that flapped in the wind. Energy crackled around him, like thunder with no sound, and there were flashes of lightning in his slanted black eyes. A metal stud glittered in one ear, a Bluetooth phone in the other. His face was beautiful and arrogant, all sharp planes and angles. And yet, when he smiled, it lit up the whole room. A strange, silvery cloak lay across his shoulders, wriggling slightly as if it were alive.

(I got a question,would it be alright if I brought in a villain of my own? Like,Shade could have allied with the Iron king,cuz they both seem like the realm taking and harming type.It's alright if not,just a random idea I had.)

Jason let his form shift fully into view,his scales shuttering as if in a show of how hard it was to do his normal actions in his cracked and glassed state. He raised his elegant snout and though he seemed to try to look menacing,he was stuck in this form and behind how regal he himself looked as well you could see how the cracks represented his broken heart and how his glass stiff body was fragile. "And I wasn't expecting such an easy way in. Would've thought it would be harder. Even the castle in the dragon realm has a stronger force than how I got in." He slurred,trying to get rid of the grace that was in his voice.

(Yeah, of course!)

Right now would be the perfect time to use the Witchwood arrow, his chest was completely out in the open. The Iron King gestured towards Jason. "It appears obvious to me that if I had made it any harder, you would have broken before you even got in. Now, where's the fun in that?"

(Cool,thanks.You can take control of any of my characters whenever you like if you want the rp to go a certain direction.Any direction you please.)

He growled but knew that the king was right,he was in a fragile state,and just the right hit and he'd brake. He'd slipped up,bad. He had let his body fall to far in the shattering,farther than he was used to coming back from. He subtly slipped the bow and arrow and under his wing carefully into his talons. "Guess your right. You remind me of someone." He replied simply,and before he could raise the bow he saw a shimmer of something. White. "No." He muttered and then a sleek shape exactly built like Shadow slunk out from behind the throne. It looked like he was in two places all except for one thing. Shadow had those rainbow colors and adorable freckles. This "clone" had death black under his wings,on his frills,and he lacked the freckles. Instead he had swirls of the death black all over his body like snaking tendrils that had frozen in place and not moved in the action of taking over his sleek white body. Both where in their main form,both where staring for a moment. Red eyes and purple eyes locked. Until the clone spoke in a slithering regal voice with a smirk on his snout. "Hello brother~.I agree with him,I wouldn't have liked to just hear you've shattered,I'd much rather do it with my own talons!" He then giggled as if it had been in a game of tag,calling to his semi twin in a field of grass. His tone was as if he thought it a game of life and death,clapping his front talons together. Other than the cut's and burn marks,and wounds and scars,they where true semi-twins.

(I feel super guilty whenever I do that, but I probably will later in the rp)

The Iron King smiled down with an amused face, almost a smirk. "Oh, what a lovely family reunion." His chest was still unprotected

(It's fine. I think it's cool,you do more than I could ever come up with.)

Shade walked smoothly toward Shadow/Jason,his hips swaying and tail swishing. "I do agree,it's been a while hasn't it. The war has really kept us apart~." Shade said in a joyful tone that was crazy. Jason growled,low in his throat. He knocked the arrow into place hidden under his glassy shape. Shade noticed the cracks spidering in Jason's chest and giggled ,harshly grabbing his snout. "Looks like the softy got himself a broken heart~!" Shade held Jason's snout still as he traced a claw against his glassy spine,the tip creating more cracks and making a scraping noise.

(Aww, you're too sweet. I could say the exact same for you!)

Ash would've spoke, but he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to make the situation first. Machina watched, this little show amusing

(Thx.U is very nice.)

Jason yanked his snout away,baring his fangs that had faint cracks as well. "Shut it." Shade laughed,a crazy and broken laugh. "Your so stupid,you always where the sensitive one, helping the younger hatchlings. Thankfully you where taken so that you couldn't make things a worse mess." His voice was a mixture of crazy joyful bubbles and deadly hateful razors. Jason suddenly rammed his body into Shade who giggled and let them both roll around for a moment before pinning the glass dragon. "Ha! See,weak!" He hissed but Jason spat ice in his face. "Don't speak of our past." He shoved the other dragon off of him,shards of pearl white glass braking off of his torso as the two creatures soon stood off. Shade seemed to be enjoying this,growling at his twin. Jason was in pain,and the cracks didn't help but worsen where the back and white dragon had created some. "What,someone finally explain to you how weak you are?! Face it! You've got human blood in you,and that foster care system made you soft!" Roared Shade,slashing at Jason's snout as the rainbow and white dragon jumped back to avoid the hit.

(You are, too!)

The guards rushed them, their swords raised, and it seemed that they came with a certain detachment. Ash was trying to get to his feet to protect Jason, even though he knew he would be much too late.


"Stop."


Machina's voice wasn't loud. He didn't scream or bellow the order, but every knight jerked to a halt as if pulled by an invisible string. The Iron King floated down from his throne, the cables writhing slowly behind him like hungry snakes. His feet touched the floor, and he smiled at the scene before him.

"Leave," he told the knights without taking his eyes from them. Several of them jerked their heads up in surprise.


"My king?" stammered one, and his voice was recognizable. Quintus, one of the knights who'd been with Ironhorse in the mines. Maybe Tertius was here, too.

Jason was breathing a little heavily and glaring with deep purple eyes at his over joyed brother who was clapping with his front talons wildly as if this was a trip to the candy shop. He stopped as the iron king said,but he licked his jaws with a night black tongue,gazing hungrily at his semi-twin.