Thanks again for the reviews; I'm not expecting many because this is a small fandom, but the ones I do get make me happy. ;) So, thank you lovely readers and reviewers. The first part is Meghan's dream and it's in her POV but in first person, then it goes back to her POV in second person.

It was everywhere. Threads of iron crawled up trees, spiked up in the grass and entwined into the flowers. The remaining bad iron fey gathered in a circle. There were no more than fifty of them, but by the looks of things more were joining them every day. They stood in an iron infested glade. In the centre of the circle was a chair. And in that chair, a figure was slumped forward, hands cuffed to each of the chair arms. The chair was wooden, but the cuffs were metal. The figure was dressed in black, and I realised with shock that it was my Winter Prince. It was Ash. As if he sensed my presence, his head jerked up. The corner of his mouth dripped blood, and he had a cut above his eyebrow.

"Ash!" I screamed. He seemed to hear me, but he couldn't see me. My heart sank. He was surrounded by iron.

"Meghan…Trap…Don't…Come…" He gasped in pain as an iron fey slapped him with his metal gauntlet.

"Ash!" I screamed again. "I'm coming for you! I'll save you!"

"No…Stay in Summer…I love you, Meghan." He coughed loudly, spitting up blood. He was covered in bruises and burns. The picture began to fade, and I woke up screaming.

"Whoa, Princess, are you okay?" Puck jumped down from the tree he was sat in. It had been his first watch, but the sun was peeking over the trees now.

"We have to get there, quickly. He's weak Puck…And so injured. We have to save him soon."

"Ash is a big boy, Princess. He'll be okay until we get there."

"You didn't see him Puck! I did!"

"You have to trust Puck, Half-breed. Did he say anything useful?" Meghan looked up as Azalea approached them. She was wearing mortal clothes, jeans and a t-shirt with her hair in a side bunch. Puck blinked.

"What are you wearing?"

"Well, we are going to the mortal world. Now answer the question Half-breed."

"He said not to come, that it was a trap…But we're going anyway, right?"

"Of course. I have a promise to keep, and I suspect you do too." She snorted. Meghan nodded, and Azalea chucked a bag of clothes at her.

"Here. I called in a favour during the night. Put these on." Meghan scrambled to catch the bag. The two faeries turned away and she slipped into the clothes. Jeans, a purple tank top and sneakers. Great. I'm going to freeze to death before we get there.

"Looking good Princess." Puck said as they turned back around.

"Shut up, Puck. So where are we going now?"

"There's a trod to New Orleans about three miles from here. Once there, I will be calling in another favour. I know a brownie; she may be able to help us locate your knight." Azalea started walking, and the others followed.

"Why is she so moody?" Meghan whispered to Puck.

"She wasn't always such a bitch. Ariella's death changed her. Ash went on a killing spree. I pranked to hide my feelings. Azalea went bitter, and spiteful. So much so, that Oberon finally had enough. That's the real reason that she went to spend time with the Dryads. Because Oberon didn't want to see her haughty face anymore."

"Wow. Does she hate you too?"

"Too? Umm, thanks Princess? Yeah, actually. She does. She blames me as well."

"It's not your fault, Puck. You didn't know about the Wyvern."

"I still feel guilty."

"Don't. Ash and Azalea are over-reacting."

"Like always…" He smirked. Meghan punched him in the stomach.

"Hey, careful, he's still my boyfriend. And she's still my bitchy half-sister." She grinned.

"My most sincere apologies, Princess."

"Whatever." Meghan grinned again, feeling great that she had finally got her best friend back.

Bit of Puck/Meghan FRIENDSHIP there. ;) Sorry that it's so short, but I've been busy this week!