I APOLOGIZE. The ending was how I wanted to be, but then I realized that it messes up the whole story, so I had to change it, and I deleted the chapter this was previously so that you wouldn't see the ending that messed it up. (It was that Ethel would get shot, but she doesn't revive until Ash gets Meghan halfway to Arcadia, and that messes up my plan, so... yeah). SORRY.

I watched all of the voodoo happening, but I didn't really pay attention, thinking about what has been happening to me.

Okay. One: At some point in life, I will be marrying the eldest Winter prince, Sage.

Myself (Good): Puck has been very loving to Me.

I (Bad): He has also kind of cheated on Me with Meghan. And no, I won't be marrying Sage. Me is doing it.

Myself: But, those are just words, right?

Myself and I: ARGH!

It seemed that the two sides teamed up on me, because I emitted that growl of frustration. Old Annie stopped talking and, like everyone else, looked up at me. "Oh... um... it's just... um... I saw a spider, and... um... just continue," I hung my head in embarrassment, cursing in my head at the two sides.

Me: Why would you guys do that? And yes, I know that... 'Me' is doing it.

Myself: *ignoring my question* But Puck has been paying a ton more attention.

I: Like I said before, he kind of cheated on Me with Meghan.

Me: Will you two just shut up so you would stop making me be in peril?

Myself: We just want to help you make a choice. Puck or Sage?

I froze in thought. Puck or Sage? It's kinda easy... but now that you think about it, no it's not. Ugh, why does this stuff have to be so confusing? I looked up, and saw that Puck was looking at me through the corner of his eyes. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, deciding to listen to what they're doing. "Where can I find Ethan?" Meghan asked the oracle, their hands clasped together. The hag opened her closed eyes and they burned with a flame, dark as void behind. Her mouth opened, going about, like, two feet, and sighed out,

Within the iron mountain

a stolen child waits.

A king no longer on his throne

shall guide you past the gates.

"Well, that's nice," Puck mumbled, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair, "I love riddles. And they rhyme so beautifully."

"Just listen," I whispered to him, and he looked back at me. I looked down as I saw his head turn.

"Ask where we can find the Iron King," Puck told Meghan as he turned back around, observing the two. Meghan repeated the question, and the hag repeated what she did before, but she voiced different words,

In Blight's heart

a tower sings

upon whose thrones

sit Iron Kings.

"Blight," Puck nodded, "and singing towers. Well, this gets better and better and better." I rolled my eyes, sighing, and he turned to Ash. "Want to ask anything else, Prince?"

Ash was deep in thought. When he got a question, he rose his head and narrowed his eyes. "Ask her how we can kill him." I saw Meghan squirm, probably from the fact that she doesn't want to kill.

"Ash-"

"Just do it." Meghan swallowed and repeated the statement into a question, and the hag's mouth opened again.

The King of Iron cannot be slain

by mortal man or fey.

Seek out the Keepers of the trees.

Their hearts will show the way.

The oracle then collapsed on the table, disintegrating into dust and ash, and I stood up fully, my arms falling limply to my sides. "Good. We're done. I don't like voodoo places. They make my head think."

"Is that a bad thing?" Ash asked me, and I rolled my eyes.

"I mean, like, you know how you're trying to get to a conclusion over something, and then the good side and the bad side start arguing? That's why I growled in anger a while ago. They started arguing like crazy and-"

"What were you fighting about?" Puck asked me and I gave him a glance.

"Nothing that concerns you."

*A bit later...*

We dashed for our lives towards who knows where, Virus and her little pack of reprogrammed humans on our tail. I wanted to turn around and freaking kill the whole lot, but what Meghan said was stuck in my head, and so I couldn't. "We're being mobbed by a whole bunch of humans," Ash growled, "I could just turn around and kill the whole lot."

"I wouldn't stop you, but did you notice the amount of iron they're carrying?" Puck informed, ducking to dodge a knife that he spotted coming towards him. "Of course, you can make a suicide attempt-"

"You boys stop babbling and run!" I shouted at them, right as a pipe hit Puck in the shoulder. He gasped and lost his balance but flew right back up and I waited for him to catch up with me. "You okay?" I asked him with concern, and he nodded.

"For now."

We kept on running until we got to a brightly lit square, and Puck and I immediately slowed our pace, knowing it will lower our chances of attraction, and we clasped our hands together. "When we get out of this mess, I will whack you in the head," I mumbled to him and he laughed quietly. I spotted, overhead, Virus searching for us, but then bent my head down a bit. "She's above us," I whispered to Puck, and he nodded, giving a glance up.

"I found you!" She sang, looking at us, and I cursed.

"If I say that she's above us, you don't freaking look up!" I shouted at Puck in slight amusement as we bolted towards Ash and Meghan, and Meghan was fighting with a police officer who was reprogrammed. I looked around and found that everyone was stumbling after us, looking like they wanted to rip our heads off.

"There's a carriage! Get to it!" Grimalkin shouted at us, bolting towards the carriage. Suddenly, there was a gun shot, and I looked behind to see a bullet coming towards Puck at light speed, but I wasn't quick enough to get behind Puck to protect him. He staggered and fell, twitching and crying out in agony, and I helped him up, putting his arm around my shoulders, holding onto his hand and wrapping my other hand around Puck as to help him.

"You- ow- are really- ow!- close to me- OW!" Puck told me and I just pulled him.

"We can fight when we get to the carriage, but I doubt you'll be able to," I told him, having more and more difficulty pulling him, since he was losing consciousness. Another shot blasted through the night and I pulled Puck to in front of me, waiting for the shot to come, but it hit where Puck was just a second ago, and I sighed in relief.

"Come on!" Ash shouted to us and I sprinted, pulling Puck with me. I hauled him into the carriage and laid him down across the bench I was sitting on, laying his head on my lap. Ash made the horses go, and we sped through the night, me playing with Puck's hair softly.

"We have to get to the dryads," I whimpered, noticing that Puck's skin was turning pale and that the blood was pooling on me. But I didn't care. I just wanted the person I believe to love to be alive. "They should be able to help."

"Should?" Meghan asked me with a serious face, "What if they can't?"

A tear fell when I realized that. "Then we have to hope for a miracle."