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I nodded. Yes. Thank y I mean... I appreciate it, Ash. He smiled faintly and offered a hand again, this time to help me into the saddle. I gingerly picked up the reins and envied Ash, who swung easily aboard the second horse like hed done it a thousand times. All right, he said in a faintly resigned voice, staring up at the moon. First things first. We have to find a trod to New Orleans. Page 3 Trods are faery paths between the real world and the Nevernever, gateways straight into Faeryland. They can be anywhere, any doorway: an old bathroom stall, the gate to a cemetery, a s closet door. You can go anywhere in the world if you know the right trod, but getting through them is another matter, as sometimes theyre guarded by nasty creatures the fey leave behind to discourage unwanted guests. Nothing guarded the enormous rotting barn that sat in the middle of the swampy bayou, so covered in moss it looked like a shaggy green carpet was draped over the roof.

Mushrooms grew from the walls in bulbous clumps, huge spotted things that, if you looked closely enough, sheltered several tiny winged figures beneath them. They blinked at us as we went by, huge multifaceted eyes peering out from under the mushroom caps, and took to the air in a flurry of iridescent wings. I jumped, but Ash and the horses ignored them as we stepped beneath the sagging frame and everything went white. I blinked and looked around as the world came into focus again. An eerie gray forest surrounded us, mist creeping over the ground like a living thing, coiling around the horses legs. The trees were massive, soaring to mindboggling heights, interlocking branches blocking out the sky. Everything was dark and faded, like all color had been washed out, a forest trapped in perpetual twilight. The wyldwood, I muttered, and turned to Ash. Why are we here I thought we were going to New Orleans. We are. Ash pulled his horse around to look at me. The trod we want is about a days ride north. Its the quickest way to New Orleans from here. He blinked and gave me an almost smile. Or were you planning to hitchhike Before I could reply, my horse suddenly let out a terrifying whinny and reared, slashing the air with its forelegs. I grabbed for the mane, but it slipped through my fingers, and I tumbled backward out of the saddle, hitting the ground behind the horse, snapping bushes underneath. Snorting in terror, the fey steed charged off toward the trees, leaped over a fallen branch and vanished into the mist.

Groaning, I sat up, testing my body for pain. My shoulder throbbed where Id landed on it, and I was shaking, but nothing seemed broken. Ashs mount was also throwing a fit, squealing and tossing its head, but the Winter prince was able to keep his seat and bring it back under control. Swinging out of the saddle, he tied the horses reins to an overhead branch and knelt beside me. Are you all right His fingers probed my arm, surprisingly gentle. Anything broken I dont think so, I muttered, rubbing my bruised shoulder. That lovely patch of bramble broke my fall. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, dozens of stinging scratches began to make themselves known. Scowling, I glared in the direction my mount had disappeared. You know, thats the second time Ive been thrown off a faery horse. And another time one tried to eat me. I dont think horses like me very much. No. Abruptly serious, Ash stood, offering a hand to pull me to my feet. It wasnt you. Something spooked them. He gazed around slowly, hand dropping to the sword at his waist. Around us, the wyldwood was still and dark, as if the inhabitants were afraid to move. Page 4 I looked behind us, where the trunks of two trees had grown into each other, forming an archway between. The space between the trunks, where the trod lay, was cloaked in shadow, and it seemed to me that the shadows were creeping closer. A cold wind hissed through the trunks, rattling branches and tossing leaves, and I shivered. With a frantic rushing sound a flock of tiny winged fey burst from the trod, swirling around us in panic and spiraling into the mist. I yelped, shielding my face, and Ashs horse screamed again, the sound piercing the ominous quiet. Ash took my hand and pulled me away from the trod, hurrying back to his mount. Lifting me to sit just behind the saddle, he grabbed the reins and climbed up in front. Hold on tight, he warned, and a thrill shot through me as I slipped my arms around his waist, feeling the hard muscles through his shirt.

Ash dug in his heels with a shout, and the horse shot forward, snapping my head back. I squeezed Ash tightly and buried my face in his back as the faery horse streaked through the wyldwood, leaving the trod far behind. We stopped infrequently, and when we did, it was only to let me and the horse rest for a few minutes. As evening fell, Ash pulled several food items from the horses pack and gave them to me; bread and dried meat and cheese, ordinary human food. Apparently, he remembered my last experiment with eating faery food, which hadnt turned out so well. I nibbled the dry bread, gnawed on the jerky and hoped he wouldnt mention the Summerpod incident and the embarrassment that followed. Ash didnt eat anything. He remained wary and suspicious, and never truly relaxed the entire journey. The horse, too, was jumpy and restless, and it panicked at every shadow, every rustle or falling leaf. Something was following us; I felt it every time we stopped, a dark, shadowy presence drawing ever closer As we rode on through the night, the eternal twilight of the wyldwood finally dimmed and a pale yellow moon rose into the sky. Ash and the fey horse both had seemingly unlimited endurance, more so than me, anyway. Riding a horse for hours and hours is not easy, and the stress of being chased by an unknown enemy was taking its toll. I struggled to stay awake, dozing against the princes back, leaning dangerously off the sides until a jolt or sharp word from Ash snapped me upright. I was dozing off once more, fighting to keep my eyes open, when Ash suddenly pulled the horse to a stop and dismounted. Blinking, I looked around dazedly, seeing nothing but trees and shadows. Are we there yet No.

Ash glared at me in exasperation. But you keep threatening to fall off the horse, and I cant keep reaching back to make sure youre still on. He motioned to the front of the saddle. Were switching places. Move forward. I eased into the saddle and Ash swung up behind me, wrapping an arm securely around my waist, making my pulse beat faster in excitement. Hold on, he murmured as the horse started forward again. Were almost to the trod. Once were in the mortal realm, you can rest. We should be safe there. Whats following us I whispered, making the horses ears twitch back. Ash didnt reply for several moments. Page 5 I dont know, he muttered, sounding reluctant to admit it. Whatever it is, its persistent. Weve been keeping a pretty steady pace and havent lost it yet. Whyis it following us What does it want Doesnt matter. Ashs grip around my waist tightened. If it wants you, itll have to get past me first. My stomach prickled, and my heart did a weird little flop. In that moment, I felt safe. My prince wouldnt let anything happen to me. Settling back against him, I closed my eyes and let myself drift. I must have dozed off, for the next thing I knew Ash was shaking me gently. Meghan, wake up, he murmured, his cool breath fanning my neck. Were here. Yawning, I looked at the small glade ahead of us. Without the cover of the trees, I could see the sky, dotted with stars. The glade was clear, except for one massive gnarled oak in the very center. Roots snaked out over the ground, huge thick things that prevented anything bigger than a fern to flourish. The trunk was wide and twisted, like three or four trees had been squashed together into one.

But even with the oaks size and dominating presence, I could see that it was dying. Its branches drooped, or had snapped off and were scattered about the base of the tree. Most of its broad, veined leaves were dead and brittle; the rest were a sickly yellowbrown. The glade, too, looked withered and sick, as if the tree was leeching life from the forest around it. It wasnt like this before, Ash murmured behind me. I gazed at the dying tree and felt an incomprehensible sadness, as if I were seeing an old friend about to die. Shaking it off, I looked around for a doorway or gate, but the tree was the only thing here. Will it still work I dered as he urged the horse into the clearing, toward the ancient tree. The trod, I mean. Will it open Well see. Ash dismounted and led the horse up to the trunk. When it stopped, I slid out of the saddle and joined him. So, how does the trod work I asked, peering at the trunk for a door of some kind. Doors in trees were not unusual in the Nevernever. In fact, during my first time to Faeryland, Id spent the night in a wood sprites tree, somehow shrinking down to the size of a bug to fit through his door. I dont see a gate. How do you get it to open Easy, Ash replied. We just ask. Ignoring my scowl, he faced the trunk and put a hand on the rough bark. This is Ash, he said clearly, third son of the Unseelie Court, requesting passage to the mortal realm and the clearing of the Elder. Please, I added. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, with a loud groaning and creaking, one of the massive roots snaked out of the ground, shedding dirt and twigs.

Rising into the air, it formed an archway between itself and the ground, and the space between shimmered with magic. Theres your trod, Ash murmured, as my heart beat faster in my chest. Puck was through that gateway. If he was still alive. Page 6 Clutching Ashs hand, almost pulling him along in my impatience, I ducked through the arch. I tripped over a root on the other side and stumbled forward, barely catching myself. Straightening, I gazed around the moonlit grove of New Orleans City Park, recognizing the huge mossy oaks from our last visit. The air was humid, warm and peaceful. Crickets buzzed, leaves rustled and moonlight shimmered off the nearby lake. Nothing had changed. It had been this peaceful the last time we were here, though my world had been falling apart. Ash touched my arm and nodded at a tree, where a willowy girl with mossgreen skin watched us from the shadow of an oak, her dark eyes wide and startled. Meghan Chase The dryad swayed toward us, moving like a windblown branch. What are you doing here I blinked at the fear in her voice. You must not stay she hissed as she drew close. It is not safe. There is something dangerous following you. We know, Ash said beside me, calm and unflustered as always. The dryad blinked and shifted her gaze to him. But we came through the Elder gate, so hopefully she t let whatever is hunting us into this world. Elder gate I glanced behind me, and my stomach twisted so hard I felt nauseous.