Jason and the Whispering Woods

Previously

…Jason looked at the seed, its light warming his palm as he carefully lifted it. He understood. His quest was not yet over. He had to return to Elder Willow’s grove, to the very place where his adventure began, and plant this precious artifact. He turned, the seed held protectively in his hands, the golden light illuminating his determined face. The path back would be fraught with the same dangers, perhaps even greater now that the Blight sensed the presence of its antithesis. But Jason was no longer just a curious boy. He was the keeper of hope, the harbinger of healing, and he would not falter. The Whispering Woods, and all its ancient inhabitants, were counting on him.