AN: I don't own the Mortal Instruments series, because the books belong to the amazing author Cassandra Clare. Neither do I own any of the characters from her books that might appear in this story, but I do own some of the characters. This story will take place in the same universe as Cassandra Clare's books, and the story will be based mostly around my own characters, but the familiar characters from the Mortal Instruments will also be included. This is my first time writing a fanfiction, and it will be a multi-chaptered one, so please R&R
Summary: The High Warlock of Oslo, Henrik Olafsson, gets told that someone is after all of the strongest downworlders in the world, and he makes it his own assignment to find the guilty one, but will his journey be successful, or will he fail to save the ones that he love?
Forgotten places
1
The High Warlock of Oslo
Henrik looked down at the photograph in his hand. The picture showed a distant memory of five boys, or they were not really normal boys, but he remembered how happy he had been back then. It was a time when no one even knew what a downworlder was, so no one asked questions about their differences in looks and actions. Oh, how he wished he could go back to that time of his life.
A knock brought Henrik back to reality and he went to open the door into his small apartment. The man, who was standing on the other side of the door, was one of his dearest friends. "Good evening, Oleg," said Henrik. "It's been a long time." The tall man walked into the apartment and sat down on the nearest couch. "It has indeed," Oleg answered, and smiled at Henrik.
He watched as Henrik disappeared into the kitchen and came out with two cups of coffee. "Thank you," Oleg said when he received one of them. After taking a sip of the hot coffee, he placed the cup on the wooden table in front of him and leaned back. "So," he said with a tired voice. "Is it hard being the high warlock of Oslo, or do you cope with the long working hours?"
Henrik laughed at the sudden question. "I haven't seen you for several centuries and that's what you ask me?" He sat down besides Oleg on the couch and turned so that he could face him. "I would rather hear about your adventures overseas. Did you meet Magnus when you were in Brooklyn?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I did." Oleg answered. "But he was to busy with his new boyfriend to even talk to me," he continued.
"He has a new boyfriend?" Henrik asked. His voice filled with curiosity. Even after all this years Oleg still got amazed by his old friend's unusual appearance. His pale skin, emerald green eyes and snow white hair made Henrik look like a creature from an entirely different world. "Yes, he's a shadowhunter," Oleg said. "And they seem to be pretty happy together." Henrik felt his skin crawl at the word shadowhunter. Those murderous humans who believed that they were so much better than anybody else, made him feel sick. He knew how the Norwegian shadowhunters felt about the downworlders, and he could gladly say that he didn't like them much either.
Henrik looked up into Oleg's eyes. His friend was more then a head taller than himself, and he felt like a child next to him. "I can't picture anyone being happy with one of the nephilim, but if he really is happy then I won't complain." Oleg nodded to his statement and his raven black hair fell into his eyes. "Tell me," said Henrik. "I've heard some rumors about an uproar among the downworlders. Do you know something about this, or is it completely new to you?"
Oleg looked uncomfortable where he sat. "Henrik… listen..." The sudden sadness in Oleg's voice made Henrik worry, but he let his friend continue without any hesitation. "The rumor you've heard is no rumor. There is an uproar rising in the Downworld and a lot of downworlders have begun to join." Oleg stopped speaking, so that Henrik could think about what he'd just been told. "But why?" he said. "Why would there be an uproar when we already have enough problems with the Clave as it already is?" Henrik stood up in frustration and started pacing back and forth in the small living room. "You know that I already have enough problems with the shadowhunters! They can't stand me, and they feel threatened by me because I have been alive for over a thousand years! They are afraid of me although I look like a fourteen year old kid!" Green sparks began to appear around his fingers and his feelings were getting the best of him.
Oleg walked over to Henrik and stopped him before his powers could escalate any further. "Henrik, you have to calm down!" he tried, but Henrik moved away from him and rushed to open the door. The cold air outside made him shiver, but nothing could calm him down at this moment, not even the freezing winter, he was just to mad. "Out!" he ordered. "I want you out of my apartment, and I don't want to hear any more about this! Are we clear?" Oleg looked defeated as he passed by him in the doorway, but he turned to look at Henrik once he was outside. "Someone is after you, Henrik, and you have to believe me when I say that he doesn't want you any good." Henrik just wanted him to leave, so he ignored his words. "I'm telling you; someone is after all of the strongest downworlders in the world, and no one is safe anymore. We live in a different time now, Henrik, and you can either make the best out of it or just give up. I am done with trying. You're on your own now." By that Oleg walked away, and all Henrik could do was watch him go.
Who would want them dead? The only person who hated downworlders that much was Valentine, and he was long dead. So who could it be?
Henrik closed the door with a movement of his hand and collapsed to the floor. "I have to warn Magnus," he said quietly to himself. "If someone is after all the powerful downworlders, then he might be in danger." He leaned his back against the door and closed his eyes. He had to tell Magnus about this, but all he could do right now was pray and hope that he wasn't already too late.
Well… As I mentioned earlier this is my first fanfiction, and I hope to get some reviews and comments. I know it might be a bit slow in the beginning, but this is my first time writing a fanfiction like this so please tell me what you think! By the way; I am Norwegian, so grammar mistakes might appear.
- Lisa