This is a sequel for In The Arms of an Angel. If you haven't read the first story go read it then come back ;)
I was going to make this story into a crossover since it's about the mortal instruments and the Salem Witch Trials but I couldn't find anything to cross it over with so it's not being labeled as one.
It was 1675 and a witch ran out of the town of Salem holding her new born baby all wrapped up in his blanket. The secrets of magic were starting to unravel to the humans and it was not a safe place for them anymore. The people of Salem knew she was a witch, and they were after her to kill her. She knew she couldn't run forever but she knew she could save her son by taking him somewhere safe.
She stopped at a cottage in the neighboring town noticing a basket sitting on the porch. "This will have to do" She said softly before moving the blanket away from her babies face. He was sleeping soundly at peace like there was nothing even wrong. "Oh my boy… I wish I could raise you and protect you."
She gently laid him into the basket and put a note with his name on top of him. "I love you…" She got up and knocked on the door before she ran away hearing the people of Salem come closer. The angry screams of the mob trying to find her was getting louder. The owner of the cottage opened the door and she looked around seeing no one was around.
She was about to go back inside when she heard crying. She looked out once more and this time looked down seeing the beautiful baby boy with black thin hair crying in her weaved basket. "You poor thing" she said softly getting on her knees and picking up the baby cradling him in her arms. She touched his cheek gently and when he opened his eyes they were beautiful with the colors of gold and green.
She smiled and looked in the basket seeing if she missed anything and she picked up the letter. "Dear owner of this home, this is my baby Magnus. Please give him a good home and make sure he is well taken care of, forever grateful, his mother." She looked at the letter and smiled "Magnus huh?"
She stood up and took him inside. "Well Magnus, my name is Kana Bane but you can just call me mom okay? From today on you are Magnus Bane, do you like that?" Magnus giggled and leaned into Kana falling back asleep to her warmth.
Alexander Pov- I got ready for church sighing to myself. I hated church to be honest. Father Valentine always judges you, the wine and bread is always old, and worst of all I always have to hear about a witch burning. Here in Salem we have had a huge outburst in witches.
Father Valentine's son Jonathan Morgenstern and Camille Belcourt can somehow see out witches and tell who they are. It's a broken system if you ask me. Guards take the accused to court and If Camille and Jonathan say they are witches then that's what they are. Of course this has given Jonathan the biggest ego in the world. Every girl in Salem wants to marry him not only for his wealth from who his father is; but they think if they marry him they will be safe from being accused.
There was a knock on the door pulling me out of my thoughts "yes?" My father opened my door and smiled at me "We will be late if you don't hurry up. Your brother and sister are already ready and waiting for you." I nodded and walked out with him meeting the rest of my family downstairs.
I was wearing my normal black pants and white shirt with a black vest on top while my little brother Max wore tan pants and a white shirt. My sister Isabelle was wearing a long dress that went down to her feet with sleeves that went pass her hands. It must have been one of mothers' dresses because she could not fit it. She also had her long black hair braided into a bun.
"Great all my children are ready" My mom said smiling and looking us over. I smiled at her and hugged her "Good morning mother." She hugged me back and kissed my forehead "You're getting so tall Alexander stop growing." I laughed and left with them "I can't really help that mother."
We got to the church and just like every Sunday morning Father Valentine was there standing at the door to greet everybody. My father also worked in the church alongside Valentine though I don't really know what it is he does. "Oh Robert and the rest of the Lightwoods; welcome." We all respectfully bowed to him before going inside.
Once I was inside I went my separate ways from my parents and went to find my friend Jace. He was sitting in the back where I expected him to be and I sat next to him smiling "Another fun Sunday." Jace rolled his eyes and looked at me "We should be able to choose wither or not we come to church. It's a total waist of my time."
I nodded and looked around "Still it's not a total lose. At least you get to stare at Clarissa Morgenstern." Jace glanced over at the girl we were talking about. She was Valentines only daughter and her and her mother were the only red heads in Salem.
"She likes to be called Clary" He said avoiding my last statement. I smiled and looked around trying to spot anyone else who looked like they didn't want to be here. There weren't a lot of children in Salem which always made me feel bad for Max. There was Max, Simon, Camille, Jonathan, Jace, Clary, Me and Isabelle.
We were the only children in Salem and most of us are hitting that line between child and adult. Not a lot of people have kids in Salem because they are afraid of them being witches. "Did you hear what happened to Luke's sister the other day" Jace asked pulling me out of my thoughts. I frowned and nodded closing my eyes.
"I heard her and your father had a secret love affair all these years and it was finally found out so she was considered a witch that took over your dads' mind." I looked at him "Do you believe that's true?" He shook his head no "It was obvious how much my father loved her… sometimes it seemed like he loved her more then he even loved me." I frowned and leaned back looking up at the ceiling.
Why does love have to be determined by social standing? My family is pretty wealthy so I can afford anyone I like but some people don't get that. God knows Luke, our town farmer, didn't get it. He was in love with Jocelyn but Valentine got her instead because Luke couldn't afford her.
"Life is very complicated" Jace sighed laying his head on my shoulder. I smiled looking at him "It might get better." He shrugged and glanced at Clary again. I looked over at Clary too and my eye caught sight of Jonathan who was glaring at Jace but Jace was too busy looking at Clary to notice.
"Jace… Jonathan is glaring at you. I would be careful if I were you." Jonathan hated Clary because before Jonathan could see witches everyone else liked Clary more than him. She could draw really well and she makes most of the art in Salem. Clary has a lot of people lining up to marry her but Jonathan always scared them all away… well all but Jace.
"He might accuse you of witch craft if you don't stop perusing her." Jace just shrugged and stuck his tongue out at Jonathan making his face turn a shade of red from rage. "Jace knock it off" I said punching him in the arm and he yelped and rubbed his arm "Not cool man." I shrugged and looked forward paying close attention to Father Valentine's teachings.
After church I stood up with Jace and headed for the door but we both stopped when we heard Camille Belcourt scream. I looked at her and she fell to her knees holding her stomach like she was in pain. "Here we go again" Jace sighed watching her and I glanced at him before looking back at her. She pointed to Simon Lewis screaming "He's a witch. He's trying to curse me!"
I frowned and started to go to Simons' defense but Jace grabbed me by the shoulder pulling me back. "Stay out of it." I frowned looking at him and I looked back at Simon Lewis. Jonathan also fell to the ground crying that Simon was a witch and Clary got in front of him.
"You're wrong! You have to be wrong Simon is my best friend and I would know if he was a witch!" Camille screamed louder "He's casting a spell right now! Take him out of here Take him out!"
My father and Stephen grabbed Simon pulling him out of the church and Clary cried for them to stop, trying to run after them but Valentine grabbed her by the shoulders. "You can't be friends with the devil Clarissa." She pulled away from him "He is not the devil at all. Simon is the nicest warmest person I have ever met and he would never hurt anyone. Jonathan and Camille are lying!"
Everyone gasped at that comment and Camille stood up "I would never lie. Witch craft is nothing to take lightly. You just don't want to admit that you were fooled." Clary shook her head and ran after Simon and Jace of course ran after her.
I went to follow them but stopped when Father Valentine put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't get involved with trouble makers Alexander. You have so much potential." I looked back at him frowning before nodding and walking out.
Magnus Pov- I walked into Salem and the first thing I see is two men dragging a teenage boy with brown hair out of the church. He was going on screaming about not being a witch and a red head ran after him yelling the same thing. A blonde followed her and soon after that a dark haired boy came out of the building. I got a good look at him and was in awe of his beauty.
His black hair was silky smooth and flawless just like his creamy pale skin. What really caught my attention though were his eyes. Oh his eyes were as gorgeous as Safire's and I could stare at them forever. "Um excuse me; are you Magnus Bane" A girl with long blonde hair asked walking up to me.
I nodded and smiled "yes I am. Are you Camille Belcourt?" She smiled a dazzling smile "Yes I am. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Bane."
I smiled "Please just call me Magnus." She nodded and linked her arm with mine directing me away from the church and the blue eyed beauty. "Sorry if you had to witness that little show that happened in there." I shook my head no "Did it have to do with the boy getting carried out?"
She nodded leading me down a dirt path. "He was a witch and was trying to curse me." I glanced at her "You mean a warlock?" She shrugged "Witch, Warlock, either way he was dangerous."
I nodded thinking about the boy. There was no way someone like that was a warlock. If only these humans knew the truth about witches and warlocks having animal traits. I have my cat like eyes that show I'm a warlock so I guess it's a good thing the humans don't know about the traits.
"So you said in your letter that you had information about my mother." She smiled and nodded "Yes we will get to that but first…" We stopped in front of a barn and I looked up at it confused on why we were here. "You will be living here while you stay in Salem. Luke said it was okay as long as you work."
I nodded looking over the barn not planning on working when I first decided to come here. She walked up to the door and knocked on it; waiting for someone to answer. A few minutes later a man opened the door and looked me over "Is this him?" She smiled and nodded "This is Magnus Bane."
She looked at me "Magnus, this is Luke Garroway." I held out my hand to shake his but he ignored it "I see, well come inside" he said going back inside; leaving the door open. I glanced at Camille before following him inside looking around at where I would be living for a while.
It was a small house with light yellow walls and dirty windows. Whoever this man was he sure never cleaned around here. "Don't judge him too badly, he kind of fell apart after he lost the love of his life to Father Valentine." I looked at her "You people still arrange marriages around here?"
She nodded "In Salem social standing is everything." I nodded and looked back at Luke who was walking to the back door. I followed him outside and into a huge red barn which, unlike his house, was completely clean and taken care of. He must be one of those people who make his work his life. I know I would if I lost the love of my life.
He looked at me a completely serious expression on his face. "As long as you are here your job is to keep my barn in good shape. You will milk the cows and feed them hay, collect eggs from the chickens and keep their coops clean and you will also take care of the horses." I thought to myself that all those chores were ridiculous but I just smiled and nodded "Yes sir."
He nodded and looked up at the sky when drums started to play. I looked around confused before looking at Camille "What are those for?" She smiled "That boy you saw before is about to get burned. Lets' go check it out" She said grabbing my arm and pulling me to the village square.
When we got to the square two men were tying up the 'warlock' to a cross. They tied his feet to the lower half of the cross before tying each arm on the arms of the cross. "Please! I swear I'm no warlock. You must believe me" He cried but was cut off by the blonde man tying his neck to the top half of the cross so he couldn't talk or move his head.
I frowned feeling bad for the boy. He was innocent and was about to die for no reason. Camille let go of my arm and went to the front to get a better look like it was an entertaining show. "Sad isn't it, watching the innocent die" A girl asked standing next to me.
I looked at her and she looked at me meeting my eyes "We just let innocent people die hoping that we will never be chosen." I frowned and fully faced her "Who are you?" She smiled "Tessa Gray, and you are?" I bowed slightly to her "Magnus Bane."
She looked back to the cross "What brings you here Magnus? It's not safe for our kind in Salem." I looked at the boy too "So then why are you here?" She smiled slightly "Because the love of my life lives here."
I looked at her surprised. Witches and Warlocks rarely ever get involved with humans; they don't want to take the chance of being founded out. The drums stopped and a man with long white hair wearing a black cloak went on stage holding a burning torch. "Who's that" I asked watching him and Tessa looked at him "That is Father Valentine the pastor of this town."
I frowned watching him and he lifted up both his hands, the torch still lit in one. "My people, thanks to the watchful eye of god we have once again caught the devil hiding among us. God; we pray that you take this sinner under your wing and send him where he belongs." The boy tied to the cross closed his eyes tight starting to cry "please… I beg you…" He choked out.
"Daddy please let him go" The red head I seen before yelled from the front of the crowd. Standing next to her was the blonde guy and the blue eyed angel I seen earlier. "Hush Clarissa" He scowled before turning to the boy. "Let God have mercy on your soul young man."
He threw the torch into the hay that was around the cross and it lit up in a harsh blaze; the flames licking the boys' legs the second the flame started. The red headed girl wailed out in desperation and horror as the flame grew larger along with the boys agonizingly painful screams. Tessa closed her eyes and put her hands together praying for the boy but I couldn't look away. It made me wonder if my parents ever went through anything like this. Would I go through this one day?
The flames were now passed the boys head and the screaming stopped meaning he was dead. Tessa stopped praying and looked at the cross as men started putting out the fire. "Rest in peace Simon Lewis" she said softly and I looked at her "Who would be at peace after that?" She shrugged and turned walking away from me and up to a black haired boy. I glanced over at the blue eyed raven comforting the crying red head for a moment before shrugging and turning, heading back to the barn.
Once again the chapters are short *sigh* oh well. What do you guys think? Alexander and Magnus have a lot ahead of them and it will be quite the ride.