Hello fellow writers and readers=),
Please note, that I do not claim any rights to Cassandra Clare's story and characters.
I got inspired by one of her snippets for "The Dark Artifices" Triology and built up my story around it. Also I am not a native speaker and therefore wanted to apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes. This is my first ever writing and fan fiction, but I quite enjoyed writing it=)(2 hours of writing process).
So I hope you like it and if I get some reviews I might continue evolving the story, while I will always try to imagine how Cassandra would treat her characters and develop and incorporate more snippets from Cassandra Clare, which will always be highlighted, so there is no confusion! Also I cannot wait until the publishing date of TDA on 03/08/2016 and hope that some of my predictions might come true ;-).
Lots of Love,
Violetta
Fanfiction TDA 1:
"Where Fire turns to Water"
"Where Fire turns to Water... where Fire turns to Water... ."
With a small gasp Emma felt herself shrugging and awake, the well known lines repeating themselves on auto modus in her head. When she realized she wasn't drowning and wet from the icecold water, but instead wrapped in a blanket beneath the comforting bodyheath of another body radiating towards her, she felt her muscles relax. She could still feel the piercing cold of the dark water and the unbearable pain. Intuitively she pushed herself closer to were the wonderful warmth came from. Emma was lying curled up agains Julian's rip cage, one arm slightly touching the bare skinned side of his lower arm, while her hands were still tightly klinging to the blanket.
They were in his bed in the LA Institute and for outsiders it would have seamed odd, that two parabati were sharing a bed almost every night, considering the fact that for parabati it was forbidden by law to have a relationship in the ways of Eros. But Emma and Julian knew each other for almost 16 years. They grew up together, did everything together and could almost have telepatic conversations, because they knew each other so well and then, when they turned 14 they became parabati.
Both were orphans and with the unstable uncle Arthur beeing the only adult around they had to grow up very fast and take care of Julian's younger siblings Dru, Tavy, Livie and Ty. Sleeping besides each other and taking care of each other was their only way of dealing with all these responsibilities.
After she felt the last bits of the strange coldness ebbing away and her hands releasing their hold on to the blanket. She lifted her head slightly so that she could regard Julian's sleeping face.
His brown curls were a bit sticky with sweat and tingling in his face, almost reaching his eyelashes, his lips were slightly parted and he was muttering something in his sleep, his eyebrows were curled inwards, leaving deep lines on his forehead and temples.
She could see his muscles tighten and relax, as if he was fighting of some bad dream. He looked so helpless and young, like someone who was bearing the weight of a much older person and almost breaking underneath the pressure.
For a moment she took his features in with her gaze and some thought, that she had years earlier came back to her mind. She remembered being in the training room with him and Mark when they were twelve and how they were doing hand on hand combat and how she was looking at him and his features gave her a hint on what a handsome man he would be one day. This memory seemed from like another life, a life before the Dark War and the Cold Peace, a life full of hope, happiness and childish dreams.
Almost like a reflex she was putting her hand to his cheek, as if she could erase troubled sleep with her pure will. Consequently Julian moved slightly to her side and placed his hand over her still resting hand on his cheek. He was wearing grey pjama shorts and an old navi blue V-neck shirt that showed his slender frame with the parabati rune on his shoulder partly visible.
Emma swallowed. She was remembering Julian, two years ago, standing in the overlapping circles of fire where the parabatai ritual was performed. The look on his face as they each stepped into the central circle and the fire rose up around them, and he unbuttoned his shirt to let her touch the stele to his skin and carve the rune that would bind them together for their whole lives. She knew if she just reached out now, she could touch it, touch the rune cut into his shoulder, the rune she had put there.
She wanted to protect Jules with all her heart and strength, he was her best friend, her parabati.
And while he was not the only one having reoccuring nightmares, she was the one who deliberately talked about hers, while he never wanted to share his. He always seemed so distant these days, even while he is sleeping.-Emma thought to herself and softly stroke his cheek with her thumb. Almost suddenly she could feel him relax a little and the lines between his eyebrows disappeared, causing her heart to jump for a millisecond. For one long moment she kept her hand still and looked at him released that he was asleep and didn't see the expression on her face.
Slowly she removed her hand from his cheek and turned to her previous position, curling herself in like a cat seaking for warmth against his body. For a few moments she had forgotten what had caused her sudden awake, but now the uneasy thoughts returned.
"Where Fire turns to Water." These were the words of Kieran the Prince from the Unseelie Court, a member of the Wild Hunt ... the same Wild Hunt that gave them Julian's older brother Mark back as a bargain chip... . Since this encounter with the Unseelie and Mark's return, she had the same nightmare over and over, almost every night.
That was the reason why she was training late hours and trying to exhaust herself into a dreamless dull state of sleep.
This night unfortunately her precautions did not work.
The dream started always with her falling from the sky during a cloudless night right in the middle of the dark ocean... . Just thinking about it now made her getting gouse bumps all over her body. Somehow she was wearing a silvery evening gown, something very old fashioned and uncomfortable and Cortana, the sword that her father gave her was hanging from her left hand. The fall was so fast and the gravity so strong, that her limbs and head were pulled towards the ocean which made her spine bend around her core. Her long blond strands wer wiping around her face and neck and made her skin fell num and sore. She could hear the rushing sound of her fall and her parabati rune was blazing up painfully and bright underneath her dress. The wind was hard against her cold skin and then when she thought she could not bear this fall into nothing any longer, she felt the blinding pain of her body breaking through the surface of the ocean. The icing cold of the dark water sucking her in and the loud crashing of water against her frame, the breaking of bones, the ripping of skin and the icing pain of water entering her lungs. While she knew she was dying and unable to fight it, unable to move against the natural force of the ocean her gaze was pinned towards the surface, now meters away from her. Her eyes wide open and searching for a key or anything to hold onto, all she could think of was of her parents of Jules.