The middle aged man scrutinised. Roaming along the deserted garden, he hesitated. With a sorrow face and mischief gleaming in his misty, grey eyes, he was haunting and intrusive. He was a pit bull, furious and raving, outraged and dominant.
The wind picked up speed and swayed the trees through the garden; the leaves whooshed and whispered. A young man arose, his shocked eyes cobalt blue and icy like an arctic, chilly morning in December. "Leave me alone." The young man whispered with terror. "Leave me alone." "Leave me alone."
The anger erupted inside the middle aged man, scorching, violent and forceful. These feelings were common, like another piece of him.
She woke up gasping. Sweat was pouring down her face and onto her t-shirt.
Not again, She thought.
"Nooooo." Emma whispered, gasping for breathe.
It was only a dream, she told herself. Who am I kidding? That wasn't a dream. It was a vision and she knew only to well.
Her mum knocked on the door. "Emma?"
"Oh no. What am I going to do?" She looked down at herself. She was covered in sweat.
"Emma?" Clary called again. "Everything all right?"
"What have you gotten us into?" Isabelle yelled.
"I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? Is that all?" Isabelle groaned looking at her brother, who was covered in mud, head to toe.
"It's not his fault that Magnus got us into this mess in the first place." Jace replied, defending his parabatai. He also was covered in mud.
"So what are we going to do now?" Isabelle asked Jace and Alec.
"How about this, we could go to the Californian Institute." Jace replied matter of factly.
"Well sorry that I'm not so smart like you."
"Wait a minute. How did you know that we're in California? Alec, who hasn't spoken in a while, asked Jace curiously.
"Well…" Jace started before he got interrupted.
"Well what?" Isabelle snapped at her adopted brother.