AN: Hey readers! Before you begin what I hope will be a story you enjoy, I just want to let you guys know a couple of things:
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Without further ado, then, I introduce you to my first ever FanFic! x
The gaping sandstone courtyard, ringed with pillars that spoke of an ancient time lay beneath an open sky above, toned with the warm colours of the setting sun. A large pool of water sat motionlessly in its centre, separating the two figures that stood at its opposite ends.
"It is time," a voice called out, "the binding must begin."
Evenly spaced between each pillar of the courtyard stood the warlocks, each wearing white robes adorned with shimmering runes that spoke of the everlasting, union and new birth. They watched as the red-haired woman in the flowing, moss-green dress stepped onto the water, naturally and gracefully as she made her way to the male awaiting her – and they began to chant.
"By the Divine incarnations we seek to conquer the natural end, to own their birth right as the children of angels, to love without end, to feel without reserve and to be with one another until magic itself ceases to exist."
The sandstone pillars began to glow white hot, the air crackling with power and energy.
"Clarissa Morgenstern," the woman the warlock called out to seemed to be surrounded by blue fire, "step forward toward him with whom you shall conquer even death itself."
The red-haired woman had reached the end of the pool, and could not help but feel as if the world was at her feet, finally, no matter what, she would be with the one she loved without fear of the once inevitable – death.
Clarissa reached up to the man who stood beneath the shade of the ancient tree which marked the place of Union for their Shadowhunter kind. Long since lost by the demon-hunters, the Seelie Queen had revealed it to her… for a price.
"Jace," she whispered, "we made it." Golden hair, fair and soft, a smile that made her contract with vulnerability, electricity. There was no debt to either Heaven or Hell that she would not owe if it meant being with him forever.
The man stepped out from his shaded spot, closing the remaining distance between them-
"AHHH!" Clary tore away, backing up, adrenaline coursing through her veins. The man of her nightmares stood before her. "GET away from me," she had tripped and now crawled back, determined to make it back across the water.
"Clary," the voice which she expected to sound harsh and emotionless was so pleading she hesitated. "Don't abandon me. I need you, we need each other… Family."
The chanting of the warlocks became intense, now in a foreign tongue that sounded harsh and inhuman.
"No, no, no, no," Clary attempted to resume her escape. He could only ever be a liar, she told herself, an enemy.
The water behind her was no longer water but instead became fire and it rose up behind her in a wall leaving her no exit.
His stark white hair was the substance of her greatest fears for she knew he was incapable of love. Sebastian. Jonathan. Morgenstern. Her demonic brother.
"What do you want from me?" she spat. If he was going to kill her, she wanted it to be on her terms, not cowering in a corner, sobbing. She rose to her feet.
"Clary, please," his eyes were wide, his tone once again so soft it made her shiver, "don't you think I can be saved?"
He reached out to touch her hand for now she had no escape and she felt his touch burn her causing her to yell out in anger more than pain. "Find me," he pleaded, "find me and save me, I," he paused, "I think I know how to become human again."
Unsure how to react Clary looked down at her hand and saw a rune, she knew it was a tracking rune, a map of sorts. "Sebastian, wha-" before she could finish the wall of fire crashed down onto her and her world became one of of eternal heat and pain and darkness.
"CLARY. WAKE. UP." She was being shaken by someone. "Speak to me!"
"Oh, Jace," her voice croaked as she met his gaze, so intensely passionate she could not help but tense inside. "I'm okay, I'm okay" she assured him. His eyes softened and she felt his soft lips on hers.
"Let me guess," Jace started, grinning "you were dreaming of Magnus in a pair of sequin short-shorts, except this time, he was actually 700 years old."
"Haha, shut up Jace, that happens in real life," she joked back, about to tell him her dream. "Ja-"
He held a finger to her lips, "not to work against my own interests," God why was he so damn good looking, "but we have a big day tomorrow," he whispered, "and we already had a big night…" He was still grinning. "If you're not planning on any outbursts soon, I wouldn't mind getting my beauty sleep, although by the Angel we both know I don't need it."
Clary just rolled her eyes at him as he placed his arms around her, closing his eyes with an expression that suggested he knew she was still watching him. Waking up next to him shouldn't feel like this, she told herself. As she turned her head away from him, she was not surprised to see Sebastian's rune burned into her palm. Clary had little sleep that night.