Disclaimer: I don't own mortal instruments or it's charecters. *sigh*
Chapter 2
100 years. It had been 100 years. The wind was bitter cold and hurt Magnus' face. The full moon was covered by the black clouds and there wasn't a star in sight. But he didn't care. Carefully, he put the roses at the foot of the grave. He read the lettering outloud.
"Alexander Gideon Lightwood. Brother, son. Always in the angel's light."
Magnus tried hard to fight back tears. They had never found Alec's body so they had given him a mundane burial; put the things he loved the most in the casket. His parents ,on the other hand, were buried in the city of bones, as they should be, because their bodies were found in Robert's study a few months after the war. No one knew what killed them, there were no obvious signs of injury. The one conclusion they came to was magic but they did not know the warlock who did it. Every warlock in New York was questioned but none confessed. So the theory of magic stayed just that. A theory.
Magnus sniffed and realised he was failing miserably at not crying. It had been 100 years, why couldn't he just move on already?
"Magnus?" Came a woman's voice. Magnus spun round to see his girlfriend, Camille. He knew it was wrong to be dating Camille while he was still in love with Alec, but Camille was his rock. The only one he could count on the be with him forever. And he was sure that, over time, he would forget about Alec and love her again. That was why it was so annoying that he hadn't.
"What are you doing here, Maggie?" Camille cooed, walking towards him. Magnus didn't reply, afraid that if he opened his mouth he would burst into tears. Camille looked behind him and sighed.
"The Lightwood boy again, Magnus? Every year you do this! And last year, you said that you would never do it again! And the year before that and the one before that!"
Magnus knew she was right,that he shouldn't be pinning over a shadowhunter who had been dead 100 years. But he couldn't stop.
"I know, Cammie. I'm sorry, but it's been 100 years and I just wanted to show my respect." Magnus was supprised he got through that whole scentance without breaking down.
Cammille sighed in frustration and put her hands on Magnus' shoulders.
"I understand. But you're with me now and you're going to be with me forever. You need to stop thinking about your past and look into the future. Our feature."
Magnus tried his best not to cringe at the thought of spending the rest of his long, long, life with Camille. Instead, he smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
"Of Course, pumpkin. I'm sorry, I really am. I love you and I don't want to do anything to upset you." Magnus had been telling Camille that he loved her for years, in hope that if he said it enough times it would become true.
"I love you too, Mags." Camille smiled and slowly caressed his cheek. "But if you come here again, I personally will dig up this grave and throw it into a place where the sun never shines."
Magnus laughed. But it was a fake laugh. He knew that she wasn't joking and the thought of never seeing the only thing he had left of Alec again, terrified him. Camille grinned, her fangs now evident. They had always freaked Magnus out but he had tried to look past it. Unsuccessfully. But he had tried to.
"Come on. Let's go home." Magnus said, clicking his fingers. The portal appeared infront of them, he took Camille's hand and led her into it.
When they got to Magnus' house, a shadowhunter was sitting casually on the sofa, stroking Chairman meow #50.
"What are you doing here?" Boomed Magnus. The shadowhunter stood up and stretched out his hand. Magnus didn't take it. Raising his eyesbrows, the shadowhunter put it back down.
"I am the inquisitor, Mr. Bane. I am here to talk to you."
Magnus sat down and Camille followed his lead. The Inquisitior stood proud in front of them.
"As you, know." He began. "The Solitas has been gaining men and power with it. He marks a great danger to the shadow world."
"What has this got to do with me?" Magnus snarled.
"The Solitas is a Warlock, the most powerful one out there."
Magnus opened his mouth.
"Don't Deny it, Mr.Bane! You know it is true. Any way, the Solitas is growing and we, at Idris, are calling a meeting. All shadowhunters and downworlders of any importance will be there. And since you are the high warlock of Brooklyn, you too."
"And you expect to defeat to Solitas by having a...meeting?" Magnus sneered.
"In the meeting, we will think of strategies to defeat him, yes. You have no choice, Magnus, you have to come."
Magnus groaned. "Fine!"
"Brilliant. Here's the infomation of time and place." Said the inquisitor, handing him a slip of paper. He was just about to walk out the door when he stopped and turned round. "Oh, and try and wear something more... apropriate." He looked Magnus up and down before scoffing and stalking away.
