OMG, I am SOOOO sorry it took me this long to update! I was waiting for my new laptop, which came 2 days ago, so I type faster, and before then I had been too busy to type anything because we have a big project in English I have to spend a lot of time on. Please forgive me! Im so sorry!
Magnus pov
When i got to my room, Molly didnt say anything about the owl bag.
My room was pretty big, with large windows facing a beautiful garden. Everything was already set up, so i didnt have to worry about that.
"Magnus, dinner will be ready soon." Molly said before going to leave.
"Alright."
"You should go out to the garden. Its very nice out there." She suggested. The maid left without another word.
It was about ten minutes later that i became bored with watching tv on the flatscreen in my room.
I decided to do as Molly had suggested and went to explore the garden.
When i got outside, the moon had begun to rise and stars showered the darkening sky.
The garden looked more like a minature forest from here, with everything growing wild, but i still did enjoy it. A big fountain was in the center of all the flower plots, four benches around it, one on each side.
I sat on the fountain and looked into the water. It was surprisingly clear for its age.
As i sat there, i heard a rustle in the nearby flowers.
"Hello?" I looked and didnt see anything.
There was no answer.
"Hmm." I looked back at the water and froze. To my right i saw a faint, blurry reflection in the water.
My eyes flicked up and saw nothing.
I gazed back at the reflection.
It seemed to be looking at me, whoever the reflections owner was. Part of it started to come into clearer focus and i gasped softly.
The same blue eyes from earlier looked back at me.
"Magnus, dinner!" Mollys voice shattered the silence.
The blue eyed person stood up.
"Wait, dont go! Who are you?" I dove forward to stop them.
Unfortunately, i somehow forgot it was just a reflection.
My body hit the water and i hit the bottom of the fountain, which luckily wasnt very deep. I quickly sat up.
There was a faint figure walking away. Its eyes i could see clearly, the blue glowing with laughter. I heard a soft giggle, and the blue eyes turned away and kept walking.
"Magnus, what are you doing?" Molly said, pulling me out of the fountain. "And who were you talking to?"
"You didnt see anyone else out here?" I asked has another maid wrapped a towel around my wet shoulders.
"No. Why?"
"Nothing." Why hadnt she seen the figure with the blue eyes? Was i just crazy?
Alec pov
How had he seen me? Only warlocks with alot of power could see trapped spirits like me.
Like...HIM. I shiver when i think of him. Its all his fault im stuck here.
But i did enjoy watching that boy fall into the fountain. What was he trying to do?
I dont know.
But i have to find where Oliver went. My poor little owl bag. He use to be my sisters, but i found him after...that incident, in her room. The picture of my family is in there to, along with moms necklace. The journal is what that warlock used to bind me to this place. Luckily i found it before the warlock could after he had lost it. He cant hurt me now.
With it and a summoning spell, anyone can call me to them. They can also...solitify, i guess, my body, so im...touchable.
Hmm, where is Oliver? I thought i left him under the curtains in that one room. Mabey i put him in the attic.
Magnus pov
The day after the fountain incident, i go into town to try and find someone that might know about the blue eyed ghost thing i saw.
After wandering around, i come to a store called Undead Spirits. Its the best thing ive found, so i decide to give it a try.
A little annoying bell rings when i open the door.
A middle aged man is behind the counter, reading a book.
"Um, do you know anything about, like, spirits?" I ask him.
He looks at me. "No, but my boss does."
He points to a door in the back. "Shes in there if you wanna see her."
"Ok."
I go back and see a circle of chairs set up. An old woman sits on one. Her hairs gray and falling everwhere.
"Hello young sir." She greets. "Please, come sit. Im Donna."
I sit across from her on a white couch.
"Do you know anything about spirits?"
"Spirits? Why, yes i do. Why are you asking?"
"Well, i just moved into the mansion just outside of town and-"
"And you saw the blue eyed ghost, didnt you?"
The woman grins at me.
"Well, ya. I wanted to know if there was some way to talk to him."
"Why? Frank tells me hes very cranky."
"Frank?" Ive never actually met someone with that name before. Id always thought it was just like...an unused name.
"He is this towns warlock, and my brother."
She quickly explains, seeing my confusion.
"How does he know about the boy?"
"Hes the one that trapped the boy there. Told me it was so he could have a little fun when he wanted to. But the book he needs to summon the boy out of hiding and to make him real is missing. Poor Frank had to leave town to try and find it. I said id keep looking here, but ive had no luck."
Donna leans forward. "I bet the ghost himself stole it. He never did like Frank getting to close to him. Probably because Frank just wanted to sleep with him. And do a little more."
"What did the book he needed look like?" I cant help but ask.
"It was a book of black leather. Very fine stiching on it. Every page empty."
The book in the owl pack. Is that what it was?
Donna seems to see my hesitation and surprise.
"Whats wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. I have to go. Thank you for speaaking with me." I hurridly stand and leave the building.
When i get back to the mansion, i hurry up to my room without stopping to even answer Mollys question of how it was.
The owl pack is where i left it, by my bed. I open it and see the leather book.
Good, its still there.
I wish i had asked Donna how to summon the blue eyed ghost, but that would have made it seem obvious i had what she was looking for.
I wonder if my father knows.
Pulling out my phone, i send a text asking him.
He texts back saying that i would have to hold the object the ghost was bounded to and say why i needed them.
I close my door and hold the book in my hands.
"I, um...just need to talk to you. Its kinda, important."
Nothing happens, and at first i think my dad was just pulling my leg, but then i feel like im being watched.
Turning, i see a white, faded and blurry form. It slowly starts to take a shape. But not all the way. The only thing that comes completely into sharpened focus are the eyes. The bright, blue eyes that seem to look into my soul.
The first words i ever hear the ghost say break my heart.
"Are you going to hurt me like Frank?"
Such cruelty, to make him have to ask someone he doesnt know.
I blink, relizing hes waiting for an answer.
"No, i wont hurt you. But, who are you?"
"Who am i? Nobodies ever asked me that before."
"Really?"
"No. Many have lived here, but they didnt care so much to who i was. I think they just wanted me gone from theyre home. But this has always been my home, not theres."
"Oh." Well, for a spirit, he sure can talk. "My names Magnus Bane."
"Im Alexander Lightwood. But you can call me Alec, if you promise to not give the book to Frank." He points(i think hes pointing anyways. Hes still blurry.) to the leather book i used to summon him here.
"I promise."
"Good." His form starts to sharpen, becoming a real body instead of the misty looking thing.
Im taken back by his beauty. Hes very pale(mabey because he is a ghost) and just a little shorter than me.
His eyes are the prettiest thing ive ever seen. Such a deep, clear blue.
"What?" He says, and i realize im staring at him.
"Nothing." I say hurridly.
Theres an akward silence.
"So why did Frank trap you here?" I ask him.
He looks at the floor. "He wanted me here as a…toy, I guess you would call it."
"Oh. I-" im cut off by Molly's voice and her heavy footsteps.
"Magnus, where are you?" she calls out. "I need you to go buy some things from the grocery shop for me."
I turn in the direction her voice comes from. "Im in here!"
Turning back to Alec, I see he's getting blurry again.
"I must go." He says. He disappears before I can argue.
I sigh, going to find Molly, my mind racing with what Alec told me. Somehow, I'll help him. I don't know how, but I will.
Again, super sorry it took so long. I will try and be quicker to update this time, but I cant promise anything. Don't be mad! Blame my English project! I have to make a huge portfolio of stuff(poems, storys, memoirs, ect.) and it takes up lots of home time.
Reviews are always welcome, and thanks to those who did review, its very appreciated!
