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Cassandra Clare
Clary POV
"Is she going to be alright?" That voice... Jon. Jon! What am I doing
out of my room? Why can't I open my eyes?
"Thank you for bringing in Clarissa Mr. Wayland. We thank you for your
service." Only one person in the world has a voice that rough and
sharp enough to cut glass. My father.
"It's completely fine, I want what is best for the princess." Just
hearing his voice is enough to wake me up from whatever happened.
There are 4 people around me: my father, Jon, Jace, and some man in a
suit. He is tall, taller than Jace, with hair as black as night and
eyes like a cat which I know can't be normal.
"What am I doing here?" The last thing I remember was falling into
Jace's arms, and black. A region of endless black.
Jon is the first one to speak. "Mr. Wayland here said that you weren't
feeling well and that you passed out. He brought you here so that
Magnus could take care of you." Magnus... Where had I heard that name
before? The healer!
"Magnus Bane the healer? Has he checked on mom yet? Is there any
chance of survival?" I could feel my heart beating twice as fast, the
desperation and hope in my voice was obvious.
"Slow down biscuit, first of all you need to take it easy. The reason
you are in here in the first place is because you weren't taking care
of yourself. Since you weren't eating, and I'm guessing you weren't
drinking water either, you body couldn't support itself and you
fainted. You should be fine so long as you keep on getting proper
nutrition, and don't engage in backbreaking tasks."
"But you should also that Mr. Wayland for bringing you here in your...
feeble state." Jon always has to make sure that credit is given where
credit is due.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Wayland." It was unusual saying that name,
but I knew if I said jace than dad and Jon would have gotten
suspicious.
"If you will excuse me I am going to check on the queen." Magnus was
devoted to his job I'll tell you that.
"Are you coming Clary?" Jon asked, with hopes that I would finally see
mom again. I couldn't hide behind my fear forever.
"Yes, let's go" my brother looked up, surprise drawn all across his
face. He hadn't expected me to say yes.
As the three of us approached her room, I kept on telling myself
encouragements, hoping they would help. It's okay, remember Magnus is
here and he has the best chance of healing mom. You have to see mom,
stop being such a coward and more like the intrepid person your mother
was.
But when I walked through that door, I realized that nothing could
prepare me for what I saw.
Jace POV
"Mr. Wayland can I talk to you for a minute?" Shock raced throughout
my body. Servants never got spoken to directly from the king, nor
called by their last name. It was a true honor but I was anxious as to
why he would be speaking to me.
"Of course your majesty"
"For the past few days my daughter hasn't even come out of her room,
much less let anyone see her. So what would a poor little palace
servant like yourself be able to see my daughter, when many others
better than yourself have tried but to no avail? Each of his words
stung, but only because they were true.
"Your majesty, today you assigned me to give the princess her meals,
and at breakfast I wouldn't let her refuse me. You see my mother died
when I was young, and I knew exactly what the princess was thinking.
This caused the princess to accept her meal from me. At lunch when I
went again, this time she permitted to go inside her room, where we
talked for a little bit and I told her my life story. At her request
of course. Then she passed out and I immediately brought her here." I
was praying the king would hear this, and let me continue to take
meals to her. Or at least permit me to see her more often.
"You have developed a bond to my daughter that no one has been able to
do. Now normally I would engage you to her, but since you are not of
royal blood that cannot happen. However, I will ask you to continue
spending time with my daughter, consulting her, making her feel
better, you are being promoted to her personal servant." What! I
couldn't believe the news and my good fortune! I get to spend time
with the princess, I guess life really does get better after
tragedies.
"It would be my honor your kingship." I replied, desperately
attempting to hide the excitement from my voice.
"Very well. For now go and retrieve dinner and assist the princess.
You may leave now."
I bowed, anticipating the wonders of the princess that would fill my days.
Jon POV
I hadn't expected Clary to come with me, and I hate to admit I wish
she didn't. Mom has been getting worse by the day, and I was terrified
that Clary seeing our mother in this state would ruin her.
I don't know how that servant was able to see my sister, if she
wouldn't even let me talk to her why would he be any different? Was I
not trustworthy or good enough for my sister to rely on?
It can't be that, me and my sister are practically joined at the hip.
If mom was ever unable to do anything, I would come in and help her. I
played with her when I was little and taught her so much. If she loves
me so much, why would she confide in a stranger as instead of her
brother that loved her from the start.
I remember Clary as a baby: feisty as her hair, had the most dramatic
mood changes, she had a scream louder than any baby I had ever heard,
and she was dead smart. She started walking around 8 months, amazed
her tutors with her learning capacity, and she was the most
perspective person I'd ever known.
She had this was with telling my emotions. One look and she would be
able to know what was feeling and the same went for me. It was like
this supernatural sibling bond. This bond was so strong that I didn't
even have to look at Clary when she saw our mother to know she was at
war with herself.
Her body immediately tensed, straightening itself like a stick. Her
face turned whiter than the moon, and her eyes were wide with
disbelief.
The same happened when I saw what she saw.
It was even worse than yesterday. The once vibrant red curls were
paling, her once striking face had lost it glow, only to be replaced
by a sickly pale green. If I thought my mom had been thin before this,
it was nothing compared to her now. She had lost weight, but not in
the good way. What once was a strong independent women had shattered
into a frail, crippled queen. It took every ounce of my will to keep
he from falling apart right then and there.
"She has reached the second stage of the plague yesterday."
"Second stage?" Clary's voice had dropped to a trembling whisper.
"Yes." Magnus answered "There are five stages to the plague. The first
is just a coma that lasts until the end." The end. Mom can't die can
she? Isn't there anyway to fight this? "The second stage is what you
see now. Since she cannot take care of herself, her body can't get
what is need to support her, which is why she looks like that right
now. The third stage happens about a week later. The poison of the
plague will reach her brain and the nightmare will start.
"Nightmares?" How did I not know this about the plague?
"Poison?" I don't think me nor my sister can take this anymore.
"Sadly it is true. The Plague is a virus inside the body to strong for
the immune system to fight off. It turns white blood cells into it's
"poison", rendering the victim unable to defend against it. When it
spreads to the veins, like that is the second stage. I trust I won't
have to explain that again?" We both nod, too overwhelmed to speak.
"Once it spreads to the veins it can access the nervous system with
links to the brain. Then it shuts down every part of the brain except
for the amygdala-the fear part of the brain. With nothing active but
fear she will go into a state where only here worst fears are, and she
will be unable to fight. When you hear the screams thats when you
know.
"But it's even worse after. Once the nightmares end, even the amygdala
shuts down, leaving a brainless being. It's worse than a coma because
she can't hear, see, move, taste, touch, or even process anything.
After that the internal organs just stop working one-by-one and
decompose into ashes inside her body, and the victim dies a few days
later."
I glance at my sister, and I can't take it anymore. I fall to the
ground and go straight into a fit of tears. My sister follows suit,
and neither of us is strong enough to comfort the other.
Clary POV
Once I notice my brother enveloped in a fit of tears, that's all it
takes for me to follow suit.
We aren't just crying for our mother. We are crying for this
occurrence of unfortunate events, a kingdom to soon be without a
queen, the misfortune of any family that has the plague, but a life
without our strong supportive mother, makes me cry louder than I ever
have.
I am shocked when Magnus joins us on the floor.
"I know it may not be appropriate for me to be in tears, but she was a
great ruler." Was. She isn't even dead yet but you are already
speaking of her in the past tense. But I am too melancholy to respond.
All of us are.
I don't know how long we stay like that. No one has the right words to
say, we are all fearful that speaking will just burden upon more
tears, and if its even possible make the situation worse.
The next morning I don't even want to get out of bed. Why did I even
see my mother? I knew that there would be no good news but what was
the whole point? To know how bad it truly was? Why did I have to see
my dying mother, and she isn't even at her worst state!
Hundreds of bleak thoughts clouded my mind, and I knew that I needed
someone to talk to.
Jace? No I need someone who actually saw her and there is no way I am
showing him my mother. Jon! Of course! He knows exactly what I am
going through and cares about our mom as deeply as I do, if not
deeper.
Briskly I get out of bed and got ready in record time. Jon's door was
(of course) unlocked, so I quickly scampered in and shut the door with
a slam.
That woke him up, his glossy black hair shooting up and the only thing
darker than his walls
They were painted a deep blue, practically reflecting the mood that I
was feeling.
"What?"
"You know why I am here." My voice was quick and sharp, if I carried
on the words I would go into tears.
"Mom?" I nodded, slowly approaching him. "Come here." I quickly feel
into his embrace, and the tears started again.
One time I broke a window when I was little, and Valentine started to
yell at me until I cried. He struck me across the face, and his harsh
words are forever embedded into my memory. Don't cry you fool, that is
a sign of weakness and I did not raise a weak daughter.
His words came back to me like a flood, but I didn't care. My brother
wouldn't care, and was the only other person in the room.
"It's okay Clary, it will be fine." My brother was making his best
attempt to comfort me, but that only enraged me further.
"How can you say it's okay when we both know it's not!" I knew it was
unfair for me to be so infuriated at my brother, he did nothing wrong.
But I was probably the most temperamental person in the universe, so
it only takes a little to set me off.
"Calm down Clary, yelling doesn't do anything useful." His words
pained me because they were true.
"I know it's just-"
"This is unfair and the idea of losing mom is unbearable?"
"Yes. It's just... why did this have to happen to her? She never did
anything wrong, and who knows what's going to happen to this country
after? I'm not wishing for it to have happened to anyone else, I just
wish-"
"That the plague and all tragedies in the world would cease to exist?
"I can finish my own sentence you-"
"Know? Yes I do know that but 'the world is not a wish granting
factory' (The Fault In Our Stars page 182) and you have to admit I say
your sentences better than you." I smiled for the first time in days,
and so did he.
"Of course the world isn't, or I wouldn't have a brother." This was
going to be fun...
"Hey! Take that back!"
"Now you sound like a five-year old. Does wittle Jonny want a snack?"
I retorted in my best mocking voice.
"Alright, you asked for it."
"What are you do-" My sentence was cut off with a scream as I yelped
as my brother picked me up and slung me forcefully over his shoulders.
"Jonathan Christopher Morgensten put me down this instant!"
"Not until you apologize for your deeming words, I'm wounded" His face
turned into a face so innocent it was unreal, his voice full of mock
pity.
"Fine. I'm sorry that you were born so annoying and I hope that you get better."
"That's it!" He said as he lifted me off his shoulders and threw me
onto his bed, talking me only moments later.
"Don't think that I don't know where you are ticklish!" The most
mischievous of grins was plastered to his face.
"Don't. You. Dare."
"To late!"
I started laughing so hard I couldn't breathe, Jon was going to pay
for this. Even though I was annoyed at my brother, this was the most
relaxed/joyful state I've been in in a while.
Our rambunctious revelry was cut off however, as a piercing scream cut
through the air like a knife.
"That voice-" I started
"Belongs to our mother." Jon finished. In most cases I would give him
a reprimand, but I was too overcome with dread from the sudden
realization that we both came to.
My mom had the third stage of the plague.
I hope that you enjoyed the chapter, sorry about the cliffhanger but
what's a good book without a couple cliffhangers? Also, for the TFIOS
quote it's not copyright if I cited it (the cite is next to the quote)
and you may get more of those quotes because I just saw the movie and
I want to re-read the book. Review if you can, thanks for reading!