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Luke let a huff, mostly out of frustration, which escaped his lips. He and Wayfarer had been traveling for what seemed and felt like almost hours. For that reason, now they'd found themselves in a very, dark and rather scary looking place. He'd watched as the countryside scenery around them suddenly changed. Everything adjacent to them had all of sudden morphed into much deeper, darker, shaded wood ones. the tree's nearly almost had no leaves covering their, thin scraggly branches. Each of them, upon further inspection, discovered looked like twisted and grotesque fingers.
The once bright blue sunny sky above them had suddenly turned dark, and quite dusky, the air around them was strangely quiet. It hung with a very unnerving and uneasy silence. The darkness had formed into a thick mist, that seemed to wash over and dissipate everything in its path.
Even poor Wayfarer seemed to be on edge, as he kept his head down towards the ground, moving at a snail's pace. His brown eyes were wide as he looked around at the dreary scenery around them. An owl sitting on one of the bare tree branches let out a loud hoot, through narrow yellow eyes watch the pair's every move. It's eyes shining brightly in the darkness.
"This can't be right. We should have gotten there by now," the inventor said, his brown eyes scrutinized the map he held in his hands.
Before leaving his house to embark on this trip, he'd made sure to write the directions and chart out the exact route accordingly.
It should have taken them right to the fairgrounds. There was always a way out of these kinds of situations, and he would find it.
"I guess I should have asked that man back there—" he began, his gaze flickering to the side of the road for just a moment, before peering straight in front of him. In the distance, just a few feet away, there appeared to be a tall wooden sign.
Relief immediately washed over Luke, as Wayfarer trotted towards it. But all of that relief was soon to be turned into disappointment. For as Luke got closer to the signs, holding up his lantern, he found that the writing scrawled across them were illegible for him to read.
"Well, that wasn't any help," he mumbled. The inventor tucked the map back into his pocket; before taking a hold of the reins. Wayfarer whinnied, before starting off in the left direction, but Luke tugged at the ropes that held his black harness into place. "No, no, let's go this way," he said, holding his lantern towards the other path, where he wanted to take, instead. The horse's mouth opened for a quick second, mostly in shock.
The pathway in which Luke suggested they'd take was much darker. A thick white mist-shrouded almost nearly every part of the long road, making it almost impossible to see. However, in contrast, the other path was very much brighter. The sounds of birds chirping could be heard just above the trees. Wayfarer shook his large head, tugging on the rope to go the opposite less scary way, but his rider wouldn't have any of it.
"Come on old friend, it's a little shortcut," Luke said, gesturing towards the map.
"We'll be there in no time."
Wayfarer's nostrils flared, as he led out an irritated snort. Therefore, did as the man ordered, and warily began down the desolate, eerie path. As they continued down the darkened dirt path, Wayfarer's large brown eyes glanced up through the thin scraggly bare tree branches. A bright full moon was shining down on them illuminating the road, a slightly cold breeze blew by, rustling up a few leaves from the ground right into the air.
The tall, dark forest loomed in the distance. An eerie, strange sound began emanating from the dark trees. Out of the corner of his eye, Wayfarer saw a dark shadow rush by them. It was a flash of black and gray. The large horse immediately halted, a low whimper escaped his lips as he slowly began inching backward.
"Ugh, this isn't right at all. Where in the world have we ended up Wayfarer?" Holding the map closer to his face, Luke's eyebrow furrowed in pure disappointment. "We'd better turn around..."
The dark-haired horse undoubtedly began backing up, moving slowly, but his movements were, therefore, limited, as a result of the old, rusty wagon he was attached to. The cart's wheels squeaked, as they continued backing up, before accidentally slamming into a dead oak tree.
All of a sudden, a huge swarm of black bats flew out from the hollow trunk, their wings flapping angrily in the wind. The creatures' loud cries filled the air. Hence, also, their screeches were most likely out of anger. Wayfarer immediately panicked.
"Whoa! Whoa! Steady boy!" Luke cried, clinging to the horse's neck, but it was no use. Wayfarer's strong legs galloped against the cold, hard, dirt ground, desperate to get out of this horrible, wretched place, barely even stopping, in order to avoid hurting or killing them both. At the very edge of the road, the dark, barren forest dropped off a steep large cliff they'd almost run into.
"Steady, Wayfarer," Luke spoke in a calming, gentle voice.
"Back up, back up! That's it!" He encouraged Wayfarer, in trying to calm him.
The distant howling all of a sudden grew louder, accompanied by low growls and barking. Whatever was out there was getting closer. Wayfarer let out a loud, terrified neigh, which all of a sudden echoed throughout the forest. His large body began to thrash out of control, as he bucked.
Luke tried to hold onto the reins, but he could feel his grip slipping. All of a sudden, Luke felt himself being thrown from his horse. He flew through the air, everything spinning around him, before slamming right into the lantern he held fell to the ground; shattering. The glass shards flew everywhere, scattering about in the dirt. Some of the flames burst into a small cloud, nearly almost torching Wayfarer's legs.
The poor horse who was completely scared out of his mind and wits, took off galloping into the distance, leaving Luke stranded, and a large cloud of dust in his wake. Luke quickly stood up, dusting himself off, and picked up his hat. He quietly whispered Wayfarer's name, silently hoping his faithful friend would return, but it was to no avail. He could feel the fear and dread slowly begin to rise within him, as he started to take a few steps forward. It was then he turned around and gasped in horror.
In the shadows of the tree's, seven wolves stood above him on the dark hill. Their gray and black fur bristled at the ends. The line of black and gray advanced on him through the thick white mist. Luke could see their dark black eyes, glistening with desire. Their mouths opened, as their lips pulled back revealing their razor, sharp white teeth which dripped with saliva, strongly lusting for the kill.
In the center was a pure black wolf, this one appeared to be much bigger and larger than the others, stood on its four legs. Its ruby eyes seemed to burn into the poor inventor's very soul. The one's beside him crouched down, their ears flattening against their skulls, as the Alpha Male turned his head, looking at the others, they lowered their heads as if he was giving them orders.
They slowly began the descent down the long hill. The five of them moved towards him in a very scary formation. They moved together, never breaking apart. Each of them flowed, moving in perfect harmony, and synchronicity from the tree's, a tall dark unbroken shape which seemed to hover just a few inches above the dark brown dirt.
Run.
Luke's gut instinct immediately kicked in, as he took off running towards the tree's, his footsteps echoing as he dashed away like a mad, rushing out of control tornado. The snarls were getting louder and louder, and then all at once, suddenly faded into nothing.
'Don't be stupid, Lucian, don't be stupid,' he pushed himself to get going, as he fought internally with the idea of turning around and fighting back.
He fought with the reckless, stubborn man he was before trying to break free, but it was as if his limbs were being controlled by unseen, invisible strings, like that of a puppeteer. The very faint sound of thunder could be heard in the distance, but he still continued to run.
The wolves were right on his trail, as his feet pounded against the merciless hard, ground which was beneath him. Sharp branches and rocks got in his way, smacking him right in the face which endlessly persisted to embed themselves deeper and deeper, into his sore aching flesh. His cloak got caught on some of the thin, thorny branches in the brush, but he refused to stop.
At the very edge of the forest, there was another drop off a cliff. Luke's eyes stared at least almost two or maybe three stories down. He'd never been, nor was afraid of heights at all in his whole life. But being able to see all the details with his enhanced vision thanks to the clairvoyant rune on the upper part of his arm, with such clear clarity nonetheless made the very prospect of jumping down even highly less appealing. The angles of the large rocks and grass below were sharper than he expected or imagined them to be.
Glancing behind him, he noticed that the wolves were even closer than before. One started to leap into the air, lunging right for the poor man but missed. Luke took two backward strides, taking a deep breath just in case. Suddenly, he felt anxious again. It wasn't about himself falling or getting hurt, he felt more concerned whether he would make it out of here alive.
He felt the raw, massive strength in his very limbs start to come on very slowly. Luke could feel it coursing, surging through his veins. It only took one single step to reach the cliff's edge. More like an eighty-fourth of a mere split-second, and it was more than enough time for him to get away. It was quite easy for Luke to position his left foot against the flat stone on which he stood upon. By applying just the right amount of pressure, to send his body wheeling up into the air.
The dark ground seemed to move from underneath him, slowly shifting like quicksand. It felt so wonderful, as he flew right through the air, the wind whipped about his face and body, while his muscle's bunched up and arched before he flipped off his body into a spin so fast that almost everything around him became a complete, incomprehensible blur. He bent his knee's trying to absorb the impact, but accidentally lost his balance before tumbling down a large hill.
Branches and leaves continued to smack him in the face before he finally rolled to complete stop. As he slowly rose from the ground, he looked up towards the left. In front of him, was a large tan stone wall, which rose up towards the darkened sky, it seemed to go on for miles. Two large black iron gates also greeted him. They were tall as the wall itself, attached to them. Hope suddenly rose in Luke's heart.
He got to his feet, dashing towards the gates. Grabbing hold of the iron bars, he started banging on them, shouting at the top of his voice: "Is anybody there? Please help me! Let me in!"
The barking behind him had started to deafened, meaning the wolves were now closer. "Oh please-" he began, pounding his fist against the cold, hard metal, one of them creaked, slowly opening inward. Luke let out a yelp, as he lost his balance yet again, and was dropped onto the cold stone bridge.
Luke let out a yelp, as he lost his balance yet again, and was dropped onto the cold stone bridge. He began to get up but was pulled backward by something. Turning his head, his brown eyes widened in terror. One of the wolves had sunk its teeth in the heel of his boot. He shook it off, loosening the animal's grip, and used his left foot to slam the gates shut, just as the rest of the dogs were able to attack him.
Furious and angry snarls ripped from the animal's mouths. As they clawed at the gates. Even their deadly, sharp teeth and talons had limits, and could not chew or get through the iron bars. Luke felt his heart pounding like a jackhammer from inside of his chest, as he let out a sigh of relief. Turning around, his gaze now looked up at the sight before him, as he let out a sharp gasp.
There standing before him, in the foggy, eerie darkness was a great castle. It stood above him, looming in the distance. Instead of a cheery, happy atmosphere, he'd read about in fairy tales, however, this one, in particular, seemed to have a shadow hanging over the massive walls and gates.
The walls were a faded, pearly white color, that once sparkled in the bright, happy sun. Elegant spires reached all the way up to the sky, their tops pointed and painted a dim gold. Small and large windows draped with dark crimson and black curtains added quite the bleakness to the place, as did cultivated bushes of red roses leaned against the castle walls, as dark green vines spiraled up the stone sides.
Luke's dark brown eyes ran over the great landscape, unable to keep his jaw dropping in awe. Rolling hills stretched over the horizon, leading to majestic looking mountains in the distance. A pleasant, cobblestone path which cut through the grass surrounding the castle, lead to an incredible large garden filled exotic looking plants, ponds, and statues. He felt a drop of water splash against his cheek. Glancing up towards the sky, he noticed that the clouds had turned even darker, as it started to rain.
Wrapping his black cloak around his body, Luke quickly ran across the castle's bridge towards the large front wooden doors. He pounded against the wooden doors, as the rain began coming down in sheets.
"Please is anyone there? Help me, please! I'm all alone. My horse is gone, and I need some help!" Luke continued shouting at the rune crest etched on the front of the door. His eyes scanned all of the windows, searching for any sign of life coming from them.
The rain ran through all of the layers of clothing he wore, chilling him to the very bone. A gust of wind blew through his soaked cloak, making his teeth chatter with cold. With each passing breath, he took, it became harder and harder for him to speak or breathe, as the cold, rigid air somehow managed to gain entry into his lungs, and made it harder for him to keep himself warm. Subconsciously he wrapped his cloak around his body.
Luke knew he was in dire danger, for he felt it inside his heart was starting to slow down. His lungs felt as if they were becoming weaker and weaker by the second, he fell to his knee's coughing. But he refused to give up for Clary. His vision started to go blurry, but it wasn't before he heard the door's locks becoming undone. The first large wooden door slowly creaked open.
A warm orange light filled with the misty, rainy darkness, as he slowly got to his feet, and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Inside, it was nice, warm and dry. The entryway was every bit large, dark, and dreary as it's exterior. Large smooth marble pillars lined the darkened hallway, while the floor was made of a smooth, clear stone. Above him, the ceiling opened up, revealing a high circular ceiling on the left and right sides.
The pillars upon each rested what appeared to be some kind of Greater Demons. An elegantly red carpet red from the door and all the way up the steps added a nice touch, which happened to lead to other rooms, corridors, and wings of the castle. But in spite of the nicely decorated interior, it was much far from the warm inside.
"Hello?" Luke called out into the corridors, his voice echoing loudly in the desolate chamber. "Hello?"
"Awww, the poor man must've lost his way in the woods," a soft voice said from nearby. It sounded very curious and pleasant, Luke heard it almost jumping out of his skin, because he was nearly frozen to the bone, his teeth chattering. He continued to look around.
"Shh! He shouldn't even be here if we stay quiet enough maybe he'll go away," another voice added. This one sounded more stern and unpleasant.
"Is someone there?" Luke asked.
"Not a word, Magnus, not another word." The same unfriendly voice said.
"I'm so sorry and I don't mean to intrude, but I lost my horse, and I need a place to stay for the night," Luke called. He heard the desperation in his voice.
"Oh come on Alexander, the poor man's soaked and shivering, he could catch something."
"I wish we could, but you know what Hodge said, not a single soul is to wander in here!"
Magnus felt pity for the poor man, his expression softened into that of a sad one. He turned to the clock, placing an arm around his wide shoulder, "Come on Alec, have a heart."
"No Magnus, be quiet this instant!" Alec hissed, his brow furrowed, as he quickly covered his boyfriend's mouth.
The warlock turned candlestick's eyes narrowed into slits, using one of the flames on his wick, he nicely turned up the heat intensity on his boyfriend's hand. Alec instantly felt the burn, as his hand began to glow a brightly colored orange and was slightly smoking.
"Ow, ow, ow!" he cried, trying to blow out the flames.
"My good sir, you are welcome here," Magnus said.
"Who said that?" Luke asked, grabbing a candlestick off a nearby table. The candlestick was a dark black color, while the candle-holder was a plain yellow, almost amber, the two of them slightly shorter than the one in the center.
"Over here!" the voice said.
Luke's eyes looked around the room, as he turned before something tapped him on the head. He finally glanced up at the candle, which appeared to be looking at him. He had dark brown eyes and a mouth which was curled into an amused and happy smile. Glitter was literally strewn all over his body, as his eyes were lined with a dark, intense liner.
"Hello my friend," the candle grinned at him.
"Gahhhhhh! Luke cried, he yelped as the candle slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor, and it's flames went out. It's two short candles seemed to serve as it's arms, while the middle was its head.
"How strange, yet incredible," the inventor said in awe, he took another deep breath. The clock which had been sitting also perched on the table leaped off to join the candle on the floor. He had a deep voice, and it was certainly unlike any clock Luke had seen in his entire life. His small legs bouncing from underneath him, as he hopped across the cold stone floor.
Luke noticed that his face had dark blue and red spikes which stuck all the way around in a star shape, and his face was a light beige color. His eyes were the color of the deepest sapphire jewels, and his base was much thinner than most clocks. The top part of him was black, while the bottom part was navy blue, shaped into two small legs. In the center of his chest was a pendulum, which was gold, and two small amber handles which served as arms.
"Now you've done it, Magnus Bane," Alec said, crossing his arms over his small chest in a huff, "How splendid, well done, just plain peachy!" he yelped, as Luke reached out a hand, grabbing the poor clock and lifting him into the air to get a better look.
"How in the Angel is this accomplished?" he wondered aloud.
"Put me down!" Alec yelled, as Luke turned him on his side, closely examining him at a possible angle. He tickled the bottom of Alec's feet, causing him to laugh. He poked and prodded the protesting device, pulling on his arms and head.
A smirk formed on Magnus's face before he started to laugh as well. Just the sight of his boyfriend being tickled made him giggle.
"Please stop that, hehehehehehehe!" he chuckled, his expression changing to one of that amused. Luke then turned him upside down before shaking him, causing the parts inside Alec to rattle around like loose coins, before turning the small dial on the back of Alec's head, making the poor clock wince. He opened the door which led to the pendulum and began touching it, running his fingertips over the smooth gold.
"Put me down! You close that at once, sir!" Alec growled, closing the door on Luke's finger.
"Seriously do you mind?"
"I'm so sorry," Luke lamented, trying to soothe aching soreness in his fingertip, "It's just never in my life have I seen such rare, amazing technology like this before...I...I..." he said, before let out a loud sneeze which formed a fog on the clock's glass. Alec quickly used the two hands to wipe it off so that he could see again.
Alec looked at Luke with great, genuine concern in his blue eyes, before Magnus began hopping towards a small room off to the far right. "You are soaked to the bone, sir, come warm yourself by the fire, and we'll get you all healed and patched up."
"Oh, thank you so much," Luke replied, as he began following them.
Unfortunately, none of them noticed a pair of golden amber eyes watching them from the shadows.
Luke along with the enchanted objects, soon entered a very cozy looking chamber. It wasn't a large room at all, but a nice little sitting room, with a great warm fire, which burned brightly in the marble fireplace. Roomy enough for a few people to have a small gathering or a party. The fireplace faced the focal point of the room, on the floor before it lay a white polar bear rug. Its head faced the small bookshelf by the right wall, and a large black suede comfortable chair was placed right in front of the blazing fire.
"We better be careful, Magnus," Alec said, his voice full of worry, his eyes darting back and forth across the room. He accidentally tripped down the short flight of steps which went down into the room. He laid on the floor, groaning before picking himself back up. "If Jace finds out about this, he isn't going to be happy. This isn't happening, this isn't happening. I am not seeing this," he muttered to himself.
Magnus rolled his brown eyes and snorted, "Will you lighten up Alexander? This poor man is clearly sick and needs our help," he replied, motioning for Luke to sit down in the chair. As the man settled down into the chair, a small meowing gray covered footstool came up to him, it's tail held high in the air. The little stool gently placed it's legs on Luke's lap, nuzzling his hand.
"Why hello, there little guy," Luke said, gently petting the stool's head, which earned a contented purr. The footstool rubbed its head against Luke's hand, before arching it's back. It then proceeded to ease itself underneath the man's aching, tired feet. A black coat rack gently wrapped a warm blanket over his aching body, mostly to help him stay warm.
"What excellent service," he replied, smiling at each piece of furniture in the room.
The coat rack politely tipped it hat to him, in a friendly gesture, before moving back to it's place near the door. Meanwhile Alec took a deep breath, steadily trying to calm himself from nearly having a heart attack, the look on his face remained the same, compassionate but deeply concerned that they would get into trouble.
"Please listen to me, we cannot-" he began, but was cut off by the sound of a rolling tea tray which ran him over. The cart was a pretty azure blue color, with silver top and bottom tray, it's surface shone bright and shiny clean. Two metal circle pieces were attached to the top and bottom trays, in the pattern of a lily design. The wheels were shining silver, gleaming in the warm orange light. Sitting on the tray was a teapot, small cup, and a feather duster. The teapot smiled warmly at Luke; her dark brown eyes with long cat like lashes shining brightly.
"How would you like a nice, hot cup of some herbal tea? Brewed with fresh apple and mango extract with some healing herbs from our greenhouse. It will heal and warm you in a giffy. I'm Isabelle," she said.
The feather duster, she had a dark brown handle, and a black little hat upto her head. Her eyes were a ocean blue color, hidden behind dark lashes, and her lips were a bright pink.
"It's nice to meet you sir as well, I'm Selene Herondale."
The teapot was a gorgeous shade of dark rose. She had some flecks of gold, silver, and blue embedded in the top and bottom of her handle and spout. Her lips were a light ruby color. She poured a light brown liquid into a small blue and white tea cup, which Luke happily picked up.
"Thank you so much, I do love tea. It's very nice to meet you all."
He took a nice long sip of the piping hot beverage, and it instantly warmed his inside's making him feel better all ready. His fingers touched the side of the smooth porcelain, feeling the heating emanating from it. The fire cackled from the hearth, was making him feel stronger, as he continued to thaw out from the freezing cold rain.
"Hahahhahaha, his moustache tickles Izzy," another voice said. Looking down in the palm of his hand, Luke saw that the little tea-cup had bright brown eyes, smiled warmly at him.
"Oh hello little one, and what is your name?" he asked.
"Max, it's nice to meet you mister?"
"Luician Garroway, but my friends and family call me Luke."
Alec then insisted that hr be transferred to one of the many guest bedrooms, so that he could rest and recuperate. A nasty loud cough erupted from Luke's lungs. They got him settled into a large bedchamber, with some dry clothes for him to change into, complete with a nice warm fire and plenty of books to read if sleep wouldn't come to him.
The royal physician Marcus, immediately came in to check on the poor man. Holding up his stethoscope, he listened to Luke's lungs. He was a small leather-bound book filled with different topic's on medicine.
"Mr. Garroway, I'm afraid that you've come down with a very mild case of pneumonia from being in the rain for so long. But luckily for you, we've managed to catch the nasty infection, and it's treatable. We can kill with some herbal remedies which has antibiotic's to help fight the infection with that, some good chicken broth and rest," the book said.
"You are more than welcome to stay here and rest, for a few days so that you can regain your strength to return home," Magnus replied.
"Yes, I think that would be a good idea," Alec added.
Izzy smiled, "I can ask Hodge to make him some chicken broth now!" She quickly raced out of the room on the tea cart along with Max and Selene at her side.
Luke watched the objects before him, complete strangers whom he'd never met before in his life, were working together to help him regain his health and well-being from being outside in the cold, dark woods foe who knows how long. He was never at all shown kindness such as this back in the village, apart and aside from his wife Jocelyn and Clary. But no one else even bothered to ask about him. It was such a pleasant and nice surprise to be treated with kindness and respect, for the first time in his life.
"Thank you all so much, I truly and honestly appreciate all that you've done for me. I sincerely swear that I will pay you back somehow, all Garroway's keep their words," Luke said shaking Alec, Magnus's, and Marcus's hands firmly. Alec smiled once Luke was situated comfortably in the bed, the three of them left the room. Magnus noticed a shiny golden locket lying on the beside table. It lay open with the picture of a girl inside. She shared a very strong similarity to him, and he guessed that she must be his daughter or maybe a niece.
Alec closed the door, shutting it tightly, as he let a huge sigh of relief escape his lips. He realized the very next thing he was about to do was hence going to be extremely difficult and hard. Jace would not be pleased hearing from him that a complete stranger had been admitted into the castle without his consent, however he knew and felt inside that it was right thing for him to do at the time. He quickly gathered his thoughts for a moment, collecting all the facts about what had just taken place and began walking towards Jace's private chambers which were located in the west wing of the castle.
Standing outside of his brother's door, he regained his composure, and finally mustered enough courage to knock. He heard Jace tell him to enter. Opening the door, he stepped inside and shut it behind him. On the small table near the door, were four large bottles of alcohol. Quickly pouring two glasses of the amber liquid, he picked up the two glasses with his small arms, handing one to Jace who sat on the sofa staring out at the pouring rain, his golden eyes fixated in thought. He looked up to see his best friend coming towards him, and his expression slightly brightened.
Jace Herondale appeared to be about twenty years old, with dirty blonde fur covering all of his body. He had slim, yet muscular build and his face was long and angular, and his lips were full with sharp teeth. His fingers were long, with sharpened black nails. He wore a simple pair of black ripped pants and a black cape. Black horns seemed to be growing out of his forehead.
"Alec, I've told you a thousand times never to bother me unless it's something important. What the hell has happened now?" he asked, taking a sip of the strong liquor which burned the inside of his throat. Alec watched him for a moment, as he tried to come up with the right words to explain the situation.
The black-haired man nodded, "I understand Jace. A man somehow stumbled onto our castle. He's very sick, and running a high fever. Marcus was able to diagnose the poor fellow, and he's currently resting in one of our guest rooms far in the east wing."
Jace's face hardened into that of an angry scowl, but he kept his composure.
"And you expect this to go unpunished? What the fuck? How in the seven hells could you let some dirty, old nasty mutt into the castle? Our home! He will leave this instant. I absolutely refuse to help the sick, old bastard which now resides in our estate! What you've done is unacceptable!" he yelled in hot anger.
"Jace, watch your tonuge The man is sick and needs our help," Magnus said.
The prince rolled his eyes in disgust, "You honestly expect me to believe that? Bloody fucking hell, you all never listen!" He became even more enraged at the smirk which formed on the warlock's face.
"You get that damned smirk from your face warlock, before I wipe it off!" Jace threw a vase against the wall, making it shatter into a million pieces.
"Will you just listen to what we have to say? The man down there has a daughter," Magnus said.
Jace's body immediately relaxed, as his head dropped, "A daughter?" he whispered.
Alec nodded, "Yes, she's back at the small village. Luke told me himself that everyone in his family keeps their promises, so maybe we can use this to our advantage. We let him stay here, to help him regain his strength, and as soon as he's better, send him on his way with some supplies, food, and gold in exchange for her."
The prince sighed, taking another sip of the cold drink in his hand, "Fine, if this little plan of yours will work." His golden eyes flickered to the small rose which was covered with a glass dome, floating in the air. It had all ready started to open up, but hadn't yet reached the blooming stages.
Time was running out.
The following morning was bright and sunny. Sebastian stood in the front of Clary's house by a small little bridge. He pulling back a very small branch, it revealed the red head's house. Mark was crouched beside him, a huge mischievous grin on his face. "Oh man, Clary's gonna be in for the surprise of her life, eh Sebastian?" he asked.
"Of course, Mark. This just so happens to be the day that all her dreams come true," the confident, white-haired shadowhunter said, grinning smugly running his fingers through his neatly combed hair. He let the limb go, and didn't even bother to think as it smacked poor Mark in the head, so hard that his mouth was literally stuffed full of leaves. He walked off towards the small clearing in the back of Clary's house.
The clearing bustled with activity, as some of the townspeople including the baker Jordan, a band, the seamstress Maia, and one of the silent brother's Brother Zachariah were busy getting everything ready and all set up. There was a long table covered with a white cloth, and set with elegant dishes and eating utisnels. Wine glasses decorated the top, along with several bottles of wine.
"A-hem," Sebastian said, clearing his throat, "I would sincerely like to thank you for coming to celebrate this glorious beautiful day which is my wedding. But first thing's first, I gotta go in there and propose to the girl!" he laughed, gesturing his hands towards the small house.
Everyone started laughing, especially all the men, but not Kaelie, Seelie, Camille, and Sonja who were crying their eyes out.
"Now I want to make sure you got everything right. When Clarissa and I come out of that door," Sebastian growled, grabbing Mark by the collar of his shirt, lifting the small boy off the ground.
Mark nodded, "Yeah, yeah, I know, I strike up the band!" he said, his eyes shining with much-needed enthusiasm.
They started playing a rendition of "Here Comes The Bride," but Sebastian wouldn't have it. He took one of the trumpets from a member and knocked over Mark's head.
"Not yet you imbecile!"
"Sorry," Mark said, his voice muffled.
Of course, Sebastian's proposal was a complete utter disaster and backfired on him big time with Clary refusing him. She tossed his sorry ass out and locked the door's behind her. He landed headfirst into a puddle of mud, and vowed that she would be his wife. Waiting until the coast was clear, Clary poked her head outside of the house, her green eyes darting back and forth, before she headed down the steps to the backyard.
The sound of a horse whiny fllled the air. Clary turned around to see Wayfarer galloping towards her. Her green eyes widened with concern, and noticed immediately that her father wasn't with him. As soon as the horse spotted her, he stopped as she caught the reins.
"Wayfarer, where's Father? What's happened? Is he in danger?"
He snorted, as she understood. "You have to take me to him!" Wayfarer quickly motioned for her to get on the saddle. She quickly climbed on top of him, took ahold of the reins before they took off dwon the dirt road, heading into the unknown. Little did she know, her life was about to change. Forever.