Somethingfunky happened with this chapter, but hopefully it's all good now.
Alec POV
Twelve years ago.
"Hello?" It was mid-July and Alec was seated outside in his garden, the humid air damp on his pale skin. He had his cool phone pressed to he's ear. Who would it be now? A heartbroken vampire. A young werewolf worried about their newfound abilities. A faerie craving beauty. The possibilities are endless.
"Hello, this is Asmond Darkearth, head of the New York institute."
"Yes, I know who you are." The warlock replied. A Shadowhunter, interesting.
"Good, well we require a portal at the institute."
"When?"
"Right now, if possible" came the reply.Like I have any choice he thought darkly.
"I'll be right there."
"Thank you," came the reply, the phone beeped, signaling the end of the call.What a shame, I'll have to abandon this lovely drink. On second thought, I'll bring it along.
He portaled outside of the institute and found waiting for him Asmond Darkearth and some other adults that Alec could not place.
"High warlock. Thank you for coming."
"Alec is fine thank you. So what's the destination of the portal?"
"Idris, Alicante." Surprise surprise. The warlock nodded and set to work. He spread his arms wide and watched as a ball of electricity formed between his palms. He stopped short when he heard a noise behind him. He turned around to see a boy, around ten, standing in front of him, staring at his awestruck. The kid was adorable, with soft black hair and golden green eyes showing Asian decent.
"Hello there little one. Never seen a warlock before?"
"I'm not little, see." the boy stood on his tip toes. "See, I'm an adult." Alec smiled sweetly at the cute little, sorry, big kid.
"I beg your pardon, of course you are. See, you're almost as tall as me" Alec said, tilting his arm so that his palm was over the boy's head and hid elbow reached his own. The boy beamed in return.
"Magnus, go inside. This is adult business." The boy, Magnus, pouted. He looked like he was about the retort, then thought better of it and turned around, slowly trotting back inside.
"I apologies. My son is very... blunt."
"Its fine, I assure you.
He never did forget that boy though.