Chapter 4: Just, Trust Me

Clary's POV

I opened my eyes to see a world of purple. Magnus' living room is just as colorfully decorated as his fashion style. Most of his furniture looks homemade, like Jace's. His couch is a deep royal purple, while his rug is a light shade of lavender. The walls are dusted with something shiny, almost like glitter, which really makes me wonder. How did he get glitter into this realm? I feel like that would be something very rare to come across in Hiatus.

Magnus asks me my tea preferences, and my mind instantly jumps to my mother. She always had a glass of tea in her hand. I'm no where near a professional tea drinker, but I do know a little something. My options are chamomile, lemongrass or chai…not the biggest variety, but the choice is still clear in my mind.

"I'll take chamomile."

"I figured you'd pick lemongrass, but chamomile is a very soothing option." Magnus left to make the tea, allowing me more time to examine his living room. I've never imagined such a purple room before. You'd think that too much of one color would clash or just look horrifying, but somehow Magnus made it look good. Real good.

I walk around getting familiar with the various shades of purple surrounding me. A coffee table sits in front of the couch and is also a shade of purple. It's darker though, almost like mauve. I wonder what his house must have looked like back in our own realm. I'm sure it wasn't very easy to come across paint or glitter here, but on earth our supplies were unlimited. Judging on his love for purple in this living room, his home back on earth has to have the color somewhere. I feel like Magnus would have made his house as extravagant as possible. He would fill his living room with the highest quality furniture, glitter coating everything. His couch would be full of different kinds of pillows and blankets. I bet he would have a plush rug covering most of the floor. My mind wanders over his room decor and what his kitchen might have looked like, and it isn't too long before Magnus returns to join me on his couch.

"So…you like purple?"

The cups Magnus brought vaguely remind me of that scene from Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory, where Willy drinks from a cup and then proceeds to eat the entire cup. I watch as Magnus sips from his tiny glass teacup, placing it down gently on the mauve coffee table. "It reminds me of home more than any other color."

Home. If I somehow could return to my own realm, would I still have a place in my own house or would my father kill me before I could find out? "Magnus, forgive me if this is not something you like thinking about, but how did you end up here?" I find it very interesting that a warlock could have fallen into limbo. I mean, they conjure up portals, so I would think that warlocks would know every way to avoid getting into this mess.

"It definitely is something I like to keep pushed to the back of my memory, but I don't mind sharing with you. The year was 1878. I was fighting with my girlfriend at that time, Camille Belcourt, and it was a very nasty few of weeks between us. She had left out of nowhere, causing me to be worried out of my mind. You see, I was completely and utterly in love with her. If she asked me to burn down the entire world, I probably would have done it. Camille had a hold on me like nobody ever had before in my life, and she abused that hold many times." Magnus looked down at his hands, taking a sip of tea while he filtered his thoughts.

"I'd been so in love with her, that when she finally returned to me I was too overwhelmed with relief to truly see her. I expected to be angry with her, which would have been greatly justified, but I only felt happy. That only lasted for a brief few days until Camille blatantly told me she was leaving again and that she did not, in fact, love me in any sort of fashion. She took my heart, knowing the hold she had on me, and crushed it. If I wouldn't have been completely in love with her, I think I would have been able to let her go, but I couldn't. After she disappeared for the second time, me being stupid, I went looking for her. I traveled to Peru with a friend, to Paris, New York, and even to London.

"I met a ton of people while searching for her and even tried to be romantically involved with a few of them, but no one could silence my aching heart. Growing tired of the pain and frustration, I grew angry. I became so angry that I conjured up a portal and leaped into it. I hadn't realized what I'd done until it was too late. Until I was stuck in a realm where my magic was weak and there were no showers. It wasn't until I landed in Hiatus, that I realized what I felt for Camille was never the love I'd imagined it to be. It was one sided and more painful than love should be.

"And I've been here ever since." Magnus picked up his glass of chai tea and began sipping.

I sat there, sipping my tea, trying to imagine the best thing to say to him. Growing up I was more like my mother, less emotionally inclined, you could say. Most people's first instinct when comforting someone is to offer a shoulder to lean on, or to be there to listen, but my first instinct when comforting someone is to not. My older brother seldom cried or needed any form of comfort, and my father was as cold as steel when it came to emotions. I think my mother may have wanted the "lean on my shoulder" comfort sometimes, but none of my family was good at that kind of thing, which is why my father built her that secret room. Now as I sit here with Magnus, my hands growing clammy, and my tea cup now empty, I attempt to comfort him in the only way I know.

"We should go destroy something." I look up at Magnus as a gurgling, choking sound comes from his throat.

"You want to what?"

"Oh you know. We could go smash some stuff or set a big tree on fire and watch it burn." I pause to think of more ideas. "Ooo or we could chunk things off a big mountain and watch as they-"

"Can I see your hand for a second?"

"Why do you need my hand?" I ask, still imagining fire and destruction.

"I need to check something."

I thrust my hand out in front of the warlock, wondering what he needs to check up on. Magnus grabs my hand, studying my palm. He runs his fingers over it, eyes closed, like he was trying to search for something.

"Huh. I was sure you would give me an evil vibe, but I'm only getting a good aura from you," he said, clearly surprised at what he'd found.

I look up at him, a hurt expression on my face. "You thought I'd be evil?"

"Clary, you were going off about destruction like it was a normal stroll through the park. I didn't expect someone with a good aura to be so excited about burning things to ash."

I felt my cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. I knew I wasn't evil, but I never considered how my suggestions would look to a stranger. I've just met this man and I'm already trying to convince him to throw things off of mountains for comfort. Still, it is a very fun and effective way to get rid of unwanted emotions. Instead of the "cry on my shoulder" technique, my brother and I used to go fight in the woods, like we were a part of the wild.

One second I'd be facing my brother in the forest, and the next, I'd be completely alone. Tree trunks started to look like people, making it harder for my brother and I to find each other. Actual animals would come out of nowhere making us jump with excitement, motivation to find each other and fight. Sebastian and I could spend hours in there tracking each other, running through the trees, fighting in hand to hand combat. It was our way of letting out the emotions our father had told us we were weak for feeling. Instead of crying or pouting like any normal child, we fought.

"It does sound kinda evil…but trust me Magnus, you're going to feel on top of the world after we chunk some boulders off of a huge cliff," Waiting for his answer, I try to drink more of my tea, but remember I ran out earlier. "Come on if you don't like it we can come back and drink more tea."

After a long moment of silence, Magnus reluctantly agreed to come destroy things with me. I asked him what all he would like to do and this is the list of things he came up with. He decided that first, we would go burn down a giant tree and marvel at the destruction. We would then head to his favorite mountain and send boulders off the edge to meet their timely demise. Finally we would combine fire and gravity, setting something ablaze and throwing it off the mountain to join the boulders.

Jace's POV

"…and then she put her hand into his and they poofed off into god knows what, and now I'm here and we need to go save her." I bend down with my hands on my knees, completely out of breath from my sprint over here and the quick recap I just gave to Isabelle.

"JACE," she screams, while smacking me in the side.

"IZZY."

"How could you let my only girl friend get kidnapped on her first day here?" Izzy asked like this was all my fault. I wasn't even supposed to be following her in the first place, she should be glad we even know this much. "We were gonna have a spa day tomorrow…"

"A spa day?" My mind wanders off on thoughts about face masks and cucumbers, but most importantly to hot tubs.

"Yes," Izzy looked at me like it was obvious they were going to have a spa day tomorrow, "and I still want it to happen, so you need to find my new friend."

"If we get her back in time, and you guys find a hot tub make sure I'm there too…"

"Oh hell no. You are not going to corrupt my sweet new friend."

"I won't even get the chance to corrupt her if we keep talking about this spa nonsense," I wonder if Clary even knew about their supposed spa day, or if it was just something Izzy was going to throw on her last minute. I wouldn't be surprised if it was the latter.

"Did I just hear something about spa nonsense?" Izzy and I turn to find Alec standing in the doorway. He's dressed in his green and brown hunting gear with his bow strapped comfortably to his back.

When the three of us popped into Hiatus, all of our weapons disappeared. Over time, we have tried making our own, and we've even tried to homemake seraph blades. Back in our home realm, the Iron Sisters do all of the weapon making for the rest of the Nephilim. When I was younger, my father taught me a little bit about adamas. It is the strongest metal we know of, that can hold our marks and kill demons effectively. From the little I remember of those lessons, adamas is buried in the ground beneath Idris. So, since this is basically a replica of our home land, we thought there would be adamas underneath us somewhere. Our only problem is that none of us have ever extracted adamas, and wouldn't truly know what adamas looked like underground. Until we do figure that part out, we've been making normal weapons, like Alec's bow.

"Where have you been all day Alec? I made soup earlier and you missed it," Izzy whined at her brother. Alec and Jace exchanged a small glance of horror at the mention of Izzy's "soup", aka. death juice. Thinking of her soup reminded me of her teriyaki, sending shivers under my skin.

"Sorry Iz, I got a little caught up hunting today…I almost had a deer but he slipped past all of my arrows."

"It was a shit day for all of us then." I said, thinking about Clary.

"What was so shitty for you guys?" Alec asked.

Izzy looked down at her feet, sadness creeping up on her face. "Nobody ate any of my soup…"

"Well, for starters," I said, ignoring the soup yet again, "we have a new mission."

"A mission involving…"

"Clary Morgenstern." I began to fill Alec in on the events of today as quickly as I could.

Clary's POV

I tumble over in the grass, consumed in laughter, and surrounded by fire. After Magnus dropped the torch at the edge of the tree's trunk, we both sat back and marveled at the destruction. Eventually, as the fire reached the leaves, Magnus began telling jokes. I don't know if there was something in the air or if his jokes really were that funny.

"T-t-tell another one." His last joke had me laughing so hard I'd started crying.

"Okay this one actually happened to me once in the club. I had been trying to get this guy to come over me the whole time I was there, and finally at the end of the night he came over. I remember my nerves picking up only to listen to him say the worst pick up line I'd heard in my entire 500 years of life."

"What did he say?"

"He looked at me straight in the face, his brown curls falling a little over his gorgeous hazel eyes, and he said 'You look exactly like my future ex-husband'."

"He did NOT!" I clutched my stomach as the giggles returned. We lay there on the grass laughing for what felt like an eternity. It was one of those laughs that was painful in a way. I feel like if you can hang out with someone and end up having painful laughter, then you're doing friendship right.

Once we finally calmed down, we saw that the last of our big tree was finally turning to ash. The orange flames had significantly died down, and we decided it was time for phase two of our destruction plan. As we looked for the right mountain, I told Magnus a little about my life back home. He asked about how I ended up here, but before I could tell him my story, the best possible mountain came into picture.

The mountain was bigger than anything I had been imagining. As I looked over the edge, I saw a couple trees below, each looked as tiny as an ant. The clouds looked close enough to touch. I had to hold back the urge to raise my hands and see if I could. We both found some things, like rock and sticks, that we wanted to chunk off of the mountain, and phase two began.

"Okay so to make this as fun as possible, when you throw your object off the cliff, scream out something that angers you. Trust me, it'll make it better."

Magnus nodded at me, stepping to the edge of the mountain with a nicely sized rock in his hand. He stood there for a second breathing with his eyes closed. His knuckles were clutched so tightly against the rock that they were turning a slight white color. As he began to open his eyes again, he lifted his arm and chunked the rock as hard as he could into the air, screaming "Fuck you Camille" as he did so. When he turned around to look at me, there was a huge grin plastered on his face. "That felt amazing."

I giggled a bit as I stepped closer to the edge of the cliff, glad that my destruction tactics were working for Magnus. Now that it was my turn, I looked over the edge, a handful of small rocks tightly contained within my hand. Memories of my fathers face ran through my head as I released all of the rocks to gravity. I chunked them as hard as I could off the edge. "You're dead to me," falling out of my mouth along with more thoughts of my father. Instantly, I felt a weight taken off of my shoulders and a warmth spread all over me. I turned back to Magnus, who was looking at me with an excited expression.

"Is it time to throw flames off the edge now?"

"Hell yeah it is."

Jace's POV

We ran through the hills, our bodies marked with runes for the first time in years. The feeling of the stele against my skin was different than I remembered it to be, but the sensation of the marks it left behind was overwhelmingly satisfying. When Izzy and I had finished filling Alec in on the seraph blades and who Clary was, he was one hundred percent in on finding her and saving her from this warlock guy, but there was something on his face when I had described the man. It was almost like recognition.

I used the stele and one of Clary's throwing knives to track her with a rune. It brought up an image in my mind of Clary surrounded by flames, with tears falling down her face. I didn't know what he was doing to her, but I knew we needed to get to her fast. Every couple of miles I redid the tracking rune to make sure she hasn't moved. The last place I saw her was on a mountain not too far from our cabin.

The three of us ran in silence, stopping only once for a breather, but other than that it was a constant sprint. I don't know about Alec and Izzy, but we haven't done much training since we've been here and I am really feeling it right now. Is it possible to randomly develop asthma… My mind comes back into focus as I begin to notice landmarks around me. We're close, really close.

Another fifteen minutes pass before Clary and the warlock are both in sight. A mixture of anger and pure relief spread through my limbs. They are near the edge of a huge cliff, which causes my mind to go straight to worry. He better not dangle her off the side of that mountain with a trade, or push her off, or….wait a second are they holding flames… What are they doing?

Clary's POV

Magnus and I handmade two torches out of sticks and leaves from the forest, one for each of us. We decided that it would be more grand if we threw them off the edge at the same time, so we both moved to the edge of the cliff and held our torched flames high in the air. I looked to my right at Magnus and saw the same fiery excitement in his eyes that I felt in my own, and smiled.

"On three?" I asked.

One. Two Three. Our torches were finally launched off the edge, we both screamed out in victory, adrenaline pumping through our veins as we watched the flames meet the earth. A mix of orange shades began to spread through the grass, creating a small pressure in my chest. I realized that small pressure was actually a twinge of fear. A fear that the fire might become uncontrollable. So, I urged Magnus to use his magic to put out our fires, and he reluctantly did so. I do love destruction for emotional release purposes, but I don't wish destruction on anyone or anything.

"Clary," Magnus spoke with curiosity soaking his words, "I do believe we have company."

I glance at Magnus before turning around to find three figures running towards us. The figure on the left is curvy, obviously beautiful, and someone I know, Izzy. The guy in the middle is Jace and the guy on the right is someone I haven't met yet. He must be Alec, Izzy's brother. How did they know Magnus and I were here? My mind goes off wondering why they even came here, and I try to enunciate these wonders, but the only sound that leaves my mouth is, "Jace?"

Everything that happened next was very unexpected. First Jace pulled out my seraph blade yelling, "Back away from the girl, warlock. If you do as we say with ease, then we might just forget your little kidnapping rondevu."

All I could do was watch. I had no clue what Jace was talking about. Magnus is a great guy. I've spent the whole day with him, and I never saw any red flags. I look over at Isabelle, armed with a long metal chain, dressed for a fight. My gaze moved over to Jace again, and as my eyes landed on him, I noticed that he was staring right at me. I'm not sure what it was, but I felt like I couldn't look away. Like if I did I might never see him again, but even with that thought in mind I moved my eyes over to Alec. He was dressed to fight, like Jace and Izzy, but he didn't look ready for a fight. He was armed with a bow, a set of arrows, and an admiring expression on his face. I followed his gaze straight to Magnus, who to my surprise, was staring right back at Alec.

"Jace, please. This is my friend, Magnus. He wouldn't hurt a fl-"

An arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. Heart pounding, I looked up to see a threatened look on Magnus' face and blue sparks coming out of his free hand. As my eyes moved back to my, now tensed friends, Magnus whispered something into my ear. My eyes widened as I let his words register and he began to speak out loud.

"Listen carefully shadowhunters or I'll toss you're beloved Clarissa over the edge. I want Alec Lightwood to come stand in front of me."

"Alec don't. He's a warlock. We can't trust him." Jace's voice came out hard and powerful. I couldn't hear what Alec said back to Jace, but the next thing I knew, he was walking over to stand in front of Magnus and I.

I couldn't see the look on Magnus' face, but I knew he was smiling in victory right now. "Smart move shadowhunter." He paused, letting the suspense of silence sink in before he spoke again. "Now, now everyone. I don't like to fight unless it's the absolute last resort, so please put down your weapons. I'm sure we can talk this out like civilized people."

"Civilized people?" Izzy hadn't spoken this whole time, "You talk like you're being civilized right now, but you're the one holding my friend hostage. I'm pretty sure that's not something a civilized person would do." She was right, but Magnus would only do this if the stakes were high. I barely know him, but I trust him enough to know that he wouldn't hurt me or anyone else for that matter. I don't really understand what this is all about, but I have to go with him. After what he told me…

"My bad, I should have said that we could talk this out like partially civilized people."

Clearly irritated, Jace spoke, "I've had enough of this pointless chit chat." He ran toward us with his blade ready, but before he was even ten feet away Magnus portaled us to his house.

He let go of me immediately after we landed on his couch. I was surprised to see Alec sitting next to me, staring dumbfoundedly at Magnus. Jace and Izzy must still be out there on the mountain. Magnus was pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself with both hands tangled in his hair. As I'm watching him pace, I notice a figure standing behind him that I hadn't seen a second ago. Looking closer, I see brown wavy short hair and realize that it's a boy. He looks to be around my age and if I'm not mistaken, I think he's a vampire. He just has that pale, sexy, undead thing going for him. I turn my thoughts away from the strange vampire guy and tried going back over everything that just happened. For some reason Magnus just kidnapped Alec and I, and he doesn't seem too happy that he did it. I try to imagine reasons why he would need to kidnap us, and there's one thing that I can't get out of my head. The words that Magnus whispered in my ear before everything went down.

I know which warlock portaled you here. Just, trust me.

Estimated Word Count: 4,500

Hello Readers! So, Magnus went rogue and kidnapped Clary and Alec. Why would he do that and does he really know which warlock betrayed Clary? Also, there's a vampire in the midst of all this crazy drama. My guess is that it's either Raphael or Simon. What do you guys think?

Anyways, so I accidentally started releasing a new chapter every 5 days. Lol. It's not going to be a set schedule for much longer, but since it's summer I have a ton of time to write. So, there will most likely be another chapter out on Monday. Have a good week everyone!