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GO GOLDEN PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
"Um, Magnus, could you get up?" Jace asked the warlock. He stood up immediately, apologizing.
"Okay, maybe that was a bit of an overreaction, but oh my God..." Magnus whispered.
"Would you mind filling us in?" Robert said.
"Well, this may come as a shocker to all of you but....Jace and Clary.....are.....The Golden Family."
"WAIT. Wait, wait. You mean to tell me, that we are the royal family of Idris?" I Clary said loudly.
Magnus merely nodded.
"But how can that be?! I'm not even half way as good as any of you are!! And if we're a Golden FAMILY that means that we need another person."
Everyone's eyes shifted to the picture, showing the man and woman....and the baby.
"So....." Clary whispered.
"Yes, Clary. You and Jace will have a baby."
Clary's eyes immediately drifted to Jace, and he was white as bone. Then he turned green....then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out, right there in the kitchen. Clary gasped and ran to him, shaking him a bit, seeing if he would wake up. He didn't.
"Is he gonna be okay?" She asked Magnus.
"Of course he will. It's shock. He just found out that he's the ruler of a place he's loved his entire life and will rule the city with the love of his life and their child. I think that's enough to make a man pass out."
Clary had forgotten all about the ruling part. How she possibly be the ruler of a beautiful place like Idris? How could she have a BABY? How was she one of the best Shadowhunters of all time and didn't even know the name of every demon? There was no way she could be one of the people in that sketch. Maybe there was another reason that her and Jace's hands glowed like that when they touched it. But...another reason is very unlikely.
"I thought these people disappeared years ago? Vanished into nowhere?" Clary asked.
"Maybe they were re-born." Magnus suggested.
"But who—who would be that special to have passed all of that on to us?"
"Stephen Herondale. Imogen Herondale. Imogen's mother or father and so on. Valentine. His parents, his grandparents..." Robert murmured.
"But—Valentine was evil."
"Not everyone thought so back then. They all thought he was genius. His intelligence was incredible with how he experimented on you and Jace. Everyone loved him, and would have placed him on the highest pedestal. They almost did....until the Uprising, as I said before. He and his parents and grandparents could have very well been the past Golden family. These could be his great grandparents here."
"We don't know, though. How would we find out?"
"May I interrupt?" Alec said. The entire conversation he had stayed quiet. Clary had forgotten that he was there.
"Yes, Alec, dear?" Magnus said.
"What if...what if they hid themselves and their people inside of this sketch itself? What if they found Clary and used her mind to draw out where they were? If they were hidden in the picture like Jocelyn did with the Mortal Cup?"
Everyone in the room, Clary, Magnus, Robert, Maryse, Isabelle....they all stared at Alec.
"What?" he asked.
"My son is a genius." Maryse whispered. A bright smile came over Alec's face and he flushed a little.
"Oh—uh--well-- I wouldn't say genius but--"
"Alec that is an INCREDIBLE idea!" Clary squealed. She immediately began to think of the rune. Remember what it looked like, the shapes, the curlicues, everything. Of course she remembered it exactly. She never forgot her runes.
"Should I draw it on the sketch?" She asked no one in particular.
"Yes, that would be right." Robert said.
She took a pencil from the table and began drawing. She made sure not to cover the people's faces. They smiled wider as she got nearer and nearer to completing the rune. When she was done, the entire picture was glowing.
"Should I wait for Jace, or..."
"Let his mind comfort itself. He most likely won't appreciate you going without him, but there's no time to waste. If they sent a message through you, they apparently want or need something. Go." Maryse said.
Clary nodded and stuck her hand in the picture. It felt funny at first, like last time. Then suddenly a hand was pulling her all the way into the sketch and she was in a different world.
(Awesome Invisible Line!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Clary screamed as the hand pulled her in. When she was completely inside the photo, the hand that was gripping her suddenly let go, and flew to her mouth.
"Shh, child! By the Angel you'll wake up everyone in the neighborhood!" Clary's eyes shot open and they stared at the woman holding her mouth. It was the woman from the sketch. She was even more beautiful in person than a picture could ever describe.
"Are you settled, now?" She asked her. Clary nodded, still staring at the woman.
"Good. Now....Welcome." She gestured around her at the city filled with nothing but Gold. Everything was Gold, from the bushes, to the houses, to even the fire hydrants.
"Where am I?" Clary whispered. The woman laughed.
"Silly girl. You are in Idris. Where else would you be? You're in our secret part of the city. The one we made disappear into oblivion. Thank Heavens I sent that message to you, or you'd never have found out your true potential."
"What true potential?"
"Questions later. I speak now. First off, I am Lizbeth Hemingway. You are Clarissa Morgentstern, and Jonathon Christopher Herondale should be here...."
"He's um....N/A right now."
"Why? Has something happened?"
"No, he just got a little shocked and passed out is all."
"Oh. Very well. Let's go to my house, where me and my husband can explain everything to you, in detail."
"Who's your husband?"
"Oh his name is William."
"In the picture you had a child...."
"Questions later, Clarissa. But his name is Stephen."
That name caught Clary off guard, but she remained her cool. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of royalty.
They walked down a Golden paved street, passed tons of huge houses. They all looked to have about four floors AND a basement. It was so much more than her picture lead her to believe. It was amazing to Clary that an entire city could be made of nothing but Gold. But is it real? She thought. Of course it was real. This was the richest part of Idris. There was no need for fake Gold.
They stopped in front of an even larger house. About six floors, with paned windows and trees and bushes shaped into strange, abstract forms. The door itself looked to cost about a million dollars to Clary.
Lizbeth turned back to her and smiled, then turned back and walked up the marble stairway to the front door.
"The ice is horrid in the winter." Lizbeth commented about the steps.
"I can only imagine." Clary muttered.
"Maybe you won't have to only imagine."
"What do you mean?"
"Questions later, Clarissa!" Lizbeth said brightly.
They walked inside and it was everything Clary could have imagined and more. It simply too beautiful to put into words. Clary could find none to match the delicacy, the exquisiteness, of the home. It made Clary feel as if she shouldn't be there. As if she were intruding in someone's home.
"Oh, William darling?" Lizbeth called up the stairway.
"Yes, my love?" He answered, descending. He looked like an early world version of Jace. The resemblance almost knocked Clary off of her feet.
"We have finally had the pleasure of meeting the infamous Clarissa Morgenstern."
"Alas, where is the boy, Jonathon Herondale? He is whom we seek most."
Clary immediately wanted to retort a smart comment back. Well if he's the one you want so much, send me back and I'll bring him instead, She thought.
"We need them both equally, dear. They both need to be present."
"Then why is she alone?"
"Because the boy has suffered from shock, and is unconscious, love."
"Hm. How fitting."
Lizbeth laughed a twinkling laugh and kissed her husband on the cheek.
"Where is Stephen, love?"
"Susanna has him in the bath."
Clary's mouth quickly opened, but she thought better of asking her question and closed it.
"Splendid. Shall we fill this child with knowledge before she combusts of unasked questions?"
"As you insist, dearest."
The couple lead Clary off into an enormous room that looked as if it were used for conferences. There were tall chairs with clothed seats, that looked like they were made from the finest fabric. Of course everything was also Gold.
"Have a seat ,dear." Lizbeth told her. She slowly sat down in a chair nearest to the door.
"We've much to explain."
"Can I ask questions now?" Clary asked.
"You just did, dear!" Lizbeth laughed. "But sure. Go on."
"Who is Susanna?"
"She is one our dearest friends. She always offers to help with Stephen. Susanna Morgenstern has got to be the kindest person I've ever met."
When Clary heard that name, she almost choked.
"Morgenstern?" She repeated.
"Yes. She's one of your great-great-great grandmothers, Clarissa."
Clary heard the breath leave her in a gasp. She couldn't believe that the Morgensterns and the Hemingways were friends. This threw Clary completely off.
"Now, for the difficult part."
Clary immediately shifted in her seat, getting comfortable for the news she was about to receive. She knew it would be hard to take, so she prepared herself.
"First off, why we no longer exist...." Lizbeth got a far off look on her face, as if she were drifting into a memory.
"We were so famous, yet humble. So loved by everyone, yet never said a bad word about anyone. None of my family. Not William, not Susanna, not any of us that lived in our paradise of Gold. We weren't hostile folk. We'd never hurt a fly. But lo, someone wanted to harm us. In such a volatile, hateful, putrid way, that we had to remove ourselves from the beautiful city of Idris. Now remember, we are the most powerful Shadowhunters that ever lived. We can do such mysterious things, that we could shove a venom spitting python down your throat and you wouldn't know what was happening. We had exclusive power. Strength. Who wouldn't be jealous enough to attempt to destroy the beauties that the Angel Raziel made himself? Because of this awful repugnance, we had to take ourselves off of the map. It was very difficult, believe me. Leaving all those who didn't live in our part of town behind to suffer for themselves. It was horrible. But it had to be done. We used a warlock friend of ours, to place a spell on us so that we would disappear into the abyss, only to be founded by those who hold the key of Idris itself in their very hands."
"D-Do you mean.....Magnus??? Magnus placed the spell on your city?"
"Yes. Magnus Bane is very dear to us. At the time he was mere adolescent, nineteen years old. As soon as he'd cast the spell, he stopped aging, for it used too much of his strength and power, forcing him into permanent youth. He was rather happy about also"
"B-but he said he didn't know anything about you...."
"Magnus can be quite the trickster. He has fooled us himself, many times." William said.
"Yes, yes indeed. I hear he's with a Lightwood now? Alexander, is it?"
"Yes, he's with him. They're very happy together."
"I'm sure he is. Magnus has always been a very...." Lizbeth pursed her lips, searching for the right word.
"Coruscating?" William suggested.
"Yes! Coruscating young man. Surely Alexander matches his personality?"
"Um, Alec is quite the opposite, actually." Clary explained. Alec was hardcore, tough-looking on the outside, but on the inside he was as gentle and soft as sheep's fur. Magnus on the other hand, looked soft and cuddly on the outside, but had a rough inside, with a little bit of sass.
"Really? Well maybe he evens him out then. Back to the story." Lizbeth cleared her throat.
"Manugs made us oblivious, only to be revealed by the ones who are destined to have the same power as we do."
William smiled and grasped Lizbeth's hand, looking quite smug.
"Which would be you, Clarissa. You and Jonathon Christopher. You two shall rule the city of Idris as we once did, and prosper. Back then, even with our amazing powers, like with the python, as I explained, creating new runes is something no one could have ever thought of in any brain cell inside of their cranium. You and Jonathon are different. Advanced. Destined for power and good deed doing. Your powers have accelerated anything even we could have thought of. Therefor, the three of you will have a greater chance at survival. Valentine Morgenstern, is dead. Thank Heaven for that. He can no longer taint perfectly good air with his toxic carbon dioxide. You above and beyond anything Idris could ever look or hope for, and now that the city is rid of Valentine and all Morgensterns, it can thrive and live up to it's proper potential. All because of the three of you.."
"Why do you keep saying the three of you? It's only me and Jace."
"Yes, but there will another added to the Angel's bloodline, lest you forget? A child, made from the deepest, most passionate of loves--"
"Okay, Lizbeth darling, don't scare the poor child with such repulsive images."
"Well of course it wouldn't be repulsive, dear! They were made for each other! A matter of love and love only. Love doesn't have a brain, oh close one."
"Yes, and wouldn't be the one to know it."
"Um, excuse me, but how exactly did me and Jace become....become these super special people you're talking about??" Clary asked, ignoring all of their remarks about what Jace and Clary were destined to do.
"Well it was passed onto you, of course, dear." Lizbeth answered.
"Passed on?"
"Yes, well it skipped about..." Lizbeth counted in her head. Counting down the generations to Clary and Jace.
"About 100 generations, but you get the idea."
"So...." Clary muttered, still confused.
"We are Jonathon's ancestors. Valentine might not have tampered with our blood, but he had to have gotten it from somewhere."
"What do you mean?!" Clary exclaimed.
"I mean, he got it from one of us, not the Angel himself. No one, not even he could slice a section of the Angel's skin and take the blood. He would immediately die if he even got close enough to do so. The Angel knows when he's being threatened."
"So he got it from one of Jace's ancestors?"
"Yes, dear."
"But how if you were in the abyss?"
"He got it before we went into the abyss. He's actually the reason we did."
"How old is Valentine?"
"Valentine WAS about 400 years old, when he'd died. He may have lied and told others that he has not lived that long, but he has. He has seen great things. Susanna, his mother, was a close friend of ours, but he used her to get close enough to us to try to hurt us. He almost got close enough, but ended up killing his own mother instead."
"Then why is she here now?"
"Because, sweetheart. We are the most skilled Shadowhunters the world has ever known. We can bring back the dead."
Clary could think of no one but Max once Lizbeth had said that.
"Can I do it?" She almost yelled.
"Well, I'm sure you could with a rune. But don't relive too many people. Then everyone who had ever died would be coming back to life and the circle of life would cease to exist, thanks to you."
"Ok well can I go now?"
"You wish to leave so soon? You don't even want to stay for dinner?"
"I'm sorry, but no, I can't. I have much to tell the others."
"Oh, dear, that's been taken care of. They are all listening in on this conversation. The whole thing actually." Lizbeth pointed upward and Clary saw all of her family, everyone from the Institute (including Jace) staring down at her and Lizbeth, in shock. Magnus looked a little frightened.
"You have explaining to do, Magnus Bane!" Lizbeth shouted up at him. He sheepishly back away from the sketch that he was looking through at Clary and Lizbeth. Lizbeth sighed.
"Well if you really must go. Come back and visit! I'm sure Stephen would love to meet you!"
"Okay, I will. But how do I get out here?"
"Just have one of them reach in and pull you out."
"They do that?"
"As long as your in here, of course they can."
"Thank you so much, Lizbeth." Clary said hugging her great-great-whatever-grandmother-in law.
"Anytime dear."
"In the future, Clarissa." William said, shaking her hand. She smiled at him, and Jace reached his hand to pull her out. Of course Clary could see each and every resemblance of William in Jace.