I decided to write a bit more so I thought I can publish a second chapter today. I would like to give special shoutouts to those writers who have been supporting me in this and my previous stories. The first writer I want to shoutout is UndeadJulie. Her story is awesome and you can check it out at her profile. I will be giving thee other shoutouts in my coming chapters. Hope you like this!
Chapter 6
I awoke the next day to the sound of birds chirping and Will lying next to me. "What are you doing here?" I mumbled groggily as I shifted in my nest of blankets. Will pulled off my blankets and threw them on the floor, grinning. "Come on. Dom's here to bring us weapons shopping," he said in my ear and that made me buck up from the bed. I loved weapons shopping and hardly got a chance to go to an actual weapons store to buy weapons. "Where are we going?" I asked as I stepped into the shower and Will waited outside. "Diana Wayburn's shop. Its the best in the city," he said and I quickly dressed in jeans and a jumper. I hope Shadowhunters didn't mind mundane fashion here.
We went downstairs where Dom was waiting for us, breakfast set on the table. "You cooked?" I asked and he shrugged. "I live alone. Food doesn't appear out of thin air," he said and we quickly swallowed the food. Soon, we were back on the street, the cool air beating our faces. It was not too hot and not too cold here but still cold enough for me to wear a jumper. We headed to the city square and soon we reached a shop with a sign in the shape of an arrow, swaying in the breeze. A small bell tinkled as we entered, the door closing behind us with a soft click. When we stepped inside, my jaw dropped.
The shop was beautiful, weapons of all kinds arrange neatly in rows on the walls. Maces hung from the wall, daggers were on display in a glass casing, bows and arrows were set on the walls. I dived to the daggers section and examined a beautiful keris. "You know, I was thinking of you getting a long range weapon," Dom said as he examined the bows. I walked over to him and gazed at the display. They were beautiful, their wood shining in the light. I picked one from its hook and balanced it in my hand. It balanced perfectly on my palm.
Will walked over and gazed at the bow in my hand. "You should really try out a long range weapon," he said just as a lady appeared behind us. "That's one of the best bows we have. Ordered all the way from Germany," she said a I twirled it in my hands. "I guess I can give it a try, but I don't have any money," I said but Dom put up his hand. "Don't worry. I'll pay for it," he said as he took the bow from me. He placed it on the counter and gave the woman some money. He also took a set of arrows and a quiver.
The woman engraved my name onto the bow and handed my new weapons to me. "Would you like anything, Will?" Dom asked and Will shrugged. "No. I'll stick to my own weapons," he said as we exited the shop. "Thanks, Dom," I said as we walked down the street. "No problem. Consider it your birthday gift. Or haven't you forgot?" he asked and I almost laughed. In all this chaos, I had forgotten today was my birthday. "So how are you going to celebrate it?" Dom asked as we walked past the shops. "I was thinking of trying out my new bow," I said. "I can teach you," Will said.
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We stood in the training room, my bow in my hand. I released an arrow and it stuck slightly out of the target on the wall. "By the angel," I groaned as I took another arrow from my quiver. We had been at it all day and I still couldn't manage to hit the target. "Here," Will said and he circled his arm around me, guiding my arms. I felt my heart flutter with his touch as he re-positioned my arms. "Here, hold it like this. You take aim and release it," he said, whispering into my ear. He released my hand and the arrow flew, sticking in the center.
After a few tries, I had gotten the hang of it. I gave it to Will and at down, watching him shoot arrows. "You're good at it so why did you choose the crossbow?" I asked as he fired. "My father used the crossbow and I find it an elegant weapon. Not so different from using a bow though," he said as he released another arrow. It vibrated as it stuck fast into the wall. He walked over and yanked it out, sliding it back into the quiver. We headed back upstairs and threw ourselves on the cushions.
The sun had started to go down outside and we sat by the fire, its warmth tickling our toes. "I love Idris. It seems so peaceful," I said and Will smiled. "Yeah. My parents used to bring me here when I was younger," he said and his fingers hovered over mine. My heart fluttered with his touch. "Why didn't you ever asked me to be your parabatai?" I asked. When we were younger, I always thought that we might become parabatai but he never mentioned it.
"I didn't want us to be bound together. If we were parabatai, I couldn't love you the way I love you now," he said and my heart skipped a beat. "You're in love with me?" I asked and he swallowed. He grabbed my hands and stared deep into my eyes. "I loved you since we were twelve but I was afraid that you didn't feel the same way with me," he admitted and I tried not to blush. "I always thought that maybe one day you will find the right guy. I never thought myself to be worthy of you. You're strong, smart and so brave. I love you, Diana Whitescar, I will always love you," he whispered and I felt a tear trickle down my cheek.
"You're my best friend. I always loved you," I said and he stroked my face. "I remembered a saying my father used to say. The rune to mend a broken heart is the most painful one. I don't care if you don't feel the same way for me. I will always love you and if anything happened to you I would rather die than live without you. There isn't a life for me without you in it," he said. Without warning, he took me into his arms and he kissed me.
I was drowned by the kiss, memories washing up from when we were younger. I remembered when we were children, playing sword-fight. I remembered the day we got our first runes and he had held my hand as the stele burned the Mark onto my skin. I remembered the days when we went to the bookstore, reading to our hearts content and talking about them the whole day afterwards. I remembered our missions, Will with his crossbow always there to protect me. Will, with all his imperfection, he was beautiful.
I rucked up his shirt and he growled. He pulled my jacket off as we laid down on the cushions. I threw his shirt over his head, feeling his muscles underneath. He nipped my mouth and I groaned. He tried to pull my shirt off but I stopped him. "No. Not now. Later if my father walks in..." I started to say but he hushed me. "No he won't," he grinned just as we heard the shattering of glass. We bucked up, Will pulling his shirt on just as the window shattered. We heard a scream coming from the street as a demon entered the house.
"It's impossible! They can't enter Alicante," Will said as the demon crawled towards us. He snatched up his seraph blade and yelled, "Jovel!" The blade lit up like a blazing star as he jumped onto the demon, sinking the blade into it. Inchor gushed out from it, spraying onto the cushions. They slowly started to dissolve. I snatched up my bow and notched an arrow into it. I took aim and let it fly.
It sank into its forehead and the demon roared, collapsing. Will rolled off, panting as I helped him up. The demon slowly folded onto itself and disappeared. "So much for a nice birthday," I said as we jumped out of the window. I had grabbed my gear jacket and pulled it on while Will had snatched his crossbow and seraph blades. We saw a girl running down the street, followed by a figure with waving black hair. "Isabelle!" Will shouted as he tried to catch up with her. As we ran, we saw the scene below us.
The city was in flames, people running about in terror. Black shapes slunk in the streets, devouring people in their path. "By the angel," Will said and I bit back a scream. The demon towers had lost their glow, scattered around like dead trees. The wards guarding Alicante for a thousand years had been destroyed.