"Pretentious quote but in Italian"
-the Divine Comedy
Clary slept in absolute silence. No dreams. No sounds. No ideas. For once in the last twenty four hours, nothing was going on. It was nice.
There was a slight shake. "Clary wake up." Clary instinctively shoved her hand up to snack the person who dared wake her up. She heard a satisfactory smack then rolled back over. "Clary please." Jace asked again.
Clary opened her eyes to see Jace. He was way too close to her face. "Why?"
"A Silent Brother is here."
"But why are you in my room?" Clary grunted.
"Its not your room. It's a random room in the institute." Clary buried herself more.
"But why you?"
Jace softy laughed. "Hodge offered but I thought you would want something nice to look at."
"Then why didn't you get Isabelle? She's way hotter."
Jace looked offended. "Get up. Go to the library." He stormed off.
Clary sighed, sat up, and stretched before falling back down. She managed to crawl herself out, but stayed on the floor for a bit. Clary dug through her bag, thinking how she should have put this away last night.
Clary tried very hard not to think about anything in particular. She didn't want the pain of her mother back so early.
The library was dark. No lights had been turned on. Instead dozens of candles sat everywhere. Hodge sat at his desk. Alec and Isabelle sat deadly still across the room. Jace stood near He entrance. "Finally."
Hodge looked up. "Clary." His voice was horse. "This is Brother Jeremiah."
Jeremiah turned his desk good towards her. This is The child of Jocelyn Fairchild? Clary gasp. The words rang in her head as if they were her own thoughts.
"Yes," Hodge said quickly. "But we believe her father was a mundane."
The blood of the Clave is dominant, said Jeremiah.
"Why would my mother steal The Cup? Then disappear?" Clary asked.
"Clary," Hodge interrupted. He collected himself. "She of all people knew what Valentine intended to do with it. She had to do what she could to stop him."
"I suppose." Clary imagined her mother fleeing under darkness with a giant golden cup. It didn't fit right with her. It felt like something was missing.
"Jocelyn was presumed dead. The Clave, and more importantly, Valentine, wouldn't have known she had it."
The entire bloodline is presumed dead, spoke up Jeremiah.
"Then you guys should really invest in dental records so you can figure out who's dead and not." Clary snapped.
"I need no records to know my father's dead" Jace said. Clary turned to him to apologize, even though she didn't want to.
That is enough, chimed in Brother Jeremiah. There is truth to be learned.
With a quick gesture he put his good down. Clary fought the urge to cry. His head was bald, smooth, and white, like an egg. Where there where once eyes, there was dark indents but not eyes. Lines that seemed Rune like ran over his lips.
The Brothers of the Silent City do not lie, said Jeremiah. If you want truth I shall give it to in return for Truth back.
"I'm not a liar-" Clary felt intense panic crawl over her skin.
The mind does not lie. I wish to see your memories.
"Clary," Hodge sighed. "It is more than possible you have repressed memories. Brother Jeremiah can reach them." He said gently.
Clary presses her eye lids. The thought of having someone rummaging through her eyes scared her. Who knew what was down there? Every private, hidden, forgotten thought.
"Just Leave her alone." Jace demanded.
"I'll do it." Clary opened her eyes. Jeremiah nodded. Then moved towards her with out moving his legs like he was floating. He moved his hands to her face. They were cold and thin. The black ink of runes covered both of them. The runes gave off the aura of forbidden power.
Clary lost feeling in her body. A weight so intense it felt like her soul was being dragged down to hell. However she felt cold. Clary swore her sweat was forming ice sickles on her skin. The pressure in her head only got worse.
Jeremiah released his hands. Clary fell. Isabelle ran over. "Are you okay?" Clary's was drenched in sweat. Her shirt completely soaked. Isabelle helped her up.
There is a block in your mind. Your memories cannot be reached. We will have to go to the Silent City to break the spell.
"A spell? Who would have done that?" Clary was shocked. Clary wanted to lie down but stood up straight.
"I'll go with her" Jace declared. Clary didn't have the energy to decline him.
Outside the institute was even worse for Clary. It was humid and gross. Brother Jeremiah disappeared. "Why is he leaving first?"
"Oh just wait." Jace smirked.
"I would have rather Hodge come." Clary crossed her arms.
"I need helping processing things. Not your 'protection'." Clary smacked herself. "I need to call Simon!" Maybe even text Jonathon too. Simon was probably getting antsy again.
"Why lover boy?" Jace glared.
"Could you at least pretend to respect him? His given us valuable information." Clary pointed out.
"Still. With everything going on you worry about some unsubtle weasel." Jace shook his head.
"I would like some humanity in my life!" Clary's yelled.
"We are humanity." Jace spoke.
"No you're insanity." Clary's said with more decisiveness than ever before. Jace frowned.
Jace stood in the street, trying to hail a cab. Clary hopes he would get hit. He was never going to get a cab in this neighborhood.
A second later a sleek black car pulled up. After a moment Clary said it as what it truly was. A gray Cinderella carriage. Brother Jeremiah sat in front, Holding the reins to two black horses. They snarled and stomped.
"Get in." Jace climbed in first. He grabbed Clary's arm and dragged her into the carriage. "A personal escort to the City of Bones is nothing to turn away."
"You could have given me a minute!" The carriage blasted off. Clary barely managed to sit. The carriage traveled impossibly fast. Clary watched in fascination as it phased through cars like wind. She knew Jace was laughing at her interest. "I can't believe no one notices."
"You can see through the glamor now. With time you'll see more that you never noticed." Jace said.
The carriage came to a sudden halt. They arrived at a graveyard. Clary has never seen this one before. She thought all graveyards had been destroyed in New York decades ago. Jace got out and Clary followed. There are many entrances to the City of Bones. All graveyards are pathways. Said Brother Jeremiah.
The graveyard was looked like it had been abandoned for quite some time. A statue of Henry Clay sat tall and proud. Although it was starting to fall apart. The hands and clothing tips were cracked and falling off. Clary stared at it until the statue changed to that of an angel. It's wings spread out into the sky, ready to fly off. At the base it said, "The Decent into Hell is Easy"
"What a cheery motto." Clary muttered.
"The Blackblood's motto is 'Die with honor or shame'." Jace said.
All mottos exist for a reason. Jeremiah spoke. The Clave's is simply a giving a warning.
Clary briefly wondered if the words, 'If I cannot raise hell, I will raise Hell' was also a family motto. It didn't seem to be something her mother lived by. The only thing Clary could think of was that she raised hell for Valentine. She briefly wondered what hell she was destined to raise.
Brother Jeremiah opened a stone vault. A horrible shriek sounded as the stone scraped stone. Jace didn't flinch. It was dark inside, just like the library. Torches lined the wall. Every ten feet there was a a glowing white column. It was carved with runes.
The ashes of fallen Shadowhunters are made into pillars to protect us. Jeremiah read Clary's mind.
"Is there no rest for the restless?" Clary's asked. The thought disturbed her.
"A Shadowhunter is born to fight." Jace said confidently.
"No one is born to do anything. You chose to do everything in life." Clary said back. Jace ignored her.
We must go down to the lower levels. Jeremiah announced. He led them down along thin stair case. Clary walked with her hands on both walls. She never hit a spider or crack. The walls were pristine and silent.
Brother Jeremiah continued to lead them into darkness. Until they arrived in a circular room. The walls had more torches here. Seven Silent Brothers sat a thrones. Clary could only barely make them out. Clarissa Fairchild. Brother Jeremiah introduced her.
Immediately Clary lost the ability to see. She could feel them digging through her head. Clary began seeing herself as a child. Playing in the bushes. A small punk faerie burst out and bit her in the arm. Clary swatted at it until it ran away. Then everything faded to black. Clary felt like she was fading away, until something snapped within her. Clary gasped as the name, MAGNUS BANE, appeared in her mind.
Clary opened her eyes and was surprised to find that she was still standing. Jace ran over to her regardless. "Magnus Bane?" Clary asked. "What is that supposed to mean?"
The name of the spell caster. We Connor break it. See the warlock. With that Clary knew they were dismissed.
Out in the Graveyard, Jace called Alec and then lead Clary to a restaurant. "Taki's?"
"I'm hungry and we have things to discuss." Jace said straightforwardly. "Magnus is the Highwarlock of The area." They walked into the restaurant. Clary was greeted to the sight of people eating raw meat, and beautiful things eating strange things. Jace sat them down a table.
Alec walked in soon after. He glared at Clary before sitting down. "How did it go?" Alec asked.
"Well, we know who did it."
A pretty blonde girl appeared by their booth. She seemed normal until Clary realized her eyes were pure blue, no pupil or white. She handed us all menus and left.
Clary looked at the menu. The first page was meats, the next delicate desserts, then blood types. "Human food is on the back." Jace turned over her menu. Clary found some nice looking pasta.
"Hey Jace do you remember-" Alec launched into a long story full of strange names and foreign places. Alec seemed so at ease. While Jace looked bored and distracted.
Isabelle walked in. She wore a short red dress and stripper boots. Clary tried not to stare. "So? What's going on?"
"We need to find Magnus Bane." Jace said, watching the waitress.
"SHH!" Alec hushed.
"What?"
"You really wanna go around broadcasting that?" Alec snapped.
"Bane? Bane? Why does that sound familiar?" Isabelle asked herself.
The waitress came back and smiled at Jace. "What can I get ya?"
"The normal."
"Same." Alec said.
"Ill take a honey flower smoothy."
Clay paused. "I'll take the spaghetti." Clary's was starting to realize how hungry she was.
"Their smoothies are divine!" Isabelle said. She dug through her purse looking for something. Isabelle pulled out a cream letter with a gold border.
"Oh the Angel." Alec said.
Isabelle walked him with the letter. "This is our key. I got it last week. I knew 'Magnus Bane' sounded familiar." She handed it to Jace. "It's not till 10 though."
Sorry for long wait times. Schools back again and I work now. On the bright side I know where this is going now. Just gotta get there first