I do not own these characters or The Mortal Instruments, though I kinda wish I did. I DO own this particular storyline though.
"Jace..." It was Alec. Again. "Look, will you just eat something?" His voice sounded different, haggard, worn, and strained under the stress of the day. Jace just shook his head and gave Alec one of those famous looks that wordlessly stated if-you-value-your-life-in-the-slightest-then-get-away-from-me-and-don't-come-back (unless you have a death wish).
Alec's shoulders hunched as he unhurriedly walked out of the room. Jace knew Alec was worried about him, but Jace couldn't shake off his own chains of worry to concern himself with Alec right now. Jace had bigger concerns, like saving his sister from the hands of their devilishly insane father and his evil minions that could do God-knows-what to Clary.
The thought of some tough-guy-wanna-be putting his grimy hands on his Clary...he allowed the thought to trail off, leaving in its wake an anger that was undescribable and incredibly epic, even for Jace. A feral growl escaped Jace's lips and his sight clouded over with his rage. A thousand different way's he could hurt, mutilate, torture, incapitate, and dismember the person who dared to put a finger on HIS Clary flashed before his mental eye.
Jace groaned, stopped his involuntarily pacing, and opened the french doors leading out to the balcony with unneeded force, making the panes of glass in the doors shake and rattle from the disturbance. The pure air of Idris accosted Jace's senses yet did nothing to clear his restless mind. He hated this, hated that his sister needed him, yet he was stuck here, waiting. He knew he could leave without the claves permission but they would just drag him back, rendering any progress he made, but he hated feeling like this. He hated feeling worthless, helpless, hopeless. Jace longed to swooped down and protect Clary from the evil clutches that threathened her well being.
The day had been a slow torture for Jace. Maryse and Robert had helped organize an emergency meeting of several of the clave members, explaining to them in strained tones the predicament-that a shadowhunter child has been kidnapped by Valentine. Jace had managed to stay silent throughout the exchange, but with great effort. The room had remained eerily silent after Robert and Maryse had said their piece, as if the clave member's were soaking up the information and looking for wisdom as to how a solution could best be reached. The silence had almost been the undoing of Jace. He wanted action, and he wanted it now but before he could vocalize his protests, one elderly man broke the silence. With his old, raspy voice he had asked, "How do you know that it is Valentine that has taken possession of Clarissa?" Maryse had been the one to answer. "Because of this." And she had held out in her worn, calloused hands a ring. A ring with the Morgenstern coat of arms embellished on the front, as if it was pridefully displaying the fact that Clary had, indeed, been taken under Valentines orders. A gasp of horror had escaped the lips of many of the members present, and then Jace had seen it. Their indecision. At first glance, they, of course, would have sent warriors to retrieve the stolen child and punish the kidnappers. But that was before they knew that Clary had been taken under Valentines orders, before they realized that Clarissa was Valentines daughter. Once that little fact was realized...they weren't near as eager to help get her back.
One whispered voice had stayed with Jace after the meetings parting words. One woman had whispered the words as she whispered heatedly with another as they departed the room in which the meeting was held in. Her words turned Jace's blood cold and made his hope titter on the brink, rang through his head repeatedly, tauntingly. "The last thing the clave wants is to stir things up again with Valentine Morgenstern, and if that means sacrificing one seemingly insignifcant girl...well, then so be it." It had taken all of his self control, and a restraining hand from Sebastion and Alec, not to pummel the unsuspecting woman back to the dust from which she came from.
The meeting had closed hours ago, but it felt like decades for Jace, who now clutched that Morgenstern ring in his left hand as he glared angrily up at the starry night sky of Idris. The Clave was supposed to contact them when the reached their final decision, but Jace had a inkling that he already knew what their decision would be and it did not bode well with him. At. all. If the Clave thought that Johnathan Morgenstern was going to sit back and allow his Clary, the girl that he promised himself he would protect, to be hurt, they were wrong.
Johnathan began to form a plan.
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