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Chapter 8 : Unconscious
Clary tries successfully to open her eyes, but shut them quickly when she started to recognize the feelings spreading throughout her body. Her throat was dry and her limbs felt stiff when she tried to stretch. There were voices but they sounded as if they were in the background of a television show, fuzzy and out of focus. She thought someone was shouting far away but couldn't be sure. Her entire body felt numb, though she could still feel the pain throughout her entire body. She has the same feeling she had after her wisdom teeth removal when the anesthesia was wearing off. Was she drugged?
As panic threatened to take her over, she tried to open her eyes again, this time more slowly. The room was filled with a bright light and the white walls allowed for the light to reflect, appearing brighter than it was. She wasn't in her room, so where was she ?
She looked down at her blanket clad body. Someone had placed a blue blanket over her at some point, but at this point it was useless. Clary threw it on the ground to discover she was wearing a hospital gown. Her confusion was clearing up as the prior events are coming back to her. She remembered what happened. The ritual, the awful pain, but then what?
At the moment her feet touched the ground, cold shivers ran down her spine. She was barefoot and the tiles were terribly cold. Moving slowly, both to stay quiet and to ease her pain, Clary moved towards the white door to her right and put her small, delicate hand on the doorknob. As she was about to turn it, the voices she heard a few seconds before began getting louder.
"What were you thinking!? I can't believe you were so reckless, Maryse! This is a disaster. It's been two days! Two whole days since she fell into whatever kind of coma this is. She... If anything happens to her, I swear it on the angel, you and the warlocks will face terrible consequences." Luke shouted. Though Clary was happy to both hear Luke and hear that he wasn't happy about this situation either, she was scared. Clary had never heard that tone of voice from Luke before, and she hadn't realized she was out so long. He was obviously worried and upset.
I need to see him right now, he is worried sick. Clary thought, immediately feeling guilty and responsible for the state he was in. But another voice answered to him so Clary stayed behind the door in order to hear the conversation.
"I know." The voice replied, somewhat soothingly. "I am so sorry, Luke. There is not enough words in the universe that could make it up to you. I should have waited for you to be with Clary during the ritual…" Someone answered quietly, Clary assumed it was Maryse, but couldn't tell through the thick door.
"Yes, exactly! Why did you even start without me?" he roared. "You know perfectly well who I am to Clary..." This comment confused Clary for a moment but she recovered quickly, pressing her ear to the door to try and hear what came next better. "That's why I don't understand how you could do this!" Luke replied with a broken voice. Clary felt her heart break for the man she's seen as a father figure for most of her life.
"I didn't want to." The woman sighed. "The warlocks burnt the juniper branches, and their effect stops after twenty minutes so they had to start the ritual very fast. If the effect wore off, than Clary could have been in danger." Maryse told Luke.
"What are you saying Maryse? That doesn't make any sense and it is one sad excuse. The juniper branches are used to purify a place before doing a ritual ! The effect doesn't wear off after a few minutes. The place stays pure for at least a week." Luke answered irritated. Clary could only imagine the look Luke was giving Maryse and smirked to herself.
"Well, this juniper branches were not the usual kind!" Maryse half yelled, exasperated. "They come from the hidden Pretmage hill of the Brocelind forest of Idris. They have the ability to purify a place like you know, but they also create an invisible dome that protects a place, no one can localize the people under this dome. The warlocks and I supposed that at the moment her powers were unlocked, they would try to localize her. She was under the radar when her powers were blocked, but now…" Maryse said very quietly, she was actually whispering. Clary pushed her ear harder against the door, straining to hear the rest.
"Oh…"Luke replied quietly. "Now I understand…but I still think I should of been there, you know."
Their conversation was getting quieter and quieter, though Clary couldn't figure out why. Did they notice that Clary was listening? The girl was still standing in front of the white door, sticking her ear so hard on the door that she was almost part of it now. Still, no sound came out. The noiselessness was unbearable and she turned the knob expecting to see Luke and Maryse but no one was standing there. The emptiness of the corridor only gave her more to worry about. Did she hallucinated the entire conversation?
She ran down the corridor, red curly hair locks dangling on her face. But after only 350 feet, she was out of breath. She stopped at the end of the corridor, noticing the stone archway that she was standing in front of. It meant she was definitely in the institute. Clary took a few steps forward to be at the top of a spiral staircase, but she could sense that something was different. It was clearly not the same staircase she took the first time with Luke to get into the Institute, because this one was too rough, dark and narrow. She was in a unvisited part of the Institute.
She went down the stairs until she saw an opening. She might have descended 4 or 5 levels but couldn't be sure. Finally reaching the opening to exit, she walked down a familiar corridor. This is where Maryse and her started their visit on Clary's first day. The redhead tries to remember something that could help her find Luke.
An invisible light bulb lits up above Clary's head. He must be in the great hall, she thought. Where the ritual happened! Her legs started moving quicker and now she was running down the corridor. She barged in a couple of rooms before finding the great hall. Her weak arms pushed the doors open and she was more aware of how weak her body was, her legs were barely keeping her up, but adrenaline kept her going. Two people immediately turned around to look at her. She had found them.
"L-Luke" Clary managed to blurt, desperately, while stretching her arms towards him. He ran in her direction and hugged her so fondly he was now picking her up off the floor. It was a good thing too, because Clary doubted she had enough strength in her body to keep her standing.
"Ohh kiddo, you got me worried sick, I didn't know if you would..." his voice quivered and he held Clary tighter as if to make sure she was there.
"I am so sorry, the ritual was just a lot for me to handle I guess." Clary said. Luke helped her sit on a chair. The great hall looked usual, all the tables and chairs were placed where they were supposed to be as if the ritual never happened. Clary remembered that she heard their conversation.
"Where were you 5 or 10 minutes ago?" She asked hoping to get a logical answer.
Luke looked at her oddly for a few seconds then answered " I was here with Maryse, it's been more than a hour actually, I even had a meeting".
How was she able to hear their conversation while she was 5 floors above them? Clary was more confused than ever. Were hallucinations a side effect of the ritual? The redhead decided to keep this for herself, unsure if it was a reliable fact, she wasn't sure if it really happened. Maybe it was the doing of her imagination added up with the drugs used on her while she was unconscious.
The doors swung open and the warlocks came barging in, all ten of them looking relieved to see Clary.
"Look at this cutie pie, awake and ready to be a shadowhunter !" Magnus exclaimed while throwing red sparkles in her direction.
"Can you explain to me why the ritual was so painful ?" Clary asked half angry, though also half curious.
Magnus looked at the warlocks next to him, Lulach Dell and Ragnor Fell, he didn't say a word, it looked like he was asking them what to answer to Clary's question.
"Well dearie, we don't know why… This was the first time in history we used this spell, so of course it was unpredictable. I am truly sorry for what you had to go through. While you were unconscious, we gave you some potions, to reduce the pain." Magnus told Clary after he checked her vitals. "We don't know if there are other side effects, so please keep in touch with us if you see anything strange happen."Eupraxia Syto said looking at Luke. Luke nodded and shook his hand. Wilhelm Wyot stepped forward, moved his arms in circular motions, the entire place was hit by a vibration and a portal opened at the end of Wilhelm's hands. The group of warlocks followed Wilhelm and disappeared into the portal. A week ago if Clary witnessed what just happened she would have gone insane,p this was so unreal. The warlocks just disappeared into thin air, this was incredible.
"I am really hungry…" Clary said looking at Luke and Maryse.
"Oh my dear Raziel, this child hasn't eaten in two days! Bring her some food immediately." Maryse shouted in a direction that Clary deduced was the kitchen.
"Luke and I must attend to another meeting, I'll call Isabelle to keep you company." Maryse said while Luke and her left the room. Clary could see Luke didn't want to leave her so soon after he got her back, but she knew he had responsibilities to respect.
A few minutes later, the brunette came running into the great hall. She looked at Clary and smiled as if she was her Christmas present.
"Give me a minute" she said running in the kitchen's direction, she came back with the biggest tray Clary ever saw. Izzy settled the tray on the table, and put the different plates in front of Clary. Waffles, pancakes, syrup, bacon, scrambled eggs, brownies, orange juice or a mimosa maybe, Clary couldn't tell the difference by sight. She threw herself on the plates and gobbled up most of the food. Izzy was shocked at first but then started laughing uncontrollably. Clary gave her a furious look and Izzy got quiet but was still smiling. Ten minutes after, Clary ate everything but left the bacon.
"Don't you like bacon ?" Izzy asked curiously.
"I am vegetarian…" The redhead said smiling at Izzy. As a response the brunette took the bacon and ate it.
"Food shouldn't be wasted, and i'll tell the cooks to make you vegetarian food from now on, don't worry!" Izzy told her friend. "How do you feel? I visited you when you were unconscious." she stated. "I actually read you my favorite story 4 of 5 times." Izzy blushed. Clary was surprised by Izzy's doings.
"I feel better now that I've eaten. What's your favorite story by the way?" Clary asked Izzy, interested in her friend's tastes.
"Oh come on, you already know the answer!" Izzy told Clary, acting offended at the question.
"Is it the one your father told us?" Clary asked,raising her right eyebrow with a small smirk.
"Yes! I´ll never get tired of listening to our history..." Izzy responded looking in a random direction. She was far away, lost in her thoughts. Clary wanted to hit her with a pillow just to see if the girl would snap out of it, but she related a little bit more to the brunette because she was almost always lost in her thoughts.
"Could we play some sort of game to test my memory? The ritual might have some side effects on me, so I want to test my memory." Clary told Izzy, ripping the girl out of her daydreams. Izzy nodded and started thinking.
"Okay, I got an idea." Izzy stated whilst she pushed the tray and plates away. She pointed at one of the sentences carved into the table, "Facilis descensus averni." Izzy pronounced with an accent, then added "A few days ago I translated this for you, can you repeat it to me?"
Clary thought for a moment then answered. "Is it something like 'it's easy to go to hell?'" Clary asked. She giggled. "No wait I know, 'the descent to hell is easy'" Clary replied smiling, something happened in her head and she immediately said "Wait this sentence...it talks about Lucifer being cast out of heaven, doesn't it? It might be like a reminder that anyone can go to hell, so you mustn't sin..." Clary remarked.
Izzy told her she was actually impressed with how quickly she was able to make the link and asked Clary to do the same with the rest of the sentences.
"Si vis pacem, para bellum." Clary read with a poor accent "I think I remember this one too. It's something like, 'if you want peace prepare for war', ohh wait this refers to Lucifer wagging war against heaven, to conquer it for his lover and his children ." Clary said while retracing the sentence with her finger.
"Here we have..." Izzy told Clary pointing at another sentence.
"Amor vincit omnia, it obviously talks about love but I can't remember what it means..." Clary said. The self-reproach could be heard in her low pitched voice.
"Don't be too hard with yourself, it means 'love conquers all', refers to the unique and unstoppable couple. I am obviously alluding to Lucifer and Lilith who conquered the 4 kingdoms : Heaven, Hell, Earth and the Antiquus Purgatorium." Izzy managed to say out of breath. She was truly passionate about this.
"Wait, I can do this one I am sure of it." Clary said determined. She focused on another sentence. "Oderint dum metuant. I remember this one because it intrigued me. It's 'let them hate as long as they fear'. I guess this refers to Lucifer and Lilith's command, right?" Clary asked a little proud of herself. She always loved succeeding in anything: video games, challenges, exams...
"Yes... and no actually. This sentence, 'let them hate as long as they fear', is not only about Lucifer and Lilith but it's about the De Lapsis dynasty and the Camphbilim dynasty too." Izzy replied.
"Okay…" Clary thought, trying to understand. "Can I ask why Lucifer called his children, his lineage, the De Lapsis? Is there a meaning to it?" Clary asked curiously.
"He called this new race that he created the De Lapsis as a reminder they were his. The De Lapsis is a Latin expression, it means those who have fallen. He obviously gave his race this name because he is the ultimate fallen one." Izzy responded glad to give this information she knew by heart. Izzy gave Clary a proud look and Clary smirked to herself silently.
"I wanted to ask you about this, but I forgot. Lucifer's child, the boy had a power, he could make his opponents dizzy using his eyes. Lucifer called it the stare of N-na-nachè or something what is that?" Clary inquired.
"I think you are talking about the stare of Nachash. Do you know the story about Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden?" Izzy asked. The redhead nodded yes, so Izzy continued. "Lucifer was in this story in the form of a snake, during that period he was called Nachash. He seduced Eve with the power of his eyes. That's why Lucifer called his child's power the stare of Nachash." Izzy replied. "Do you have more questions?" Izzy interrogated Clary. The redhead shook her head no.
"Good because I do! Tell me more about the guy you spent time with, pleeease." Izzy begged, Clary's cheeks turned crimson.
"I feel like you will not give up until you get an answer." Clary gave Izzy a look, already knowing the taller girl's response. Izzy gave her a big smile and told her she would never give up.
"Fine, his name is Chris. I don't know much about him but I get this weird feeling when I am around him. Something about him is intriguing me and I want to know more about him... and he has my number..." Clary told her friend while looking down, her traitor skin giving way to a deep red blush.
"What...damn already?! You are going for it aren't you?" Izzy said, laughing and wiggling her eyebrows.
A small, acute sound came out of Izzy´s pocket and when she checked it her face lit up.
"Oh my Lucifer! When I came across Luke he gave me your phone so I could give it to you." Izzy said handing the phone to Clary. "I think you just received a text from Chris..." Izzy told her winking.
