Rain poured down from the sky and soaked Clary from head to toe. Her body was frozen in place, at the dock at Souls Lake, as if nothing else mattered. Every layer of clothing she wore were soaked in water and clung to her like a monkey to a tree. Her hair was flat and some of it was sticking to her forehead. She didn't care. Her body shivered from the cold, but inside she was numb. She felt nothing. It was as if all of a sudden a black hole had appeared and sucked every single emotion or happy memory out of her, leaving her as an empty shell. The world around her was just a blurry background, saw from eyes that threatened to burst into tears at any moment. Clary felt as light as feather, standing there, staring at the lake's beautiful water. Moments later, Clary felt her body stiffen and everything came back to her. Jace. Jonathon. Simon. The painful feelings and anger filled thoughts were once again back in her head. She felt her knees give way below her and buckle in as she collapsed to the ground in a ball of pain, gasping at the sudden shock of emotions.
"Clary!" She heard an unfamiliar voice call on her, but it didn't change anything. Her head slammed against the wooden dock with a threatening force. Then everything went blank.
Clary awoke in a small room with tight walls and a wooden floor. Next to her lay a dressing table with a lamp on it, as well as some other instrument. It was silver, pen-like and had strange markings on it that were surprisingly familiar to her. The room had minimum furniture in it which to her seemed very manlike, yet there was a slight feminine touch to it as well.
"You must be Clary" Turning her head she saw a figure sitting on a cushioned seat. He was naturally tanned and yet he had fairly dark hair. As she looked at him she noticed the glitter surrounding his eyes, but that wasn't what scared her the most. His eyes, were like those of a cats. But his smile, if that's what it was meant to, seemed genuine and fairly friendly.
"Who are you?" Clary had tried to sound tough, but her voice came out a bare whimper.
The man looked at her carefully as if unsure on how to approach her. He took a step towards her, then shook his head and took two back. 'Even the way he walks is catlike', she thought to herself.
"I'm Magnus. Magnus Bane. Oh and I'm a warlock."