Hey hey!
Mawaha! That's all I'm saying. Oh and thanks!
Double digits everyone! *happy dance*
Bavarian elements now on wattpad!
Sorry, bit of a filler chappie.
I think I'm gonna let the characters do this disclaimer.
El: what's up?
Me: Do the disclaimer.
El: No please? RUDE.
Me: *sigh*.
El: fine lemonofweirdness owns zilch. Nada. Nic. Am I done? I want skittles.
Me: Yep. And skittles! Gimme!
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Clary
Sitting in Magnus' apartment, eating pizza and drinking coffee was not a pleasant experience.
First off, we could actually be searching for Jace, but no, we were bickering about coffee and what pizza toppings are the best. Secondly, we needed to talk about that girl, the one that has a connection with me. Thirdly, Luke may be dying, and we are not looking for a cure?
I fumbled with the dagger in my pocket. It was hers, evidently, with a simple handle and strands of long golden hair. It was steel and polished to a shine. There were scratching's on the hit.
Note to self. The door and the 8. 2 of each except F. Doughnuts needed.
Note to self: Need the keys for the chains.
What did it mean?
I grabbed it out of my pocket and set it on Magnus' round table.
"What is that?"
"A knife from Jace's sister."
"Wait, what!?" everyone said together, except Magnus, who was calmly looking at his nails. Even, though he looked unaffected, his face went as pale as chalk.
"Yeah, I didn't believe it either. Until I met her. Female Jace."
"Any information about her?" Alec cut in.
"A bit. Not under Sebastian's spell."
"How can you tell?" Izzy said
"She put a knife to Sebastian's throat and called him Sebastard." Magnus smiled at this.
"Good kid. Anything else?"
"Yeah, she uses and alias."
"Which is?..." Simon said whilst playing flappy birds on his phone, kind of oblivious to the conversation.
"Elodide Bird"
Simon automatically dropped his phone, frozen on his high score. He was paler than usual and his hands were shaking madly when he picked it up.
"Sherwin, something to tell us?" Magnus said, as he snapped his fingers, Simon's phone automatically repairing. Simon said nothing as he tapped his phone a few times. He slid the phone towards me.
"Is this her?
I looked down at his phone. It was her. Same hair, same eyes, same everything, including the Herondale trademark copyright smirk. Even the t-shirt that said 'never trust a duck' in bold capitals. She was laughing her head off at something, pointing to Simon behind the camera
"What the…."
"We met at Java Jones. There was only on seat available, and it was next to her."
"What was her name again?" Izzy said "Elodide?"
I nodded.
"Look" she passed over a note with Jace's writing. Only, it was signed off by E.H. Elodide Herondale.
I passed the dagger to Magnus.
"Can you get her here?"
"Only in projection form, and only if she is sleeping. It may not work, Biscuit."
"But try Magnus, please?" I pleaded, desperation rising up inside of me like a wave. I needed to know about Jace. She had answers. Hopefully.
Magnus nodded and started drawing runes on the mahogany table and chanting, blue sparks coming out of his fingers.
Raziel, please let this work.
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Elo
I was in large room, a cream colour, with gold shot though the marble. A crystal skylight let the dawn light in, painting the floor golds, pinks and blues. A mermaid fountain was in the middle of the room, next to a pillar. A sword was being washed in the water. A ragged sword glittered at the bottom of the basin.
And holding the sword, was my good angel subconscious/hacker friend, Michael.
I ran up to him, tackled him with a hug, and almost knocked him into the water.
"Ow ow ow Temeraria, get off!"He said, his 6 foot 1 frame smothered buy my 5 foot 7 one. I let go and pulled back. He was the same. Even the same t-shirt I got for him when I was 13, worlds best computer hacker. It just made me laugh because it was so true.
Then I backhanded him across the cheek.
He was not amused. "What was that for?"
"You made me wear a dress. A DRESS."
He laughed. And laughed. And laughed.
"You have so screwed up my life. So, magical caffeine, my brother, Sebastian, Johnathon. WTF?!"
"Even I don't know." But he was grinning like the Cheshire cat, so that was lies.
"Ha-ha lies. So, what do you want? And I highly doubt it is about my many problems, since you can just hack my head."
"When you get your first proper weapon, you come her to bless the blade. Otherwise, demons can get into it. And whilst it is downright funny to talk about your relationship problems, I can always talk to you later Tem."
"So… What do I do?"
"Listen to your soul." I rolled my eyes. Michael always came out with this stuff. I was about to say, my soul says nothing when I started muttering mumbo-jumbo.
"Let the waters of this fountain was this blade clean. Consecrate it to my use alone. Let me use it only in the aid of just causes. Let me wield in its righteousness. Let it guide me to be a worthy warrior of Idris. And let it protect me that I may return to this fountain to bless it anew. In Raziel's name."
"Now name it."
"Temeraria. The reckless."
"Talking about your sword, someone wants to talk to you. Another sarcastic bastard. Have fun."
"Wait wait! I lunged towards him, but he was gone, and so was everything else. Then another image appeared.
….
I was back in the London institute. But I wasn't alone.
Leaning against the wall, was a boy, maybe 17 with raven black hair, like Michael's and piercing blue eyes. Humming a random tune. At first glance I thought it was Jace's parabati, Alec. But no, different facial features, different jawline. I looked at his hands clutching the book. I smiled noticing a tale of two cities next to him, dog eared and read many times. I looked at the boy again. Subtle similarities like the stubborn set of our mouths, our long, slim hands. Obviously a distant relative.
"Demon pox heh? I told them it existed but Jem said and I quote 'William, there is no such thing as demon pox'. Lies I say, all lies! I have even wrote a song about it:
Demon pox, oh demon pox,
Just how is it acquired?
One must go down to the bad part of town,
Until one is very tired.
Demon Pox, oh demon pox, I had it all along-
Not the pox you foolish blocks,
I mean this very song-
For I was right and you were wrong!"
I snickered.
"Three words for you: Crappiest. Song. Ever."
"Technically, that was seven words."
"Who are you then?" I demanded.
He scrutinised me from head to toe. I gave him a look that said, if you look at my chest for too long, I will knock you into next week. But no. He just gave me a once over and read my tee.
"Good, good. My blood has went to good use then." He said muttering more to himself than me.
He then addressed me. "Loving the shirt. It's true. Ducks are spawn of Satan!"
I laughed and then gave him a high five. It looked like it was new to him, but he was pleased never the less.
"Wait. Did you say, MY blood?"
"Yes. My name is Will Herondale! You have heard of me, of course. If you haven't, you need to get out more and go learn about me and my beautiful body!"
I felt like I was paralysed. Will like sword Will? Will as in London Institute Will? Will as parabati owned my violin Will?
Holy Crap.
I nearly fell on the floor, but he was there, steadying me. So, I had a nice ancestor.
"Woman, I know my charms are legendary, but we are related! Gosh, the scandal! Although I like scandal…"
I take it all back. Sarcastic little shit. But, he was exactly like me.
I looked down at my sword. Temeraria glowed dully on my hip, the dark leather belt worked with birds glimmering in the gaslight. He noticed and smiled sadly.
"See you got Tem. Good. She hasn't say battle in 100 years."
I smiled, but he went back to his book, and encyclopaedia of demon pox and its effects. Humming. He may have been my relative but he was asking to be high fived. In the face. With a chair.
"What are you doing?"
"Being amazing and reading? Problem?"
"Yeah, stop humming and get a life."
He snorted.
"Get a life? I'm already dead"
I thought about something else.
"What about that violin?"
"Ah." I put his book down, glancing wistfully in the distance. "Anyone with the violin, who has the birth right of Herondale can use it to contact Sir Handsome here! It was enchanted by a warlock, a great friend of mine."
"Who was it?"
"Magnus…"
Then I was ripped from the institute and was sat on a round table, Pale faces staring back at me.
…..
I tried to get out but I couldn't. It just made me go back, like I was running into a brick wall. I put my hand up to the air. It was solid, like putting my hand on concrete. Some sort of a trap. Wonderful. I saw marks glowing blue in the dim light. They were unfamiliar, but they showed containment and summoning.
"So, tell us all about Jace then, little Shadowhunter."
I was about to shout a load of words that he wouldn't like when I looked at the dude, and stopped short.
Glittery. That was the only way to describe the man. 20's maybe with glitter all over him, like a glitter bomb had exploded in his house. His house was also very glittery. Wow, I never knew so much glitter actually existed.
"No hello? Rude. Morning… wait, is it morning. Ohh, pizza! You got Hawaiian? Cough up!"
The pizza slid across the table, bypassing the marks. Huh. So things can get in, but people can't get out. God, I'm harmless! Ok, major lie, but they don't know that do they?
I looked up to thank the kid, about to eat the pizza when I froze. I recognised two of them pretty well.
Simon and Clary.
Christ, it is a small world.
"Hey guys. Guessing you know sparkles. Can I get out of this circle? It feels creepily like you're watching the Elodide show. Not fun."
"Uh huh." A boy holding hands with sparkles just said. Alec. Jace's parabati. "What is Sebastian's plan?"
"I don't know. I have been with them for just under a week, and I have been knocked out for most of that time. Let me tell you, with the upmost politeness. I don't have a bloody clue."
I felt myself shimmer and fade away.
"You are waking up, El. We will be back."
…
I jumped as I woke up. I ran to my phone and texted Simon. I got his phone number outside Java Jones'
Was that real? The pizza, table?
Yep. El, Magnus is mad, c having fit.
Oh god. In a bit.
I remembered something. The door. The 8 people imprisoned behind the door.
I ran down the stairs to the weapons room. The same two doors. The same demonic runes.
I ran in and saw them all crowded around something. Or someone.
It was a Faerie. She looked quite young, with auburn hair, and leaf green eyes. Greenish blood wept from cuts on her arms, and branded stars upon her wrist. She was weeping and the others were trying to calm her down.
"Don't worry. Don't worry Miya. We have an informant. She will get us out" Sophie said, her lilac hair pooling around her on the floor. The adamas chains snaked around her and clinked as she spotted me and gestured towards the others. I ran over to them. The Faerie was badly injured, more so than the rest. I wondered what the hell happened to her.
"What happened to you? I whispered, whilst examining the cuts, suspiciously like knife marks. I looked at the brand. Stars. An unusual brand. Then I remembered something that Sebastian said. Something about the Fey. Something about an alliance.
"T-the Seelie Court did this. I would ally with him, so they branded his ma-mark on me and hurt me. I hate him. The Fey are working with him. Working with Sebastian Morgernstern. They h-hate the Nephilim. Would like to see them slaughtered. The Queen picked his side and we have to follow. But I didn't. He came in and hurt me with c-cold iron. Laughed at me. They gave me to him, to torture and here I am."
I gasped. The fey allied with Sebastian? Not good. I think I had a way to get them out. But it would take a while.
I turned to the warlocks and shadowhunters.
"If you had pure adamas, could you be able to break the chains?"
Rebecca gasped. "Adamas pur? Where would you get that? It would be impossible!"
I remembered the pain, the golden adamas running around me like a river.
"I have my moments. But would it work?"
Max coughed. "Maybe. The only thing that may actually do it is heavenly fire, and that has not been seen on earth for many years." He shrugged, his long sleeved tee being pulled up on the arms. His arms were a mixture of rock and quartz, glimmering dully in the light of the witchlight.
"What is heavenly fire?"
"The fire running through the divines bodies. It will make you light up like a star, and burn everything in its path. If you unintentionally get it, you are like a time bomb, waiting to explode, charring everything in its path. If you are given it you are brighter, you are like adamas, and you can eradicate evil for short amounts of time. It also makes you have other powers depending on the person. Eradicate. Such a big word. Like…"
"Yeah ok. It's not like you can buy heavenly fire at shadowhunters-r-us."
I was about to say something else when I heard a scream. Not from anyone down here. A male scream from upstairs. It sent a shockwave though my bones as I ran upstairs.
I saw Jace cradling a slight girl in his arms. Clary.
I ran next to her and put my hand on her forehead. She felt like fire.
"She is burning up. I will carry her, get towels or ice cubes."
When neither Jace nor Sebastian moved, I screamed
"Now!"
They Jace ran to the bathroom, and Sebastian to the kitchen. I put her in the spare room and transferred all of the clothes that were too small for me to her wardrobe.
Jace and Sebastian then came running in carrying ice cubes wrapped in towels. I put them to her forehead. They started melting almost immediately.
"She is stable. Go, I will look after her."
"Why not me! I'm her boyfriend!"
I was trained for this situation, since it is mundane. Healing runes won't work on this. But she will be okay. And also, its better looking at me than you."
He grumbled and stalked out of the room. I was now left with Seb... Johnathon?!
"Thank you, El. For healing her."
Then his eyes turned to black and he ran out of the room, eyes turning to black.
I looked down at Clary then. She was fast asleep. I thought:
Well, we are both in serious trouble then aren't we?