A/N: I have nothing to say except…SCHOOL'S OFF! *throws confetti into the air. Important explanation at the end of this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments Series nor do I own the characters.
Clary's POV
There was a sharp ringing in my ears which made me want to bash my head against a wall until the ringing disappeared but I knew that it would only get worse. Darkness surrounded me; it only took me a couple of minutes for me to realize that my eyes are shut against my will.
I tried to pry my eyes open but they were glued shut. There was light hissing in the darkness, almost like whispers. Whispers of my name, whispers of regret, whispers of guilt and so much more that I can't take it anymore.
I felt all the whispers fuel me into opening my eyes and when I did all I saw was gold. I recognize this place.
The same ruins were etched onto the solid gold walls. They casted meanings of protection, wisdom and peace and the same gold bed was placed in the middle of the room. Why am I back here?
I get up from the lush golden comforters that surround me and inspect the room like last time, waiting for Raziel to show up.
"Welcome back, shadowhunter." A melodic voice caught my attention. I whirled around and saw Raziel in what looks to be shadowhunter gear but it had golden ruins. I looked up to Raziel's face which unlike last time looks more tired and wary.
"You summoned me?" I said a little breathlessly.
"Yes, you probably know about the wars that have been going on and so far we're having no luck." I looked at him incredulously.
"You mean you guys as in Heaven are losing to…Hell?" He shook his head and murmured something that I couldn't catch.
"No, that's the problem. Nobody's winning and nobody's losing. It's all just bloodshed." He looked down at me and smiled a smile that you could die to see one more time. "Fighting the Princes of Hell isn't that hard; it's just messy." My eyes widen a little bit more. This is no big deal right? Wrong.
"Well then why'd you summon me?" I asked nonchalantly but really I was in a state of panic and I know he can sense it.
"Well-" He pointed over my shoulder "you kind of have wings of an Angel and the power of one too so I'm here to help you and guide you." He shrugged. "Remember how I told you I'm going to help you just like I helped Jonathon Shadowhunter," I nod "well now I intend to keep it a promise rather than just saying it."
"And so how exactly are you going to help me with my, you know…wings and these so called powers that I have and have no idea how to use?" Raziel laughed melodically.
"First of all I intend to tell you the rules of being more than partly angel and second of all I have something for you but we can discuss that later."
Raziel clapped his hands together motioning for us to begin. "You can't use those pathetic shadowhunter steles anymore because you're basically immune to the ruins. The power that originates from the shadowhunter steles is no match for your actual angel blood." He takes out the same golden stele he gave me last time and hands it to me. I take it from him and something in me just clicked, like this was the key to my door. "Did you feel that?" I nod and smirk.
"I never felt this when I last touched it and it's the exact stele as before. So what's so different this time?" I clutch the stele even tighter, feeling the power course through my veins.
"This time you have more angel blood than last time and so the stele recognizes you to be more of an angel than a shadowhunter or a mundane." I nod and put the stele into my torn jeans pocket. Not the safest place, I know!
"Now I want to teach you how to use those wings of yours." Raziel clapped his hands twice and the scenery around us changes from a completely golden room to what looked to be a cliff sight. I could tell by the other jagged cliffs that continued higher into the sky and deeper into the bottomless ground.
"Can I do that?" I said a little incredulously.
Raziel laughed whole-heartily. Whenever he laughs it makes me question why he's so scary when someone summons him. I guess he just doesn't like being bothered.
"No, you can do many things but that's not one of them." I huffed and chuckled. Raziel motioned me to come over to him near the edge of the cliff. Not that I was scared, I mean pfft I have wings for crying out loud but this was still out of this world (literally). I mean you couldn't even see the ground because of the clouds.
"Where are we exactly?" None of my surroundings looked familiar or earthly.
"We are on Mount Thor in Nunavut, Canada. It's the steepest cliff in the mundane world at 4000ft." He seemed amused by my shocked expression.
"First of all: we're in Canada? Second of all: what about the cliffs surrounding us? They seem much taller than this one. And third of all: Are you trying to kill me?" He let out a soft chuckle. Huh, who knew you could be friends with angels.
"Yes. The cliffs surrounding us are glamoured so they appear smaller than they actually are. And of course not, if I were to kill you it would be much better thought out then this." I raised both my eyebrows because god knows why I can't raise just one. I mean I can fly and have magical powers but I can't raise one goddamn eyebrow. My life is beginning to look a little sad.
Raziel tensed up his shoulders and his wings cam sprouting out. They were just like mine; white with gold ruins except his has a larger wing span. He turned so his was face towards me and smiled at me. Before I knew what he was going to do he jumped back and spread his wings. My breath hitched a little.
I knew he was okay, for god's sakes he's an angel that's thousands of years old but I couldn't help but peak over the edge of the cliff to see if he's dead or not. He wasn't there, he wasn't anywhere actually. Was he dead?
Out of nowhere there was a swoosh right above my head. I quickly ducked; I felt cool air surround me. Looking up I see Raziel flapping his wings and smiling down at me. He came down to the ground and looked down at me expectantly.
"Do you know the rules of flying?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Were there actual rules of flying when you knew how to do it instinctively?
"No, but-"
"Well then I'll teach you." He motioned me to spread my wings which I did and then caught me completely off guard. "Do you have that one special person that you love no matter what? A boyfriend perhaps?" I was mortified by the question. Did he know about Jace and I? God if he knows this much, what else can he know?
I narrowed my eyes and placed both hands on my hip. "Yah, but something tells me you knew that already. Am I right?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe, maybe not."
I furrowed my eyebrows together, confused on where he was taking this. "What does this have to do with flying exactly?"
Raziel crossed his arms over his chest and inspected my wings. "Well, love is what empowers us right?" I nodded and he smiles. "Well then you do love him right?" I nodded my head once again and once again gained a smile. "Perfect!" I cocked my head to the side unable to make out what he's getting at.
"There's always something or rather someone that motivates you, wants the best for you and loves you recklessly." I still had my eyebrows furrowed together and Raziel let out an over exaggerated sigh. "Just let me finish so you don't keep on looking stupid." I huffed but decided to listen to his 'speech'.
"You need stamina and guts to actually fly, like I'm pretty sure you don't want to jump off this cliff right now but what if I told you it would save Jonathon or rather Jace from dying. Would you be willing to jump off this cliff?"
My answer was immediate, "Of course, always!"
"Well then," Raziel snapped his fingers and Jace appeared on the end of the cliff. I stared in awe as the beautiful golden boy smiled at me. Raziel whispered something in my ear which made me freeze, "Save him."
Jace all of the sudden fell back off the cliff, I didn't hesitate neither did I think but I ran to the end of the cliff and jumped off not caring of the consequences but just falling. For him.
I spread my wings and narrow them as I fall to form a more streamlined shape to accelerate my speed. His eyes were closed while he's falling; I'm getting close but not close enough to catch him. I do a big flap of my wings and then narrow them closer to me. I reach to grab his hand which was relaxed at his side. I still couldn't reach him. God, if I lose him- no! Snap out of it Clary, do it for him. He needs you and you love him.
Something just seemed to click inside of me as I raise one hand up in front of me and I drive all my need to saving Jace. Time stops, everything around me just stops. I see Jace just there frozen in mid-air. What the hell? Did I do that?
I flap my wings and go closer to him; wrapping my arms around him and snap my fingers as Jace falls limp into my hands. I pull him into a bone crushing hug but before I can pull him any closer to me, he disappears into thousands of golden flakes. Did I hug him too hard?
I didn't even realize that I'm still falling to my death. I quickly spread my wings as the wind under my wings hold me up from descending to quickly to the ground. I flap my wings, reaching the top of Mount Thor once again where Raziel stands there with a smile.
"Where did he go?" My face felt stiff, probably because of the cold air that hit my face. But thanks to the warmth ruin on my wings the rest of my body was fine.
Raziel waved his hands off, "He was just a hologram." I let out a breath of relief. "How did you feel?"
I looked at him and smirked. God, Jace was really getting to me. "I felt light, focused, almost like I lost all my worries." Raziel seemed pretty happy with my answer.
"You see Clarissa; you don't have to over think flying. All you need to have is stamina, guts and motivation and then you're off. You don't have to rely on your mind. You need to rely on your body and instincts and your passion." He smiled at me for a second. He was proud of me. "You need to rely on love."
"You have this force with you that you can always rely on. Whether it's freezing something in time or telekinesis, you can do it." I raise both my brows. "When I send you back to the institute you can't tell anybody about your powers and you need practice so make sure you train every single day." I nodded in understanding.
A question popped up in my mind and I couldn't help but ask. "Who do you rely on?" He seemed to be caught off guard by my question but just shrugged it off.
"That's a story for another time, Clarissa." He snapped his hands together and a black and gold box appeared in his hands. "This is something else that might help you in this battle, Clarissa. Use it." His tone was serious and stern. I nodded and gazed at the box intensely.
I opened the box and saw a neatly folded shadowhunter gear similar to the ones to Raziel. They were solid black with golden ruins of protection, warmth, healing and much more. I notice to slits on the back of the gear for my wings. I smile at the hood and the leather fingerless gloves. My hands ghosted over the weapons belt which looked like it could store twenty steles in a pouch, two swords and multiple daggers. There were two thigh sheaths with a dagger and stele holder. The gear had multiple hidden pockets to hide weapons and who knows what else. It was leather with some adamas on it around the elbows and knees like guards. The leather on the upper part of the gear was hard as rock, while the bottom was pure leather.
I looked up to Raziel and smiled, he sent me what looked to be a sad smile but I ignored it. Not wanting to ruin the moment. "Thank you." I say a little breathlessly.
"I'm here to help you. Now let's get you back, your friends are quit worried." I nod, the smile never leaving my face. "Oh and one more thing," he takes a step towards me and whispers "cherish him." I furrow my brows in confusion. "You never know what'll hit you until you get hit by it again." He smiles sadly and I nod in understanding. "Your gift will be waiting in your room." I nod one last time.
Raziel snaps his fingers and I feel a sudden wave of vertigo pass through me. I can't help but feel two words swim around me.
Cherish him.
My eyes fly open and are welcomed by a pair of gold ones. They were filled with concern, relief and love.
Cherish him.
"Clar-"
Before he can finish I pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and smacked my lips against his in a passionate kiss.
Cherish him.
A/N: I just want to explain why I was gone for four days. Well guys I kind of fractured my foot. It was originally just sprained so I didn't make much out of it since I broke, sprained and fractured my foot multiple times before this but I was stupid enough to side tackle during soccer with my sprained foot and the girl stepped on it and it made a sickening crack. So now I'm on house arrest for the first week of FUCKIN SUMMER. But it was my own fault. I'm sorry for the late update but my foot hurts like hell. Anyways…STAY MAGICAL and leave me some love. Love you guys!