Hey guys! I'm back! I sorry for not updating for so long, this last year has just been so busy. I couldn't find any time to update (not to mention I did face writers block for a while). But the summer came and I finally got some time!

Anyways, as promised, here is the first chapter of the final task in the triwizard tournament, so I had to test out writing in different points of view. Also, this chapter has a lot more action...


Jace POV

Just moments after entering the tunnel, Jace saw the world around him go black. He was surrounded by darkness. Even sound itself seemed to be disappear, all except for the soft whisper of his steady breath. It was as if everything had been sucked into a black hole and only he remained.

"Lumos," Jace whispered. He watched as a sudden blinding light emitted from his wand. Once his eyes adjusted, he found that he still couldn't see much. The world around him remained swallowed up by the shadows, like it refused to be seen. Only his hands could be made out. They looked extremely pale in his wand's light, more like Alec's hands than his own. Jace reached out to the side until he brushed a sooth surface — the tunnel wall. Keeping that arm out against the wall, and his wand arm held out in front, Jace cautiously proceeded on.

The hall echoed with Jace's steps, his breathing sounding more like whispers of the wind. He had hoped to hear something else — the other champions, the crowds far behind back at the school, the scatter of a small animal, drops of water — just anything that might clue him to where he was and where he was going. He didn't like the suspense, the endless waiting for something to happen, for something or someone to jump out from the shadows. At least then he'd be doing something other than walking blindly into the unknown.

The minutes seemed to pass by like days. Jace was just about losing track of how long he had been walking when he saw a small, distant light up ahead. It was a mere dot, but it was the first change he had seen since he started his journey.

He broke into a jog, slowly picking up the pace until he was all-out sprinting. The light ahead grew larger and nearer. He could finally see the floor beneath his feet and the walls of the tunnel. As he drew closer to the source, the white light became almost blinding, but he charged on forward into the room and —

He stopped dead. All around him were mirrors. They lined the walls, the floors, and the ceiling of the octagon room. A million Jaces looked back at him from all angles. There was no obvious source to the blinding white light and there was no exit other than the way he came.

Just as he was about to give up and turn back, he heard a something sliding. Looking back, he noticed that there was a glass panel closing off the tunnel, closing him in.

"No!" he shouted, lunging towards the exit. But he was to late. The glass panel it the floor. He punched the glass, his fists pounding against it, trying to break it, but it wouldn't even crack.

And as if it couldn't get any worse, when Jace turned back to face the room, all the lights went out.

He was trapped.


Jean Andre's POV

Don't slow down, don't slow down, Jean told himself. I know you're tired but you can't stop running. If you do, it'll get you.

He had been running for what felt like hours, though for all he knew it could have just been a few minutes. He was in a constant panic, but all he could do was run. He tried firing some spells at it, but none of them worked. Either they missed or they just weren't strong enough to cause any lasting damage.

The beast just kept getting closer.

He could hear it scuttling behind him, its eight legs clattering and echoing on the cave walls and its pincers clicking excitedly.

Jean knew it was only a matter of time before it caught up to him, but he didn't know how much longer he would be stuck in the tunnels. The least he could do was buy himself a bit more time.

He got an idea.

"Serpensortia!" he shouted, aiming the wand over his shoulder. A snake shot out of his wand and onto the ground.

Pointing at the little snake that faced away from him, he added, "Engorgio!" and the snake grew about 10 sizes.

Jean knew it was no basilisk, but at least it might trick the Acromantula, distracting it for a moment, giving him a few extra minutes before it caught up with him.

Without looking back to check if it worked, Jean charged ahead, pushing himself to go faster. Now without the sounds of the beast filling his ears, he could at least have a moment to think of what to do next and to assess his current situation. There was nothing around him to help. The only plus he had was that he wasn't in total darkness. The walls of the tunnels he ran through were lined with torches, leaving him free to use…

Wait, Jean thought. There were torches lining the walls, hundreds of them. He had been running for who knows how long, wondering what to do, when the answer was right in front of him.

Fire, he pondered, suddenly feeling like a complete idiot for not thinking of it earlier. I can burn the creature!

And without a second thought, Jean started switching back and forth between knocking the torches off the wall and onto the floor and shouting, "Incendio!" Before long, the path behind him was swallowed up in flames. He couldn't see anything from where he came — all that was there was a wall of orange and yellow that licked the ceiling and walls of the tunnel.

Suddenly he heard the clicking again. The Acromantula must have gotten away from the snake. But, luckily, this time Jean knew what to do. Rather than running away again, he held his ground, ready to attack should the beast get through the flames.

But it wasn't necessary. Though he couldn't see it, Jean could hear the creature slow down as it approached the flames. It probably knew better than to walk right into the fire. After a few seconds, Jean heard the spider scuttle in the opposite direction, its sound fading as it got farther and farther away.

"Woooh! I did it!" Jean exclaimed. "Take zat! Not so tough now, are you?"

After his moment of victory, Jean turned around and made his way forward, feeling excited and ready for whatever new challenge came his way.


Jace's POV

"Lumos," Jace whispered, watching the tip of his wand light up. The thousands of reflections of him in the mirrors were all looking at their own wands once the room was lit up. Jace supposed it helped that the room was entirely mirrors — this way the light from his wand would bounce off the reflections all around him, multiplying the effect.

Jace walked up to one of the walls. He couldn't think of any other way to get out other than breaking the glass. There might be a secret door behind it, or the walls could just be glass, and getting out of this containment would put him back in the tunnels. And, if not… well, he'd just have to work out what to do in that case when he got there. But first, he had to face the problem at hand.

But how to break the glass.

He knew from earlier that punching it wouldn't do any good. The glass didn't even crack, no matter how hard he tried. No, he would have to try something else.

There has to be another way, Jace thought. But what?

Jace put his head against the glass, one arm resting above his head, the other tapping absentmindedly while he pondered.

"Think Jace, think," he told himself.

His fingers made a steady dum da dum sound as he kept the rhythm going. Every now and then, his nails would hit the glass, producing a sharp ringing sound.

Wait…

He hit his nail on the glass again on the glass, the same distinct note ringing out.

Its frequency…

He knew that each glass has a different frequency. It was one of the things that gets briefly mentioned when you learn music. He knew how some singers would use that and try to match the frequency of the glass — in other words they'd try to sing the same note — because matching the frequency will cause the glass to shatter…

But what was Jace thinking? He knew he couldn't hit such a high note.

Well, that was a dumb idea, Jace thought, chuckling at the ridiculousness of it.

But is it really that ridiculous? Sure, he couldn't break the glass by reaching it's frequency, but maybe he could use a different element of sound.

Volume.

It wasn't something he could do just with his voice either — the mere human voice can't produce a loud enough sound to break anything. But something stronger could do the trick. He thought back to the scene in Back to the Future (yes he had seen it… Simon forced him and Clary to watch it one summer) when Marty has all the speakers set to the max volume. When he strummed his guitar, it created such a forced that he was sent flying back and all the speakers broke. Sure, that was an exaggeration of it, but a loud enough sound can send sound waves that put enough pressure to break something.

If there was one thing Jace was happy he listened to Simon about, it was that. Maybe if he could produce a loud enough sound, he could break all the glass around him.

It was a small chance, but it was the only idea he had, and failing wouldn't leave him in any worse of a situation than he was in. It was worth a shot.

Pointing his wand to his throat, Jace said, "Sonorus" — the spell to amplify his voice.

"Okay, testing. Testing," Jace spoke, feeling cocky as he heard how those few soft words echoed in the room, bouncing off of the walls. "Testing, one, two, three. Hello. Hello." And, with a smile on his face, he got louder. " Ladies and Gentlemen, watch as the brave, clever, and charming competitor conquers yet another challenge, one that everyone else thought would be impossible. But the challenger before you is unlike the rest, in fact the others probably can't even come close to his level. Watch, as right before your eyes, he does the impossible."

Still smiling, Jace cleared his throat.

It's the moment of truth.

He took a break…

And let out the loudest and longest piercing scream he could muster. The volume of his scream was amplified by the spell to extreme levels, bouncing off the walls and back to Jace's ears painfully.

Holding the scream out, he put his hands on his ears, fingers tangling in his hair, and fell to his knees. He held his head and closed his eyes. He felt the sound vibrate through his entire being, causing a ringing in his head. It was excruciating — he imagined this is what it was like to be right by an explosion. But he wouldn't let himself stop screaming until he couldn't support the sound anymore — he didn't want to risk losing the sound just before he broke the glass.

He was too distracted by his pain, with his ears covered and eyes closed, that he didn't notice the cracking of the glass. He did, however, notice when all the glass shattered and fell down around him. Luckily, he had his head tucked under his arms, and avoided any major damage. but his arms and legs were scrapped up by the shards — a million deep paper cuts. Jace bit his lip as his skin started to sting in countless different places.

After a moment, Jace slowly got up, cautiously watching his step. The floor was littered with the mirror fragments. The few around him had drops of blood.

"Episkey," Jace whispered, pointing the wand at one of his cuts. He watched as his skin mended, stopping the flow of blood, before repeating the spell on the rest of his body. After he finished, he said "Tergeo," to get rid of the blood that had already dried on his skin.

Once he had attended to his well-being, Jace took in his surroundings. With all the glass on the floor, he could see the tunnel walls again. Looking behind him, he saw a tunnel swallowed in darkness, but right in front of him was another one, this one lit with torches.

There was no other path, but he didn't mind. He knew which one he needed to take, and he welcomed the well-lit option.

"Scourgify," Jace said, pointing at the ground between him and his new path. The glass shards in front of him disappeared, clearing the ground for him to walk.

Without a second thought he charged on forward.

He was finally free.


I know, there was no malec in this chapter :/ but I promise they're in the next one! I just couldn't find a way to fit them into this one... nothing felt right to me.

Anyways I would like to thank everyone who stuck around for all this time even though I wasn't updating. It means the world to me that you were so interested in this story that you didn't want to give up on it. Thank you for that :)