Clary's pov
And then the man turned around….
He was definitely an old man, with wrinkles like calligraphy spiralling up his neck. His lips were rough and chapped and one of his eyes was brown, while the other was red. He was in a hood and scuffed up jeans and when he opened his mouth to speak, Clary could see his yellow teeth glistening in the sun.
"Who are you?", he asked in a raspy voice. He looked directly at Jace and smiled. Jace looked away.
"We could say the same about you, get to your knees", Alec commanded but Clary hushed him.
"No sir, please what is your name?", Clary heard herself say. The man had an odd glint in his eyes and then suddenly everything happened so fast. The man threw his head back and let out a loud chilling laugh. He laughed so loudly that everyone put their hands around their ears. It was painful like hearing nails down a chalk board. And then suddenly the man turned into black smoke and he was gone. Everyone just stood there in shocked silence. But out of nowhere there was a huge gust of wind and the last thing Clary remembered was calling Jace's name.
Jace pov
Jace woke to Clary screaming at him to wake up. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. Everyone was slowly getting up. But something was wrong-Jace could sense it. And then he saw him. Under a rock was a little boy.
"MAX", Jace screamed but it was no use
Max was gone.