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!Something you need to know! Consul Penhallow is also known as 'Jia'. (Jia Penhallow)!
Chapter 9…
{Max's POV}
My class and I had arrived in the Training Room for our physical combat lesson slightly earlier than normal.
Everyone was excited to meet Clary I think, or perhaps terrified if they were late she would cut their fingers off - I wasn't sure to be honest.
Suddenly, a voice filled the room, a voice I recognised instantly.
"Good morning second years. Ready for your first combat lesson?"
Clary entered the room as the two automatic glass doors slid apart, she was smiling a little.
She walked toward the class and stood in front of us, looking at everyone individually.
Someone called out to Clary,
"What are we doing today Miss?"
It was Eric, who was standing next to me, Eric was a good friend of mine ; though it looked like he was a little scared of Clary.
I smiled down to myself, thinking about how she could make so many fear her, yet to me she was like a big sister, one of the kindest people I knew.
Before we had come to the Institute Clary had taught me how to draw and paint a bit ; I hadn't known she was an artist until I caught her on the roof of the Guard painting the sunset.
The only other person who I knew could paint as well as Clary was Jon, like brother like sister I guess.
"Call me Clary. Today we'll start off with knife throwing, it's a basic skill that I believe you should learn young. Since you guys could not take on a fully grown man as an opponent yet, throwing a knife at your target could help you get out of a fight."
The mood in the room had shifted a little, a lot of the girls and boys in my class were now smiling.
{Jace's POV}
I left the bedroom soon after Clary and headed to my demon languages class, it was a waste of an hour to be honest, I knew all the languages already - I had helped Alec prep for his exam last year and I had basically picked it all up then.
Though it did mean I could have an hour of doing virtually nothing and relax for once.
I took this class with Izzy, so I wasn't surprised when I found her waiting for me in the Last Years common room.
She raised up off the arm of a sofa she was leaning on and fell into step beside me.
"Did something happen between you and Clary last night?"
She asked,
"What makes you ask?"
I replied, wanting to know what was making Iz worry.
"Well, her face when I spoke about last night. It was as if she had been thinking of something else, I wondered if the two of you hyad had a fight?"
Izzy kept her tone quiet and low, so that as we passed other students in the corridor they wouldn't be able to eavesdrop. With shadowhunter hearing, and hearing runes being a common one for Nephilim to wear - it was safer to speak as quietly as you could.
"Oh,"
I exclaimed, surprised that that was the conclusion she had drawn from this morning.
"No we didn't have a fight. Clary's alright, just seeing Moloch again was a bit of a shock for her I think."
I breathed out the little white lie easily, it wasn't much of a lie - seeing Moloch had shaken Clary up. But that wasn't the real reason she was so on edge when Izzy had walked in the room this morning.
Thankfully Iz seemed to believe me, and silently nodded as we walked into our demon languages class.
{Clary's POV}
I had been nervous when I had first walked into the room, but had sternly reminded myself of perhaps the only good lesson my father had ever taught me. Act and walk with confidence even if you are at your moment of death, have pride.
As I had strolled through the glass doors, my gaze had instantly landed on the scruffy brown-haired boy who was basically a miniature version of Alec.
His eyes beamed as soon as he saw me, and I felt a little twinge inside. The brightness in that little boy's heart radiated out of him wherever he went.
The rest of his class had appeared less than beaming to see me at first ; as they were so young they'd probably just heard stories about me and who I was, I couldn't blame them for being hesitant to be honest.
However, once I had dived into the lesson and begun teaching them the art of knife-throwing their mood had shifted.
I had lined up targets along the wall, one for each student, so that was about 15.
To start with I had put them all at only 10 meters distance from their targets, so they could get the hang of it.
Showing them how to keep their elbow at a right-angle in the first stance, and then to whip their arm forward, finishing off the move with a flick of the wrist.
"Why do you have to flick your wrist?"
One boy had asked.
"If you do not flick your wrist then you will lose power and the twirl of the tip may very well go miles away from your target."
I had tried to explain, and gratefully the boy seemed to comprehend what I was saying.
Now, I was pacing along behind the line of boys and girls, watching each of them perform one throw.
I had reached the end of the line, there was a girl here with long brown hair that was tied up in a loose ponytail.
I observed as she pulled her left hand back and then released the blade, throwing it forwards. Unfortunately, the girl didn't appear to have much muscle on her, so the knife ended up dipping and missing the target.
She then dropped her gaze to the floor, disappointed with how her throw had gone, my heart ached for her.
The girl was quite small, probably about how tall I was when I was at her age.
Approaching her on her left, I tapped her shoulder.
"What's your name?"
I asked her,
"Adele."
She answered immediately.
"Well Adele, hold your blade up again."
I instructed her, and placed my hand over hers as she lifted her left arm back, placing it at a right-angle as I had taught them before.
"Now, you are a bit like me when I was younger. I wasn't as strong as all the other boys, so I had to learn how to use my speed rather than strength at first."
I told her, my hand still resting on hers, I was bending down a bit to reach her eye level.
"Really? You were like me?"
Adele was smiling slightly, looking up at me.
"Yes really."
I winked back.
"So this time when you throw the blade, think about putting your whole body through it ; use every muscle you have and try to push it through the blade."
The young girl nodded and turned her attention back to the target, her face concentrating and determined.
I released my hand off hers and stood back a little as this time she threw the knife and whipped her shoulder and wrist through it perfectly.
I watched on in amusement as the knife struck the heart of the target - burying itself into the wood hard.
Her face lit up as her eyes followed the pathway of the knife.
Adele turned to me, a grin filling up her face.
"Now, keep practicing that and you will be the best in your class."
I said to the girl, before walking away as she raised another blade to throw it.
"Hey, Clary!"
I heard her call from behind me,
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"Anytime kiddo,"
I gave her a small wink before walking again.
{Izzy's POV}
The demon languages lesson had always been my least favourite, I never saw the point in it really.
Plus it didn't help that our instructor was the most boring man on the planet.
Gareth Branwell, he was British and had a thick accent, he had to be in his mid 50s at least.
Though, what was sometimes helpful is that he was so involved with his lessons that he occasionally forgot that the class was there and would begin muttering to himself about the history of demon languages.
Jace and I sat at the back of the room, we had both given up paying attention a while ago - understanding what Branwell was saying could be a challenge anyways.
"Jace, have you had anything from Alec about the LA Institute yet?"
I whispered to my left.
"No, but I'm getting worried now, Surely we should have had something by now."
Jcae hissed back, keeping his voice low.
"What if the Clave still hasn't heard anything?"
"They will have portaled in troops by now to assess the situation, so I'm sure that they know what's happened. Maybe they can't figure it out yet?"
Jace offered weakly, like him I was finding it difficult to make sense of what was happening.
I was about to ask Jace another question, about his thoughts from yesterday when the Greater Demon had entered the Institute.
When a thundering sound echoed around the room, snapping up everyone's attention.
"Dear Students and Instructors alike."
It was Miss Wrayburn, I recognised her voice instantly.
Jace shot me a confused glance from my side,
"You are all to gather in the Entrance Hall immediately. I have received new information from the Clave and the Consul has arrived and decided to deliver that information to you now."
"Instructors remain with your current class. Young Nephilim you are to remain with your instructor until further notice."
The speaker on the side of the wall fell silent dramatically.
Then there was a mixture of chairs sliding back and the sound of people's feet moving towards the door.
"Looks like we're about to find out about the LA Institute after all."
Jace murmured to me under his breath.
{Clary's POV}
The announcement had rebounded around the room.
Once Diana had finished speaking all of the students looked to me.
"Go and collect your throwing knives from the target and place them back on the wall."
I ordered, and the students obeyed quickly.
Next thing I knew I was leading them out of the Training Room and towards the building exit.
I turned around to say to them,
"We need to get there fast, you should all have your steles - activate your heightened speed rune."
I saw them all start pulling out steles and activating runes,
"We're going to be moving fast."
I spoke a little quieter, more to myself than anyone else.
Not looking back to see if they were following me, I sprung into life.
Darting through the exit doors and out into the crisp morning air, I started running, running fast but not to my full speed for the students wouldn't be able to keep up.
We were very far away from the Entrance Hall, so we needed to dash around the side of the school to get there.
Chancing a quick glance behind me I saw that the young Nephilim were managing to keep up fairly well, dodging the trees and thick root branches as we ran through a thicker part of the forest that was at the back of the school.
It was about late morning now, though the sun wasn't out. The clouds blocking out any course of light, casting on ominous shadow upon the Academy.
I started to slow up when I saw other students making their way to the Entrance Hall.
The hall was positioned so that you could access it from outside and inside, I had learned from Jace that it was the one part of the building that wasn't sacred ground - meaning vampires could enter.
The class was right behind me, jogging at my pace in a thick group.
I made my way through the archway and slowed now to a walk, my eyes darting all over the place to try and locate Diana.
At last they landed at the top of the staircase, where Diana had made her welcoming speech 2 days ago. Then she had delivered her speech with a small smile and an aura of organisation and order.
Now her face was stern but in her eyes I could see a frantic panic bubbling, she was obviously suppressing it so others wouldn't notice.
Next to Diana was a woman I recognised all too well, Consul Penhallow.
My students and I must have been the last to enter the building, as Diana called for everyone's attention.
"You have all been called here so Consul Penhallow and I can relay to you new information from the Clave."
Diana then gestured for Jia (Consul Penhallow) to step forward and take charge.
To my right I noticed a familiar fair-headed girl's face tense. Emma.
"The LA Institute remained unresponsive until early this morning around 5am."
Diana was now looking in the direction of Emma and Jules, waiting for their reactions.
"All institutes reported the same thing; the attacks were heavily demonic in origin. Meaning that a surge of demons raided and wreaked havoc on these institutes. Thankfully the Nephilim managed to fight off the demons, there were no reported casualties."
I could practically hear Jules and Emma both breathe a sigh of relief that none of their loved ones had been killed.
Diana was now looking at me, trying to convey something with her eyes but I couldn't figure out what.
"However, the reason I have interrupted your classes is because the demons should not have been able to enter the institutes initially. The grounds are protected by wards, therefore nothing of extreme demonic origin should be able to enter. With the exception of the Downworlder community."
I nodded as the Consul Explained, this was true, so how did the demons get in?
"The Clave have come to the conclusion that someone of demonic origin must have deactivated the wards from inside."
Everything seemed to zone out at Jia's next words, my vision went blurry and the image in front of me in slow motion.
"This being must have also had angelic blood of the angel to enter in the first place."
There's only one being in the history of Nephilim to have equal amounts of Angelic blood and Demonic blood flowing through their veins.
Me.
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