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With George in her arms Clary looked around her new home. "It's really dusty" she stated. Jace crossed the room and opened the sliding window "It won't be bad once its aired off a bit." Jace moved back to Clary and wrapped her in the circle of his arms. "It will be okay we will work it out." Together they took off the dust covers to find beautiful solid oak furniture. "Oh Jace, it's like being back at the institute" Clary said. Jace didn't reply, he didn't want to think of his old home as he didn't think he would ever be able to go back. The first room they uncovered was the living room, as it is a very old house they had no TV and very limited electricity. The couple had turned their phones off to stop them from being traced. Other than the company they shared between them they were alone.
After a few hours the majority of the furniture was uncovered and the family were sat in the master bedroom while Jace built Georges new bed. Clary had decided that she wanted George to sleep in the same room as them so she could be with him at all times. Clary unpacked the small amount of clothes they had and placed them in the wardrobe and George was desperate for his father's attention and wasn't happy that he wasn't getting it. "DaDaDaDaDa!" he shouted. Jace shuffled over to his son and kissed him softly "I'll play soon baby" Jace was trying his best not to let his fear show but he choked on his words catching Clarys attention. "Jace?" she asked. "What is it?" Clary looked towards her husband and noticed the bags under his eyes and the paleness of his skin. Jace looked up at her "I'm alright. Just tired." The brave face he was trying to pull didn't fool Clary, she sat on the floor next to him and wrapped her arms around him. Jace clung to her tightly refusing to let go. "Jace please don't get upset in front of George." She whispered "I know it's hard but he needs to see his parents happy, he's confused." Jace let out a sigh and separated from Clary. The couple didn't speak again other than to George. Once his bed was built clary took her stele and traced over the engraved runes activating their powers. It took longer than usual to get George to sleep but eventually he settled down and happily snored away in his new protective bread.
Clary watched as her husband paced up and down his side of the bed "Jace come lay down. You'll wake George." She whispered but Jace hadn't realized she had even spoke he was too lost in his thoughts "Jace" she said louder pulling him back into reality. Jace spun on his heals to face her and Clary saw the tears running down his cheeks "Aw Jace what is it?" she asked even though she knew the answer was obvious. "How can we live like this Clary?" he asked. "were in the middle of nowhere completely alone. We have no idea where the nearest town is, we have no money, our bank cards will be traced if we use them. What are we supposed to do?" he shouted causing George to let out a mumble in his sleep. Clarys words came out in a long stutter "I-I-I don-t-t Know-w" she answered. Clary stood up and walked over to Jace but he quickly moved away from her "Jace I know it's hard be we will figure it out. There will be an investigation into the clave and they will see that what they did to us was wrong. People won't stand for it. We could go home..."
"Don't you understand Clary!" Jace shouted "We are never going home. We don't have a home anymore because as soon as they find us here where going to have to run again." Clary took another step towards him but Jace didn't react, she reached out a hand to hold him but he pushed her arm away. "Jace our Family won't stand for it things will change…" Jace's temper had risen as high as it could go, his face had turned red and his hands clenched into fists.
"Clary even if that is possible and you and George went home I never could" Clarys face displayed her confusion "What do you mean?" she asked. Jace's face suddenly changed it no longer expressed his anger, instead it showed fear. "I killed a man Clary." His voice was still "Even if you go home I won't, they will lock me up"
Clary had forgotten how the man held the dagger against her throat and how Jace had slit the man's throat killing him in one swift movement. Subconsciously Clary raised her hand and felt where her throat had been cut. The wonderful had healed but there was dried blood scabbing on her neck. "Jace you didn't have a choice… he would have killed me." She whispered, realising the emotions which were running through Jace's mind. Jace finally met her eyes "I know Clary and I'd do it again to keep you safe but the Clave will twist everything, say I'm like him… like Valentine." Clary remained silent for a moment unsure what to say. She knew Jace was nothing like valentine but she also understood that Valentine damaged Jace's self-esteem in ways that couldn't be fixed. "Jace, please come to bed." Clary whispered. Jace shook his head "I need to think" and he turned and left the room without turning back.
Clary stood in the middle of the room and listened as Jace shut the door and walked down the stairs. A harsh cold wind swept through the room and sent shivers through Clarys bones. Slowly she padded over to the window and pulled it shut ensuring it was locked and the curtains where drawn before she laid on the floor next to her sons bed he held his tiny hand as she cried herself to sleep.
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Down stairs Jace sat with his head in his hands whishing this was all a bad dream. He heard Clarys muffled cries from upstairs but couldn't bring himself to go and comfort her. He lifted his head and looked around the room. The words Clary said earlier echoed in his ears "Oh Jace, it's like being back at the institute". Jace rose to his feet and walked over to the folder of paperwork Maryce had given him. He had only briefly looked over it before but hadn't really taken in any of the information. As he pulled out the piles of papers he looked at the photographs of the property he saw the bright warmth of the happy home it used to be. The pastel colored walls had photographs hung everywhere. the which light shined illuminating the place where he was sat. The which lights here where different to the ones in the institute rather than illuminating the room they illuminated were ever the shadowhunter wanted them to as if they could read minds. Jace looked up at his reflection in the mirror and the wall the mirror hung shone with light. Jace only glanced at himself for a few seconds he didn't want to see his face. He killed a man without a single doubt and although he had good reason to do so he couldn't stop thinking about how the man's family must be feeling and whether they could ever understand.
Jace turned his attention back to the papers and he found a log book from when the cottage had previously been used. This cottage was the holiday home so it was only used in the summer months but each visit was documented and signed with an italic signature. Jace found many logs from Maryce's mother and farther and eventually he found one that Maryce had written as a child. The log read "it beautiful here, it's as if the rest of the world no longer exists and we are free." Jace read the log over and over again absorbing their meaning, although once Maryce saw this home as a peaceful retreat Jace saw it as his own little taster of hell.
Jace rummaged through the papers again feeling the tears burning in his eyes and found a hand written letter. The paper was old like a piece of parchment. It wasn't addressed to anyone in particular instead it read to the owner of countryside cottage. Jace opened the letter a read the message within.
In order for this letter to be read the cottage must have a new owner. Unlike other typical holiday homes countryside cottage has its own abilities. This cottage does not appear to mundaneor any ordinary shadowhunter's, instead it only appears for those who seek protection and have the purist of hearts. To be inthe cottage you have been selected by the angels who honoryour service against the demon world in your time of need. This cottage has its own wards of protection which will prevent trespassers, all anyone else will ever see will be a field filled with daffodils and daisy's. However,I must warn you that this magic is delicate and thereis always a possibility that the wards maybe broken. If this was to happen the cottage would appear to others and will attract curiosity from mundanes.
If the wards are ever broken the house will give you a warning, I cannot say how exactly as the house has many factors which are far from comprehendible. The Panelingwhich borders up the space under the stairs is in fact a secret door with a permanent locking rune engraved on the inside. once you are in the room activate the rune from the inside. the panel will no longer be able to be opened and if it is broken all that will be visiblefrom behind it will be a brick wall.
Although the house may look regular it has the power to change, one day a room may appear and another it will not. On the darkest of days,the cottage will be your light and in the toughest of wars it shall be your armor.Treat the house with respect and it shall respect you. On the ring you have been given there should be 5 keys: one each for the front and back doors, another is a master key for all of thewindows and asfor the remaining 2 keys their purpose may never been known.It is believed that one of them leads to the source of the houses power and others believethat within the room one of the keys unlock is the pathway which angels come down on to earth and the pathway to communicate with them as they watch over us. The door to these rooms have only appeared to havebeen found once before and the stories within the roomshave never been told.
Read my words carefullydear shadowhunter as the knowledge of the house is very important if you wish to stay here. You are a chosen one and that means that with the cottages support you will have immenseabilities. However,if you choose to use these abilities to dark purposesyou will be banished from thehouse and stripped of your runes. There is a manual that explainsthe abilities of the house and how they are believedto have occurred but bearin mind these are only theory's the true secret is one which can never go passed the spoken words of the past.
Take care fellow shadowhunter remember that in this house you are never alone.
Jace's hands trembled as he read the letter, what did it mean? How could a house posse's its own power and have disappearing room's? He looked around the room suddenly feeling uneasy. Jace looked at the time and realized it was almost 10 o'clock. Jace peered around the side of the curtains but as they were in the middle of the countryside there was no street lights leaving Jace staring in to the never ending blackness. Jace flattened his hand against the window stretching his fingers out pressing his palm against the glass.
A floor bored creaked in the next room and Jace's head spun. He removed his hand from the window letting the curtain fall shut but what Jace didn't know was that another hand was now pressed against the window from the outside. The hand had mirrored Jace's without him knowing. As the hand pulled away its print was left on the window for Jace and Clary to find when they woke up the next morning.
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