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A cloud of dust fluttered out of the cupboard causing Jace and Clary to turn away and cough. Across the room George tried to mimic his parent's actions but instead he burst out in an infectious giggle. Jace wafted his hands about until the dust had finally drifted away. As the couple looked inside the cupboard they found a pile of boxes, photographs and letters. "Let's put them on the dining table. So we can have a proper look." Clary suggested pulling as much out of the cupboard as she could carry. Jace followed closely behind her bringing the remainder of the things. They spread the boxes out across the table and made a pile of letters and a pile of photographs. Jace pulled the largest book forward and opened in. Inside the box there was a selection of carved wooden toys. Clary reached inside and pulled out a baby rattle, the rattle had flowers much like daisy's engraved across the handle and hanging off the small hook was a golden belle. "These are beautiful Jace. I wonder who they belonged to" Clary said, her voice full of curiosity. Jace took another toy from the box, it was very similar to the one clary held and also had flowers engraved on it. This toy had a small knitted teddy bears attached to the top. He gently set it down and took another look in the box. A small blanket was neatly folded and tied with string. Jace lifted the blanket out and found a photograph lying underneath. "Who do you think this is?" Jace asked. He passed the picture to his wife. The photo was in black and white, it showed a small child sat happily in a pram holding the rattle clary had already found. One the back of the photo wrote in beautiful hand writing was a name and a date. 'Oliver Thornton November 23rd 1764.' "I'm not sure." Jace finally answered. "Let's keep looking."
Placing the items back in their box Clary moved the box to the side, ready to open the next one. Clary pulled the next box forward. The box felt different to Clary, even though it was more a less identical to the last box a strange tingling sensation passed through her nerves as she held it. Hesitantly Clary removed the lid. Inside Clary found a small glass bottle half filled with perfume. Clary removed the lid and sniffed the bottle but due to its age the perfume had lost its flower filled sent and smelt more like a rotten egg, much to Clarys displeasure. She quickly put the lid back on the bottle and looked towards her son. George was still sat happily playing with his toys. Clary was glad that he was too young to understand the situation they were in and hopped it would be like this forever.
She turned her attention back to the box much like the other box there was also very old photograph. Clary hesitated before she touched the picture there was something strange about it. With her hand outstretched hovering just millimeters over the photo she looked at the details of the photograph. The photo was of a woman, dressed in a tight laced corset, completed with a skirt covering the woman's feet and trailing on the floor behind her. It was clear to Clary that the photo must have been taken on the woman's wedding day. Finally, clary picked up the picture.
As her hand connected with the photo Clary drew a sharp breath, she stumbled backwards but luckily Jace was able to catch her within the curve of his arm. Clarys vision blurred and a bright light blinded her making her shut her eyes tightly. As her eye lids fell closed Clary felt another tingling sensation sweep over her body and suddenly an image appeared in her mind. The woman she had seen on the photograph was laid on her back out in the field surrounding the property. At first Clary thought the woman was wearing a red dress but as she concentrated on what she was seeing she realized that the truth was much more disturbing. The woman's dress wasn't red, instead it was a very pale pink covered in the woman's crimson red blood. Clarys heart pounded against her chest as she let out a piercing scream which pulled her back into reality.
Clary went limp in Jace's arms and he gently lowered her to the floor. George began to cry after hearing his mother's scream. Jace didn't know what to do. He looked from his son to his wife "Clary? Clary What happened?" He asked, carefully studying her expression. "I-I-I'm not s-sure. When I touched the picture, I saw her, in my mind but-t she was covered in blood. Jace I think she was dead." Clarys eyes where filled with horror. Jace pulled her body close to his chest holding her tightly. Eventually Clarys heart rate returned to normal and she pulled away from her husband. "You carry on looking I'm going to see what food Alec packed and see if I can make something to eat." She pulled George into her arms and cradled him until he settled his cries. Jace nodded silently and clary left the room.
Jace studied the second box, he wondered who the lady was, whether she was a shadowhunter? Or was she a mundane? And how was clary able to see her when she touched the picture? Jace picked up the photo expecting to maybe see what clary saw, but he saw nothing. Feeling slightly disappointed Jace turned over the picture, on the back there was a name and a date. The photograph was taken on the same day as the one of Oliver. The woman's name was Cassandra Thornton. Jace studied the picture looking for any abnormalities or clues as to who she was and how she died but he found nothing. Placing the items back in the box and closing the lid he moved on to the other items they had found.
Jace picked up a handful of letters the first was addressed to a Mr J Thornton, this had to be the original owner, didn't it? Jace flipped over the envelope and pulled out the crumpled piece of parchment. The letter read:
Dear Mr J Thornton,
This letter is the order of the Clave. You are on your last warning. It is the order of the Clave that you and your family return to Idris on the 27th of November and await your trial. Failure to do so will result in shadowhunter soldiers locating yourself and your family and you shall all be executed upon site.
Inquisitor.
October 31st 1764
Jace studied the letter even for the clave this seemed extremely unusual. Why was the clave threatening to kill the Thornton family? He put the letter down and moved on to the next one. Inside the envelope was a love letter written to Mr Thornton from his wife. The letter was clearly written before they were wed as it talked about Mrs Thornton's hopes for their wedding day and the future. Jace felt a tear form in the corner of his eyes, just like himself and Clary the Thornton family had dreams. Dreams cut short and lives ruined with a deadly ending.
Jace sat alone for another half an hour or so reading the letters they had found. However, nothing gave any indication as to who Mr J Thornton was or what happened between his family or the clave. Every so often Jace would hear Clarys voice echo from the kitchen and it would make him jump. Eventually Jace gave up on their search leaving him with more questions than answers. He left the boxes and letters on the table and left the room.
"Find anything?" Clary asked as Jace entered the kitchen. He shook his head "Nothing. A couple of love letters and one from the Clave demanding to have them come to Idris but nothing more." George was sat on the floor munching a couple of custard cream biscuits "What food do we have?" Jace asked. "Not a lot, only have enough for today and a bit for tomorrow. We need a microwave and a kettle. I know the eclectics crap but we need to eat." Clarys voice was hollow, it didn't display much emotion Jace couldn't tell whether she was angry or not so rather then speaking he decided to pull Clary into his arms.
Jace slid his arms around Clarys waist and spun her around so she was facing him. Jace could tell that she had been crying. Clary hung her head low so she wasn't meeting Jace's eyes. "Clary… Clary?" he whispered Jace gently touched her chin with his fingertips, pushing her head up to face him. He looked into his wife's eyes. They sparkled with tears, her face was pale, sad. "Clary we can sort something out okay?" Clary shook her head and launched her body at Jace's. His arms held her tightly, her hands wrapped around his neck and the tears that rolled down her cheeks soaked through his shirt. Jace pushed her slightly away from him. Clary flattened her hands against his chest. Without speaking Jace tilted his head and leaned down towards Clary his lips pressed against hers.
Clary felt the strength of Jace's muscles where her hands rested. Much to Jace's surprise Clary slipped her hands back around Jace's neck and interlocked her fingers. She pressed her body against his and kissed him again. Their lips locked together and didn't want to part. Clary tasted his lips, sweet and addictive. She let herself dissolve into the kisses, Jace's grip on her tightened and her groaned against her lips. Clary found herself wanting to feel his body against hers, wanting more and more. Her lips parted as their kisses got deeper. Jace lifted clary up from her waist and sat her on the kitchen counter. Clary wrapped her legs around his waist holding his body firm against hers. She didn't want to let go of him. She let her tongue dance on Jace's lips until he met it with his own. Clary felt her heart beat slam against her chest. It had only been a few days since their wedding but Clary realized just how much she had missed the feeling of Jace's body against hers and how she longed for the taste of his lips.
"ME ME ME Kiss!" George shouted, making his parents separate their lips. Clary rested her head on Jace's shoulder and closed her eyes, Clary found herself focused on his heart beat. she heard Jace's voice but didn't take in what he was saying, she hadn't realized she was still exhausted but right now Clary didn't have the time to be tired.
"MAMA!" George shouted causing Clarys eyes to fly open. The sound of her son upset sent shivers down her spine. Clary separated from her husband and picked up her son. George had eaten all his biscuits and was covered in crumbs. Clary sat him on the counter and dusted them off. Jace placed a soft supportive hand on her back "I'm going to see if I can find a map or something, so we can find the nearest town." He kissed her forehead softly and left the room.
Jace walked into the dining/living room and stopped. He looked at the table he had been sat at and all the boxes and letters where gone. The table was clear. Jace's eyes scanned the room his hand clutched the dagger he always kept hidden in his belt ready to fight. Step by step he searched the room. It was clear and Jace knew that nobody could have gone upstairs without them realizing, the house was far too old and the floor boards creaked far too much for anyone to move silently around the house. Jace moved towards the cupboard he and clary had emptied earlier, the doors where closed and the cupboard was locked up tight.
"Clary!" Jace shouted "Clary come in her something wrong." Clary rushed into the room holding George firmly against her chest "What is it?" she asked, with a notably amount of panic in her voice. "The boxes and l-letters" Jace stuttered. "I left them on the table when I came into the kitchen but now they're gone and the cupboards locked." His body was stiff the dagger still clutched tightly. The couple stared at each other lost for words. "Where's the key?" Clary asked. Jace looked around the room but it wasn't visible. He quickly reached onto the book case and pulled down the book they found the photograph in. he flicked to the fourth chapter where they found the photograph and the key earlier but the book was empty…
Somebody or something had put the boxes and letters back in the cupboard and taken the key with them.
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