IMPORTANT A/N: Hey! Long time, no update!

About that... Sorry. =/ I've been having lots of homework, exams and no inspiration. So yeah, I'm finally updating! Yes! So, so sorry for the long wait. I'll probably make you wait next time, too. But, well... Sorry. BUT, I have an idea so I won't keep you waiting without an update for so long! It's a good idea, I swear! It's kinda like this: I will play my iPod on Shuffle and write a very, very small (and the occasional really big) one-shot for each song. It wil have many pairings and genres, so you will be able to ask for any song and any plot. So, yeah, that way you are happy and I can make something out of my non-existent creativity & very-much-terrible author's block. How do you like the idea?

Also, would you mind if I start writing in first person? I feel more comfortable with it and you would get to see some more of Magnus' thoughts on everything... Just tell me if you don't like the idea, though.

Please read the end, too!

After a whole day had passed by, Alec hadn't had any luck trying to wake up Magnus. So, in the end, he just laid down beside him tried to hold back the tears from fear. What if he didn't wake up? What if he was...? No, he couldn't be. He was breathing.

Alexander cuddled up against his boyfriend and fell into a restless sleep.

Alec was happy to discover Magnus was up once again the next day. None of them knew what was going on, though Magnus had his suspicions; but he kept his thoughts in secret, arguing that he had to investigate first.

After a huge breakfast, Magnus headed to his study in silence. Alec was still worried, but not as much as he was before, so he kept his worries to himself. He went on with his chores while keeping an eye on his boyfriend, watching him from afar everytime he passed by the open door that led to his study.

The Lightwood boy called his siblings, just to let them know Magnus was up again. They sounded as relieved as he was. Maybe this was just a one time thing, right? Maybe it wouldn't happen again. For some reason, Alec didn't believe that was true. Something was going to happen today, he knew that. He just had a really bad feeling about today.

Alec stood behind the kitchen's counter while speaking to Jace excitedly on the phone about a new rune Clary was working on. It was a survival rune, called that way because it would be able to keep shadowhunters without eating or drinking anything at all in several days. It still had flaws, but it sounded promising.

Both teenagers suddenly heard the Institute's phone ringing out of the blue. Alec wondered who could be calling the institute that day. They stayed in silence for a few seconds before Jace went to answer and left Alec to his own thoughts. They didn't hang up, though, and Alec waited patiently for his brother to give him the news. Jace already knew his parabatai would want to know who had called and why.

After some minutes had gone by, the golden boy came back. Alec had gone to sit on the couch and think about the current events.

"Alec, the clave is in trouble." His voice sounded terribly worried.

The boy, of course was curious. The clave was full of pride, so it had to be an emergency. What had so much importance that they had to call for help to the Institute?

And so, the Lightwoods made plans to go to Idris.

"We're leaving for Idris in an hour," Alec announced as he went to his and Magnus' room to start packing for few days.

Earlier, in Idris:

The clave had so much to discuss, yet it was only one thing; the multiple suicides that had been going this past month. The mystery about these suicides was that they had no letter, no note, nothing that related them to each other. All those 4 shadow hunters had killed themselves without leaving an explanation.

But there's always an exception to the rule.

The clave reunited around the letter. One of them prepared himself to read it out loud. He stood tall above the other, wearing a gown. All the shadowhunters in Idris went silent as he stood up and read the letter wit steady voice. It was a suicide note from one young girl. It was the only clue they had. It said:

"Something big is coming...

...And I don't want to be here when it does."

Silence faded away as soon as people finished reading the note. People muttered their thoughts under their breaths, voicing their opinons around to other shadowhunters.

Everything was stopped when the Earth started moving. An earthquake.

All the shadowhunters, scared, ran towards the nearest objects, holding onto them as if their life depended on it. It probaby was true. Screams filled the room. People running, holding tightly other people's arms to keep themselves from falling over. Some curled up on themselves on the corners, some even crying.

The furniture moved and fell, crashing, some on the wall and other on the floor. People that were clutching onto those objetcs ended up being crushed by them. Many people were unconcious after the 10 seconds.

In the next 15 seconds, cracks were barely staring to be visible on the walls.

Finally, it all stopped.

Everything was silence. Everyone held their breaths. They were scared, to say the least.

There was a loud roar in the Northern hallway. It was supposeddly empty, since it led to some bathrooms and storage rooms. But it didn't seem so empty right now.

2 people, a man and a woman, walked to the hallway, curiosity taking the best of them. No one said anything. They just watched those two persons walk away. Some other people started taking action in other ways - they ran towards their steles and searched frantically for a place to write so they coukd send a fire message.

Then they heard the woman's scream.

Some shadowhunters, the bravest, rushedly stood up and ran towards the sound.

What they found there was horrifying,

The boy suddenly stopped packing.

The reason was a t-shirt laying on the floor. It was bloody and had two long cuts on the back.

It made him remember his wings.

Oh...

How was he going to hide them?

Alec tried thinking of his options. He could hide them in his usual baggy clothes, but he knew his wings would eventually flutter and someone would notice the movement.

He could tie them up or put a binder... No, he discarded the idea completely. He knew it would hurt too much.

He could... Magnus! Maybe he would have an idea. How had he not thought about that before?

Hopeful, he walked out of his room and into the warlock's study.

"Magnus, I need a-"

He cut his sentence short when he noticed his boyfriend's head was on the desk, soft snores could be heard in the silence.

"No, no, no, no. Not again." Alec said while rushing to his boyfriend's side, "Magnus, wake up! Magnus!"

No, this couldn't be happening. What was going on with Magnus? Desperation-filled thoughts were going through his mind. Over and over, his mind would say "no" to the possibilities. He couldn't understand what was happening, much less process it.

And all of the sudden, a burning sensation burst through his wings. And, by the angel, did it hurt!

Alec gasped in pain, wincing. He tried to reach out a hand to touch his wings but the pain was too overwhelming - all he could do was curl up into a ball and wait for the torture to end. It was too much for him to bare.

So wait he did. He focused on his breathing, on Magnus' soft snores and on the burning sensation that was slowly wearing him off.

15 minutes later, it was over.

Now, a new torment began.

Itchiness. On his wings.

Because obviously, if something could get cramps, it could also get itchy, Alec thought bitterly.

He gently took his wings, one in each hand, and began scratching.

Until he felt something on his wings.

The raven-haired boy widened his eyes, scared. If anything was scarier than having wings popping out of your back, was having something you couldn't see popping out of your wings. What the fuck was that? Why did it feel like it could be pulled out of his wings?

So he pulled the thingy. And it hurt like hell. The itchiness was still there, but he ignored it. Alec was determined not to stop now. So he kept pulling the thing, and quickly put it in front of his eyes to examine it.

He sighed. Maybe out of relief. Or maybe even out of annoyance.

The thing was a feather.

A/N: So, yeah, that was all. I hope you liked it. I'm really having a hard time introducing this new threat. I've never written a new villain, so this should be an interesting ride. BUT if anyone is willing to help me write this villain, I'll be more than happy to write you a one-shot (or two-shot, even), all for yourself - any pairing, any fandom, any plot you want. Feeling up to it?

Love,

Belle.