i never found my flash drive so i decided to write a whole new chapter focusing more on Sebastian. i really dont like this chapter very much but oh wel.
Sebastian took another deep breath looking out his floor length window. The grass was greener than normal and the skies were bluer than the ocean. His dark hair was in all sorts of directions, the way he liked it. It was never messy though. His dark eyes watched a small bird fly across the cloud filled sky. He crossed his muscular arms across his well built chest.
As hard as he tried to focus on the bird in the blue sky, he couldn't shake off the feeling of an evil presence in Alicante. He had felt it for awhile now but really hasn't done anything about it. He turned around slowly to face his father at his doorway.
"You alright son?" Valentine asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm gonna go out for awhile." Sebastian said firmly.
"What about your lesson today?"
"I really don't feel like it today. I have a lot of things on my mind." He walked past his father, down the hall to the start of the staircase.
"Alright then" He heard his father say lowly. Sebastian ignored it and walked down the stairs and out the front door.
As he walked towards the gates of Alicante, he couldn't shake off the feeling. The flowers around the huge gate were colorful then ever. He smiled to himself. The city was beautiful, no doubt. The small stores and houses gave the city a special feeling whenever you walked through the gates. Walking past salesman, buyers, old couples, young couples and small children with their parents, Sebastian went to his favorite place in the city. It was a big hill with a small gazebo on the top. It didn't have a specific name to it. After walking up the steep hill, Sebastian sat down at the stairs and stared out unto the city. The citizen of Alicante looked like ants to where he was standing. Chuckling a little, he looked up at the gazebo. The first time he had came here was with his mother, father and little sister. The memory was burned inside his head like fire burning a house.
He was almost seven. He was wearing his favorite t-shirt that he had gotten that last Christmas. He was running up the hill holding his sister's, Clary, hand. Sebastian had kept joking he would push Clary down. Every time he had said that, Clary had screamed for him not to let go. That was years ago.
Clary lived in New York now with their mother. Sebastian was stuck here. With their father. He was forced to come here. Of course at first was excited. He wanted to come. But now, he felt he was letting go. He hadn't spoken to his mother or Clary in two months. Whenever he tried calling, no one picked up. He felt unimportant. Unloved.
He took his anger out on whatever or whoever he could. He was becoming rebellious to his father. Fought with other Shadowhunters. Disrespectful to any form of authority.
He was surprised the Council hadn't given him house arrest with all the trouble he caused.
It was quiet for a moment. Until he faint talking. He turned, staring down at the rest of the gazebo. He could barely see two figures moving. He stood up quickly and went to the side of the huge gazebo to hide.
"Do you think it will work?" He heard someone ask. A male.
"I'm almost positive. I'm gaining the Council's trust quicker than I thought. We should probably go over our plan later on tonight." He heard another male voice say in response.
The voices sounded so familiar to Sebastian, he just couldn't put a finger on it…
"Tonight? Why not now?"
He heard a sigh. "Gain the Council's trust? Check. Become apart of the inner circle? Check, well tonight, check. Set up an army? Not yet. We have to find as many rebellions we can."
Sebastian heard the voices become louder and closer. He stayed still.
"What about that Sebastian kid? Isn't the Council tired of him causing so much trouble here?" He heard the younger male say.
"They are. His lying, cheating, fighting and stealing is becoming worse and the Council feels that it's putting the citizens of Alicante in danger. Son, you should talk to him. Get to know him. See what makes him tick. He would be an excellent edition to our army."
"Sure I guess," He heard a groan. "I don't even know him. Now I gotta play nice with a trouble maker."
"It's worth it son. Don't worry."
Sebastian watched an older man in his mid-forties walk away. He was wearing a long dark robe; his hands were covered with white gloves. Sebastian stood up slowly trying to make out the figure. He knew he had seen him around the city. He had recognized his voice.
And what was this about an army? Why did they want him? Did the Council know? Did anyone know? He had to get more information.
"Sebastian?"
He turned his head to where his name was called. Radien.
"What are you doing here?" The dirt blond boy asked, confused and slightly panicked.
Sebastian smiled a bit. "The normal routine; getting in trouble."
Radien looked down at the ground and then back at Sebastian. "What did you hear?"
"Everything" He emphasized the word and watched Radien squirm. He might have not heard everything but he heard almost everything. There goes a lie. Well, almost lie.
Sebastian smiled at him, slyly. "What are you gonna do to keep me quiet?"
"Join us" Radien said simply.
"Explain it to me" He said, raising a brow slightly.
Over the next couple of weeks, Sebastian trained harder than he had ever before. He wanted to impress Bronxe, Radien's father. He wanted to gain his trust. Even though he was only pretending. He really just wanted to find out what they were planning.
He hadn't spoken a sentence to his father in weeks. His room, generally a clean room, was a pig sty now. He seemed to forget about everything besides this.
He felt like s secret spy. A secret spy shadowhunter. Nice.
"Sebastian!" Radien called him over a bench he was sitting on.
Sebastian jogged over, smiling. "What's up?"
"We should probably talk about the plan." Raiden looked around them. People were walking around, passing by them like they were no more important than a wooden pole.
Sebastian, reflexively, did the same. "Yeah, sure. Here?"
Radien shook his head slowly. "No. My house. Come on, we can't risk it"
Sebastian nodded his head, following Radien up a hill to a big white house.
Radien opened the door slowly and peeked through.
"Are you supposed to be here?" Sebastian asked, curiously.
"Yeah, of course. I'm just didn't want to barge in here if my dad was having a meeting." Radien explained. He opened the door fully and walked in casually. Sebastian followed and closed the door behind him.
The foyer was high-ceiling and had a huge diamond lamp in the middle, hanging. It kind of reminded Sebastian of being in a King's house.
He followed Raiden up the stairs to his room. The hallway wasn't long. His room was the first one on the right.
"Come on" He said, opening the door and entering his room.
Sebastian walked in and looked around. The room wasn't that big compared to his at home. It was more on the small side. It had to two windows on each wall, normal sized windows. He walked over to a small couch and sat down.
"So?" He prompt.
Radien smiled and sat down on the opposite side of the room on a small grey stool. "You obviously know my father is behind the plan."
Sebastian nodded slowly.
"Well, he asked me to help recruit and what kind of son would I be if I declined?" He smiled slightly. "The plan so far is for me to recruit as many people as I can, that I can trust. My father's plan is to build an army to go against the Council. To kill as many as he can and start a new form of government. In other words, he wants to rule Idris. He wants all the power. A dictator."
Sebastian's eye brows furrowed together. "So we kill? That's where we come in?"
"Basically." Raiden said.
"Oh" Sebastian said. I can't let this happen, he said to himself. I need to warn the Council.
"Well when are we gonna start?"
Raiden shrugged. "Dad said I have to recruit at least six more people. Good shadowhunters. Like us" He smiled proudly to himself.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. He had seen Raiden fight before. And well….. He sucked. "Well keep me posted then"
Days went by. Weeks went by and Sebastian still hadn't heard from Radien. He was starting to wonder if this was a joke or not. He hadn't told anyone anything. No yet. He wanted to wait for the right time. He didn't seem to know when the right time was though.
He sat at his desk in his large room. His legs were up, feet resting on the top of his desk. He had his arms folded across his chest. He was staring at a picture frame on his desk. He wished he was there; in the picture and not here.
Door bell rang. He just sat there. Still staring at the picture.
"Sebastian?" He heard, J'la, the maid, call.
"Yeah?" He yelled back.
"You have a visitor. A Mr. Raiden….?"
"Let him up!" He said, still no movements were made. You could hear his breathing clearly and the footsteps Radien was making down the hall.
"Hey Sebastian" Raiden knocked on the door lightly. Sebastian turned slightly to face the door. "Yeah, come in"
The first thing he saw was Radien's fair hair. Then his darkening eyes.
Sebastian stared at him, reaching for the picture frame and placing it down so you couldn't see the picture. "Hey, what's up?"
"Tonight" Raiden said sternly, not looking at the dark haired boy.
"Tonight what?"
Raiden looked at him then. His eyes were darker than a black hole, if possible. Sebastian stared at him, shocked. He finally looked at Raiden. His face was pale and he was dressed in shadowhunter gear. Head to toe.
"Tonight is it" Raiden said. "Tonight is when we attack"
Sebastian stood up slowly. "Time?"
"9pm sharp. We are meeting at the gazebo at top of the hill."
"Got it" Sebastian said. "I'm gonna put in some last minute training. See your way out?"
Raiden nodded. "Of course. Be there on time or we go without you." With that Raiden left the room, walked down the hall to the foyer, and left the house.
Sebastian waiting patiently until he knew for sure he had left. Once he heard the faint click on the knob downstairs, he sprinted down the hall to the training room.
He yanked the door open, startling his father. "Sebastian? What's wrong with you?"
"There's gonna be an attack on the Council tonight at 9pm" Sebastian said, looking on each shelf for his steele. "Damn it, where the hell did I put it?" he muttered to himself.
"What? Son, what are you talking about?" Valentine, confused and concerned expression on his face, asked.
"Dad, am I speaking Chinese?! There's gonna be an attack on the Council tonight!" Sebastian shouted, frustrated. He jumped up and down; reaching for the high shelf, where he knew for a fact his steele was up there.
"No one would be foolish enough to go against the Council" Valentine simply said.
"Bronxe Barge is!" Sebastian said, jumping up one last time and reaching his steele.
"Yes, I knew Raella was up there" He turned around to face hi father. "What are you doing just standing there? We have to warn them!"
Sebastian reached for his belt full or weapons but was caught by the arm. "Sebastian, stop it now. Stop making up thee immature stories for attention."
"I'm not doing this for attention!" Sebastian yelled at him, yanking his arm away from him. He reached for his belt again and fastened it on himself. "Why would I lie about something like this!?"
"Just like you lied about J'la and how she fell down the well in the city? Or how about when you said you weren't gonna fight another and the next day you were in one? Sebastian, how could I trust you?"
"Dad, can't you see from how I'm acting I'm not lying?" Sebastian questioned.
Valentine stared at his son with blank eyes.
Sebastian shook his head, slowly, disbelievingly. "I have to go" and walked out of the room.
He ran towards the beautiful city that was in danger. He knew he couldn't do this alone. He had a feeling, after his father that no one was going to believe him. Rushing, he looked around him. The sun was almost set. It was probably around 7:40. He had just enough time to warn them. That is, if they listened.
Once inside the glowing city, Sebastian ran to Accords Hall, where he knew the Council would be located. Passing Angel Square, he slowed his pace, especially when the Hall came into his view.
He pushed open the doors, interrupting a meeting.
"Sebastian Morgenstern." Someone said clearly.
He looked around to where his name was called. Bronxe.
"Can we help you with something, young shadowhunter?" Bronxe prompt, casually.
Catching his breath, he let go of the doors behind him letting them shut with a loud pang.
He couldn't say it now. Not with Bronxe here.
"Shadowhunter, can you speak?" Imogen said after awhile.
"Of course" Sebastian said, clearing his throat. "I – I needed to talk to—"
"Sebastian" He heard a voice behind him say. He turned around. His father was upset, he could tell. "What are you doing here?"
"Um" Sebastian looked at his father and then at the Council table. They were all watching.
"Valentine, it's about time you joined us" Imogen said, impatiently. "Is your son planning on joining us as well?"
Sebastian looked at his father. He was dressed in a long dark robe. His Council robe.
Valentine shook his head. He looked over at Sebastian. "Let me speak with him for a moment." He took Sebastian's arm forcing him outside.
"What the hell?" Sebastian said, yanking himself out of his father's grasp.
"Go home. You are embarrassing me." His father said sternly.
"Dad! Why aren't you listening to me? I'm trying to warn you about danger and you're acting like you don't even care."
"Son, I'm tired. I have a long meeting ahead of me. I don't need this now. Go home. I'll be there soon."
Sebastian face twisted to disgust. Lying?
"Is there a problem?"
Both men turned to face Imogen near the doors of the Hall.
"Yes there is!" Sebastian said almost yelling. "The city is going to be attacked tonight."
"Oh. By who exactly?" Imogen spoke with no worry in her smooth voice. Her facial expression didn't change either. Sebastian was starting to think no one was believing him. Hell, he wouldn't believe himself if he was them.
"Well I can't exactly say out loud. But you guys have to believe me." Sebastian felt he was begging for a new puppy. No one was believing him. He was alone.
Imogen shook her head slowly. "Valentine, I won't stand for this kind of behavior coming from a strong shadowhunter. If he mentions this "attack" again, I'm going to have him leave. For good. The citizens and the rest of the Council with call this treason. People will see him as a traitor if he continues with this non-sense. They will beg the Council to take him out of Idris."
Valentine nodded slowly. "I understand Imogen. Thank you." He took Sebastian's arm, roughly and forced him down the stairs of the hall. Sebastian looked back. No one. He had no one. His own god damn father wouldn't believe him.
He watched Imogen walk gracefully back into Accords Hall. She shut the large hallow doors behind her.
"That's it," Valentine said once they reached Angel Square. "One more mess up or embarrassment and you're done Sebastian."
Sebastian yanked arm out of his father's strong grasp. "What are you talking about? A mess up?" He took a step closer to his father. "You think I'm still lying? After all this?" He shook his head slowly and blinked a few times. He chuckled slightly and mumbled, "My own father"
Valentine watched as he basically hit every nerve in his son's body. He didn't know if Sebastian was trustworthy. After all these years, he didn't trust him. He didn't know if he ever could. And now, he still didn't. Now that Sebastian was standing in front of him, heart broken, he still didn't believe him. He tried but just couldn't.
The wind wisp around the trees around them. The small fountain in the middle of the square still looked beautiful after all these years. The clear water was full of colorful fish of every kind, swimming around freely. The houses and buildings around them were a deep gold color due to the set sun.
Sebastian looked up at his father. He could see the disbelief in his dark eyes. He had to make someone believe, but he had no one. Shaking his head, he ran quickly past his father back up the stairs of Accords Hall.
"Sebastian! Come back!" He heard his father's cries but ignored them.
He was going to make the Council believe him. He had nothing but his home to loose. And that was surprisingly okay for him.
Bursting the doors to the hall, each and every one of the members around the large stone table looked up surprised at him. "I know you don't want to hear it, but there is going to be an attack tonight on Alicante and I need someone to believe me. Everyone's in danger that's in the city. We have to evacuate soon or people are going to die."
Imogen stood up first and then Bronxe after.
"This is it" Imogen said loudly. "Sebastian Morgenstern, I, Imogen Herondale, forbid you ever to step foot in Idris ever again unless called upon."
His mouth dropped open. He didn't think she was serious.
Valentine jogged into the Hall in time to hear the last words of Imogen's voice.
He turned to Sebastian, his head looking down at the ground. "Let's go then" He announced.
"And Valentine?" Both Morgenstern men turned around. "You must stay."
"Are you almost packed?" Valentine stopped at Sebastian's door, peering into the empty room. There was nothing but a huge suitcase on the large bed.
"Yeah almost" Sebastian picked up the suitcase off the bed and dropped it unto the wooden floor.
He watched as his father pulled out a small silver phone and dialed a number. It was so quiet he could here the ringing on the other line.
"Jocelyn, I need you to take Sebastian." Was all his father said.
