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Clary's POV:

She held her breath as somebody passed by in the hallway. She was sure she was close to an exit now. It was getting colder. She tiptoed away from her hiding place, and silently opened a door in the left side of the corridor, not having a clue where it would lead to. But then again, she didn't have a clue where she was.

As she opened the door, she immidiatly heard the voices. The fine hairs on her arms raised, and her body tightened. It was Jonathan. Leave it to her, to stumble into the wrong room at exactly the wrong time. Geez. He was sitting with his back to her, so he hadn't noticed her. Yet. A big sillouette with black wings was peering out of a broad window. As quick as possible she started closing the door. What she hadn't forseen, was the massive croak the door made.

Both Jonathan and the strangers gazes where on her now. She squeeled low, and smacked the door. She ran down the dimly lit corridor, speeding up as she heard their voices behind her. Her heart was racing, adrenneling pumping through her system. She took a right turn. Then a left, and then a right again. She looked back while running, but she couldn't se them or hear them. She stopped and tried to catch her breath. She felt really weak from the running and the adrennelin had burned away. She continued in a slower pace.

Suddenly, a huge bewinged man was infront of her. She screamed and stumbled backwards, tripping over her own feet. He had been behind her, how was he in front of her now?

"Secret corridors are quite usefull" he told her, patting the book case wich he had come from. He took a few steps towards her, and she crawled backwards, knowing she didn't have a chance at escaping. She just didn't wan't to have to touch him. Ever.

She bumbed into something warm and hard. She looked up to se Jonathan standing there, grinning down at her. She backed a bit away from him to. She was totally trapped. But to be honest, she prefered Jonathan over the wing man. She seriously hated him. So she stayed more in Jonathans side.

"We didn't realise you were awake, but now that you are, would you care for a chat in the dining room? Maybe some food?"

"Am i right, when i say i don't have a choice?" she asked. She knew he wasn't the kind of guy you should piss of, she could feel that would be a very bad idea. But she really wanted to. Just a little.

"You most certainly are" he said, very formal. The words sounded wrong coming from him.

She eyed him, trying to figure out what he was and what he wanted. He seemed powerfull, he was absolutely gorgeus, and he lived in a castle. The second thing something she didn't want to admit. But his black eyes just started into hers, not revaling anything to her, or anyone else. Like empty shells.

No one said anything for a minute or two. She realised they where both watching her, waiting for her to get up so they could escort her to the dining room. She realised she couldn't get up. Her legs felt like to heavy bricks, and they weren't responding. She felt lightheaded, and she was particulary hungry, thirsty and tired. Basicly, she was so drained from energy that she didn't think it would be possible for her to ever get up again. Crazy. She should be very alert, seing as she was in very dangerous company, but she couldn't. Did not have the power for it. Strangly, it didn't matter that much to her, she realised. She was to drowsy to care. She realised she was starting to drift of, because Jonathan was no longer Jonathan, but an enormous stick of pink chewing gum.

She felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, and her vision became clear again. The winged guy was right besides her. He'd pinched her arm, and a big red mark was blossoming.

"It's dangerous falling asleep here. Get up"

She didn't look directly at him, and slowly tried getting up. One leg at a time. She steadied herself with a desk, leaning heavily on it. She had never felt so drained and hopeless. The wing man gestured for Jonathan to go first into the corridor, then pushed me along. I silently began to walk. Each step was just as hard as the last one. The walk seemed to last forever..

Magnus POV:

He saw a person, apart from Isabelle of course, standing where the next turn was. Isabelle spotted him at the same time, lighting up.

"Do you think he knows something?" she asked him.

"Let's find out!" he answered her, setting up his pace.

As they reached the corner, he got a shock. It wasn't just the one man. Houndreds of people, women, children and men, where lined up. They were all poorly dressed, and unbeliveable dirty. Their lips were dry and bleeding, their skin was cracking.

He tried not to stare at them too much, and turned to confront the man they had first spotted. He too, was dirty and ill looking. His hair was nutty brown, his eyes deep blue and sad. His clothing was hanging loosly around his body, and he had dark circles under his eyes. He looked about the same age as Isabelle, but he was clearly the one in charge of all the people.

"Hello" the man said, giving Magnus a little shock.

"Hi, i'm Isabelle" Isabelle answered, shaking his hand. "and this is Magnus" she said, flipping her head in his direction.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Eric." he said. He stood there looking at Isabelle and then at him. Then he spoke:

"You are obviously new here. You don't look so bad yet" he stated.

"What?"

"Oh sorry, but let's face it, the rest of us don't exactly look healthy." he said, making a side way glance at Isabelle. Magnus mentally rolled his eyes.

"What is this place?" Magnus asked.

"You don't know?"

"Do we look like people who know?

"Oh"... Eric said. "Well, there's no easy way to say this, so i'm just going to say it. Your in Shadowland."

"We know that. Were talking about this maze. What is it doing here?"

"It's here because our king wishes it to be here" he said, looking puzzeled.

"Explain that, please?" Isabelle said, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"This is our enternal punishment. All of us here" he threw his head in the direction of the people, " have been punished, for working against the king."

"But that's horrible! What kind of king would do that?" Isabelle said.

"Our king." Eric said bitterly. His face frowning, before continuing.

"Lord Yadiel is the new ruler over shadowland. He got to the throne about 6 months ago, by killing our old king. Everything changed. Thing got very ugly in the towns, and that's when we starting working against him. We all have diferent stories, but basicly we were all kaptured, and sent into this, this... Thing..." his disgust for the king was so obvious, you could practicly feel it in the air.

"Have you tried escaping?" Magnus asked.

"Of course. We tried everything. Nothing worked."

" We might be able to get out, if we work together." Magnus said, putting plans together in his head.

"Do you think?" Eric asked, his voice filling with hope. "Do you have the power to do that...?"

"I think it might be possible. Maybe... But we have to try! we do.." Magnus said, glancing at Isabelle. She gave him a reasuring nod.

"We'll do it tomorrow. The day is about to end, so we have to set camp." Eric said.

"We've only been her a day? one stinking day!" Isabelle said rather loud.

"Calm Izzy." Magnus said. Getting worked up about their situation wasn't the best thing to do.

Then Magnus and Eric followed Eric into the stream of people. They where beginning to set up tents, or something simular to it, made out of clothing, Magnus guessed. Eric went into a very small one, and they followed him inside.

Isabelles POV:

There was an old, rather impressing lady, sitting on a very dirty rug. She was wearing heavy wooden jewelery in bright colours. It was hanging from her ears, her neck, around her hands and ankeles,and braided in her hair. She was wearing a orange shirt, and a purple skirt in ankle length. He hair was white, and sitting in a odd neat way. Her eyes where crystal blue, and very wise looking.

"Guys, this is Ella. She can se the future, and she is also very intutive. Please sit with her, while i do some buisness" Eric said, and then rushed out of the tent before Isabelle could even blink.

"Sorry about his behaviour, but he is very stressed. Please sit, Isabelle and Magnus." Ella said, gesturing them to the carpet.

Isabelle sat down. The rug was suprisingly soft.

"Hello young one." She greeted Isabelle.

"You seem very old in your spirit. I can't quite figure you out" Ella said, looking at Magnus.

"I'm a Warlock" Magnus answered her.

Ella nodded.

"You must be a shadowhunter, then?" Ella said.

Isabelle nodded. Ella was intutive indeed. She was suprised when the old woman took Isabelle's face between her wrinkled hands. Ella looked into her eyes, so deep that Isabelle at a point felt shy. It was like Ella could se her soul. Finally, she drew away.

"That is a tragic story, young one. This, Clary. Do you love her much?" Ella asked, taking Isabelle by suprise. It was Magnus that answered.

"We all love her. We have to save her."

"And that is what your other trusted friends are doing right now?" Ella asked.

"Yes."

"They will not make it without you. If you don't stand together, you cannot defeat lord Yadiel, and it is important that you do. More important than you think it is. Do you understand?" Ella asked, looking at both of them, very serious.

Isabelle felt a bit nervous about Ella.

"Yes."

"Good. Now, would you two like a cup of tea? They say i make the best." she said, her smile wrinkling up her already wrinkled face.

Eric POV:

All he could think about was the beautifull Isabelle. Her long dark hair, and her sparkling eyes. He had wanted to kiss her soft lips, and take her in his arms, just hold her there forever. But he knew he couldn't. Not yet at least. He checked in, and saw that Isabelle was asleep in Ella's tent. He told Ella goodnight, and set of, to get the peace of sleep.

Jace POV:

They were still in the woods. He didn't know how long they had been walking. He had lost track of time. Isabelle and him just kept on walking, not speaking, not thinking. Just walking.

Alec's POV:

He made it into a big room. He looked around, and saw another person looking directly at him. At the same moment, Alec felt all his thoughts smash together, and he remembered again. That blond boy was Simon! He stepped out on the floor, and found that it was soft. Kind of like sand. Simon did the same. As they stepped out, the walls seemed to move, blocking the entrances, except for two.

Both Simon and Alec gasped as they saw who stepped out of them.

"Clary!"

"Magnus!"

They yelled at the same time.

Simons POV:

Simon's heart was so filled with joy, he couldn't se, he couldn't hear. He only saw her. Clary. And she was alright. She was perfect. Right now, she was smiling at him, opening her arms. He went to her, embracing her in a tight hug. But the second Simon touched Clary, she pulled out an enormous butcher knife, and slised over his throat like it was toast bread. Right before he died, he knew he had been foolish. Of course it wasn't Clary.

Alec's POV:

"SIMON! NO"

To late.

He saw Simon's head dropping on the floor, rolling around before setteling down. The blood was everywhere. Alec started to move, towards Simons direction. But he was stopped by Magnus. The fake one. He looked at Alec and began walking towards him. Alec backed away, not wanting to get close to him. The fake Clary was dissapearing with a smug laugh on her face….

Isabelle's POV:

The sun was burning her skin, toasting her. They where all holding hands, forming a very mishaped circle, since they didn't have enough room to make it real cirle shaped. They were supposed to concentrate, when they resived the sign. Focus on every good thing that had ever happened to you in your life. Use your powers (if you had any), to break down the maze. She felt Ella pressing her hand lightly. That was it. That was the signal. She passed it on, and then began channeling all the good energy she could.

What happened next was undescribeable. A white shimmering light kept growing and growing, at last swallowing them all. Isabelle closed her eyes, enjoying the situation. Some time later, she felt the light dessapearing slowly, but firmly. She didn't open her eyes at once. She didn't know if it had worked. But she was guessing yes, because people were laughing and yelling. She opened her eyes, suprised to se, that they were standing in a meadow. The grass was green and juicy, the suns was setting down, making the sky pink. Isabelle hugged Ella, smiling. They did it!

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