Clary POV
Jace and I followed Alec immediately. I could feel my hand go reflectively to my dagger tucked in my dress pocket. Alec lead us down to the basement were Magnus stood gawping at the room. He wore a shiny tux and his spiky hair was ruffled. "Magnus? What's wrong?" asked Jace as he too stared into the room. Soon he was wide eyed and shocked too. I walked to the door way and looked into the room. I saw nothing until my scanning eyes reached the left corner. In the left corner was a girl shying away from our stares who looked no older than fourteen, about Maureen's age. She had dark skin that shimmered a little in the light and she seemed to wear only a dirty long top. She looked very unclean and scared. "Oh my God," said Magnus still shocked.
"Jace! Jace!" I said trying to snap Jace out of his trance. "Go get a blanket ," I said rapidly. Jace slowly backed away and ran to get the items. I looked back at the girl. She was really tense and looked ready to harm anyone who touched her like an injured animal. "Hi, what's your name?" I asked as gently as I could. "It's ok, we won't hurt you," I smiled. Her tense shoulders seemed to relax a bit. Alec came into the doorway also staring at the girl. It was like who ever saw her got stuck in a weird trance.
"Maybe she's human," whispered Alec. As if on cue the girl stood up. Something abut her shimmering dark skin told me otherwise. Gradually wings started to form behind her back. They were a very dark purple with black tips.
"I don't think she's human," said Magnus.
"You don't say," I said sternly. The girl shivered and hugged herself. Luckily, Jace showed up with the blankets.
"So what did I miss," he asked calmly.
"Well, last week Austin chose Kimberly instead of Nina which was just a load of-" started Magnus.
"I think he means the child," said Alec. "Well it has wings." Alec motioned to the child. Jace stared at the wings in awe.
"She's too young to be an angel and too old to be a cherub plus they usually have white wings." Jace cocked his head to the side as if he were examining her. Suddenly, his eyes widened again as if he had realised what she was.
"What is it? Do you know what she is?" I asked curiously.
"Isn't it obvious? She's a female warlock!" exclaimed Jace. We all stared at the girl again and it seemed clearer. All warlocks had a strange but wonderful feature about them that showed they weren't human but children of Lilith.
"Magnus, do you think she is a warlock?" asked Alec. We all turned to Magnus. Magnus didn't look at us. He stared at the stepped closer to her but carefully and said something in what seemed like warlock language. After a minute, the girl replied and she seemed to speak it pretty well.
"She's a warlock alright. Pass me the blanket," he said to Jace. Jace passed him a quilt patched with images of little faeries in the woods dancing around a green flame. Magnus stepped closer to the girl and kept on walking closer till he was right next to her. He hesitated before wrapping the quilt around her shoulders. The girl flinched but pulled the quilt around herself as if the warmth would disappear. She then smiled. It wasn't the dazzling type, just a small one that showed she was grateful. However, the girl's smile wavered and she swayed a bit before collapsing. Magnus caught her just in time and checked her pulse and forehead. He was checking her body for injuries by the time we were all sitting beside him worrying about her. Nothing seemed wrong with her until Magnus touched her rib cage and his hand was sprayed with sticky red blood. We all looked in horror at the bright splash of colour on Magnus' hand before he said" Alec, get me two towels and some warm water. Now!" said Magnus with a terrifying urgency. I had never seen Magnus so serious since we met his father. Alec flashed out of the room in seconds and I could hear his thudding footsteps. "Clary, Jace, I need you to turn her on her right gently, ok," Magnus said. Jace looked at me and I nodded. As gently as possible we turned the girl on her side. She didn't groan or shout though. Without asking, I gave Magnus my dagger to cut the clothe. Magnus tore the =bloody brown rag and showed the wound. It looked like a pretty deep cut that ran from he rib to her waist. The horror of the wound was scary but the fact the girl didn't scream in pain was just creepier. She simply sighed and whispered sadly "Does this mean I have to return to my father?" The words brought up so many questions and heart break that I couldn't stand it. I picked up her hand gently and squeezed it. "No. We're going to help you, no one can hurt you." I felt tears prink by eyeballs. The thought of what kind of monster would do such a thing brought back memories, good and mostly bad. I looked down at her hand before realising that she had a rune on it. "Jace!" I gasped and I dropped her hand. Jace looked at me with shocked concern.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I don't think she's just a warlock."