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She didn't remember falling asleep; yet somehow she awoke on the sparky couch in the main room of Magnus' loft. She stretched her arms out above her head, yawning greatly. What had happened last night? The last thing she could remember was Magnus claiming that Will... No. She must've dreamt that up, there was no way that his story could be true; it was too far-fetched, even for her, (and she had seen some very far-fetched things in her one hundred-fifty some years). Besides, if her Will was alive, surely he would've come looking for her. Right?

"You're awake," Jem's voice drifted from the doorway. Tessa looked up to see the boy leaning against the doorframe, his dark hair messy. Tessa nodded as Jem began to make his way over to her.

"Do you remember much of last night?" he asked softly.

"I remember Magnus heartlessly lying to me in saying that my husband was still alive!" Tessa said bitterly, instantly regretting her words. Jem winced as she said 'husband'. Tears threatened Tessa again; she took a deep breath to steady herself.

"Tessa," Jem began, following her example and breathing deep, "Tessa, I do not think what Magnus said is a lie." Tessa looked at Jem in shock.

"What are you saying Jem? Will would, he would never-"

"I know, Tessa, believe me," Jem sighed, "But, Tessa, do you remember the other day when I went to visit Magnus?" Tessa nodded, Jem let out another long sigh.

"Magnus called me here, saying he had some sort of important news about the past. Of course, I thought this only meant some old photos or a trinket of sorts. Anyways, when I arrived here, he instantly took me into this hidden room. Believe me dear when I say hidden, the thing was cloaked in so much magic and glitter, I was nearly suffocating. So, when we finally were alone in the room, Magnus apologized to me numerous times, the same way he did last night. I asked him why exactly I had to forgive him and he replied vaguely that he thought I should be the first person to know. Tessa, By the Angel when he told me I was sure he was pulling my leg; but then, he pulled out these letters. Letters, Tessa, in Will's hand! I would recognize it anywhere. They were all dated recently, and he was mentioning such modern things," Jem shook his head, "I swear I would've told you before we went to see Magnus, but when he called he said he wanted to be the one to tell you. I did not know what he, well, what he was, though. However, looking back it seems quite obvious."

Modern Day: Cadair Idris in Wales

He stood at the top of the mountain, his coat tails flying behind him in the wind. Wales rolled out before him, bumpy green hills, and the remains of ancient castles in the distance. This place held so many memories; memories of automatons, angels, blood, and Shadowhunters. He smiled, reminiscing on the past.

"Gwilym," his grandfather called; he pivoted around to see the man approaching him.

"Yes," he replied, meeting the man's deep blue eyes, so similar to his own. It was remarkable how much they looked alike; in fact, to an onlooker, the two could have been brothers. That was immortality for you.

"Gwilym, we had best be going soon, the boys are getting bored," a spark flickered in his grandfather's eyes, "And we all know what happens when the boys get bored." He rolled his eyes, he knew exactly what happened, he had made the mistake of leaving them alone for an afternoon by themselves. Those poor sheep. He shook his head, turning back for one last mournful glance, before following his grandfather back towards the troops.

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