As promised, I present thee with chapter two.
Remind me to say that for chapter three: "I present to thee, a gift, chapter three!" It Rhymes! Yay! So, yeah, heading off to church in a little bit ad I'm writing about a boy who has demon blood inside him. Yes, my pastor will be so proud of me.
So, yeah, um, Cassandra Clare owns allllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll! But I do wish she would give me Jonathan/Sebastian. *Sighs* My friend is totally gonna blackmail me with this.
CASSANDRA CLARE OWNS ALL! I also don't own the Lord of the Rings references!
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Chapter II: Valentine's Greatest Treasure
Jace crept through Delilah, making his way to Morganstern castle, yet again. Robert and Alec on his tail, following his every move, staying in the shadows like he was. All wearing back leather or fabrics, they would be mistaken for burglars, which they kind of were. The castle loomed over their head like a school, ominous and terrifying. (That's my description of school sometimes. Go with it.) The rooms were lit, though. They, the royal family might have just started eating dinner in the Grand Hall.
Jace's mind wandered to what kind of food they might be eating. Beef, pork, chicken, fresh fruits, and, for dessert, chocolate. He licked his dry lips and smiled, he hadn't chocolate in a long time. Maybe he could slip into the kitchen and steal some fro himself, Isabelle, and Alec to share. A small treat for them.
He was ripped from his thought when Robert asked, "What's the schedule tonight, Jace?" his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke.
Jace frowned up at the towering castle. "You stay here, keep a sharp eye. Signal me if there are any guards coming."
Alec was the only one who objected, "But, Jace-"
"Alec, let Jace do what he does best. He's quicker than us and will get the job done for us," Robert interrupted his son, quite rudely. "You're right for worrying about him. I worry too, but Jace is fully capable of a small trip like this. Like a cat, he is."
"It's just that-" Alec tried again.
"Oh, come on, Alec," Jace chuckled, interrupting the young Lightwood again. Would Alec ever catch a break? "Do you really think I'm incapable of taking valuables from the worst royal family the world has seen?"
"No, I just know-"
"Alec, stop interrupting Jace," Robert scolded.
"I'm not interrupti-"
"We'll signal you, Jace, if anything happens. Just get going now. The Penhallows are dropping by later. They need our help, Aline has fallen ill, a horrid and dreadful disease she's caught."
"I better hurry then." Jace made his way up the cold outer wall of the castle. He looked much like a lizard as he crawled, on all fours and his stomach almost touching the wall, his movements fluid. He mentally praised himself for being so brilliant once he was on the battlements he was on earlier in the warm afternoon. It was amazing how much the temperature could change in Idris. During the day, it could be nice and comfortably warm, the sun high and bright. But during the night it could be blustery and hypothermic.
Jace leaped onto a tower. Shivering from the cold, he crept through a window. He'd had to pick a lock to get in, which wasn't too difficult for someone for Jace's skills, but tedious nonetheless. He found himself in a large, lightly decorated bedroom. A grand bed lay in the corner by another window. It had a large, red canopy. He made a note to remember the canopy above the bed incase he was being chased by some stupid guards or knights. The room's walls were a gentle, cream color, but were decorated with things not so gentle: swords, knives, crossbows, vicious daggers, a scourge or two, and shields with different crests on them.
Blood was splattered on them in almost flowery designs. Jace froze when he gazed at he crimson stains upon the shields, the crests. They were the crests of recently fallen kingdoms. He was right where he needed to be, but not where he'd ever dared to think of venturing to, until now.
Crowned Prince Jonathan Christopher Morganstern's chambers.
Jace took a quick look outside the room, into the tall, hallways. There were no guards wandering the tile halls. They had to be on patrol elsewhere or guarding the oh-so wonderful royal family from harm. "Okay," he whispered, clapping his hands together once and rubbing them together, trying to warm them up. "Valuables . . . where are you?"
He tugged at a drawer. It was locked, that was a good sign, but . . . "I hate waiting," Jace said, pulling at it with all his strength now, and he was pretty strong. He finally let go, glaring at the drawer. "To Hell with this," he grumbled. He pulled his fist back and slammed it into the expensive-looking wood. He hissed in pain, but at least it was unlocked.
He pulled the drawer out all the way and dumped the contents onto the bed. Rings, tons upon tons of gold and silver bands with rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and pearls.
Having trouble deciding on what engagement ring to give your precious, little Clary? Jace thought mockingly, smirking. His golden eyes full of mischief behind the long, golden locks.
Many of the rings also had crests like the ones on the shields that decorated the wall of the crowned prince's wall. Maybe their prince liked to keep the valuable spoils of war in his room? he wondered. Jace simply shrugged and dumped the rings into the pouch that hung from his belt.
Now for the chocolate. He needed to move fast or Robert would think that something was wrong. He raced through the halls, there weren't that many and this was beginning to worry him. He made it to the kitchen after wandering around for a good ten minutes or more. A sea of servants, maids, and cooks bustled about giving orders or following them.
"This is going to be harder than I thought," Jace muttered, irritated.
He walked in casually and stole a hat off a cook, placing it on his own head. The cook didn't notice, though, he was too busy shouting orders at maids. A woman shoved a tray at Jace and yelled at him to take it into the Grand Hall. Jace nodded and looked at the tray and laughed. It wasn't chocolate, no, it was chocolate cake.
This was going to be a challenge, but fun. Jace walked out as another maid yelled at him to take another tray. He nodded and took it. He frowned. Decisions, decisions. Chocolate truffles? Chocolate cake? He was about to continue his act when he heard and saw two servants talking in a corner. He just stopped and listened to them.
"I heard the King talking-"
"Everyone did, he doesn't stop talking very often."
"I heard him talking about what this whole celebration is for."
The other one was suddenly interested. "What is it?"
"The anniversary of King Valentine's greatest treasure," the first one replied. "He was drinking wine when he suddenly blurted out that he never should have locked it away in 'the damn tower' that's in the Auranna Woods. It was about ten-years-ago or so. I don't think anyone knows."
"Um . . . how much wine had he drank?"
"You know the King. Jonathan certainly didn't get his amazing drinking skills from his father. We all know that Jocelyn still holds that trophy."
"So, what is this great treasure?"
"I do not know. He just says that as long as it is safe, he can endure the troubles he's having with Jonathan."
Jace grinned. A treasure that keeps Valentine going? he asked himself. Auranna Woods, easy enough to navigate, he'd done it multiple times, but there had never been a tower. He had been all over those woods. There had never been a tower. This was going to be fun.
(This is a line. His name is B.O.B. He's from a town called Twin Peaks. He's also a demonic presence/spirit. You'll be hearing from him a lot.)
"Valentine's greatest and most valuable treasure is locked away in a tower that nobody knows how to get to?" Robert asked, a thoughtful look on his face, it was really a grin, which was hidden behind his mop of dark hair.
"And it's mine for the taking," Jace replied with a dark, creepy grin. "Think about how hard Valentine will fall without his precious treasure to keep him going. We could run away from here, and take it with us. And Valentine won't be able to touch us, because we have his little prize."
"It will be a sight, Jace. Go find this treasure, and bring it back here."
"It shall be done, Lightworm."
Robert frowned, the strange, plotting moment over. "Don't call me that."
"Seems to fit what you and I do, right?" Jace said, still grinning. "We worm our way past guards and knights to achieve what we want."
"Jace," Alec said, finally speaking up. "I don't think you should go."
The golden-haired boy laughed. "And why not? I know the woods better than you, Alec. I'm the only one who knows those woods. I'm perfect, as always, for the job."
"But I kno-"
"Alec, stop interrupting Jace, would you, son?" Robert asked, in mock sweetness.
Alec rolled his intense, blue eyes and flopped back into his chair. "If it means that you'll let us sleep in late tomorrow morning. Sure, I'll stop "interrupting" you and Jace."
"Good boy."
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Poor Alec can't get a break, can he?
So, here I leave for now. I may not update for a while because of the wondrous thing called . . . *shudders* school. I enjoy it sometimes, but not always. I leave you with some deeply personal questions.
Are cars real?
Are bunnies all they seem to be? Or is there more to them?
What is coming from the North?
And . . . what is that behind you back?