I'm going back to school again. I will try to keep updating as much as I can. As, the for the fact that almost everything I write turns italicized . . . Why? I don't know why it's like that, but I don't like it like that. Please, tell me if any of you people who read this enjoy the italicized-ness of this story.
Anywhooooooooooo . . . this is gonna be a short one. Sorry. Still, I hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter III: The Warlock
After a few days in the Auranna Woods, Jace was beginning to get very frustrated. He had searched high and low, all over the woods, and there was no tower, not even a cave had appeared to him. "How hard can it be find a bloody tower?" he muttered as he stared at the brightly colored fire, as it protected him from the cold, dense fog that was almost like a damp blanket.
"That all depends on how vapid you are, Goldielocks."
Jace sent his glare upwards to meet a man with brilliant yellow-green eyes and spiky, black hair that was sparkling? What kind of man was this? He wore brown leather pants, a loose, navy blue shirt, a black belt with 'M's written in intricate designs, and black, leather boots. The man was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "So, where's your friend with the blue eyes?"
Jace scoffed. "I don't know what you're talking about," he lied smoothly.
"I've seen you around the castle, good job stealing the prince's rings by the way. Valentine is furious, but Jonathan has been more relieved since. Or maybe that could be my treatments taking effect."
The golden-haired boy laughed. "Really? Is that all you came for?"
"Yes, Jace, I came to thank you for that."
"How do you know my name?"
"The same way everyone in the kingdom knows mine."
Jace stifled a chuckle. "Yeah, uh, I don't know your name, it escapes me."
The man almost looked devastated. "I am Magnus Bane," he said proudly. He grinned down at Jace who shook his head. He sighed and continued, "The High Warlock of Idris, and second dearest friend to the Queen."
"Yeah . . . I've never heard of you."
Bane frowned and shook his head. "Now, I really do fear for the future."
"I would tell you to share your grieves and worries with me, but I am tired. I must sleep." Jace lay down, his back to the man, and closed his golden eyes. The grass tickled his face, making him smile faintly. Jace had but one weakness, and it was he was very ticklish.
"The tower isn't very far," the man snapped. "Go find your treasure, see what your father will think of you after this."
"My what?" Jace snapped his head up, but the man was gone.
Jace simply shrugged and lay back down.
. . . .
In the dream, Jace saw the tower. It was tall, with pure white stones, and a black roof. A golden dragon with silvery spines and tawny eyes. It suddenly looked at him, the tawny eyes dark and menacing. The blue sky suddenly turned a dark grey and a storm began to swirl above.
"The tower isn't very far."
"The tower is close."
"Go, Herondale."
"Your destiny awaits, my son."
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Now, a mature, young woman, Princess Clarissa "Clary" Adele Morganstern, skipped through the tower as if she was still a little girl. Her dress brushed her bare ankles as she walked across the stone floors barefoot. She liked being in the tower. She never wanted to leave.
Clary wasn't lonely, she had her friend Aurum, the dragon, and she had all the time in the world to paint. Sometimes Jonathan would send letters. They held stories that made her mind wander and jokes that made her laugh. She would then write them in a notebook so she could read them repeatedly, but it was comforting to see Jonathan's handwriting. The stories were filled with life, death, happiness, sadness, romance, and a humor that could belong to her brother alone.
The tower was where she had lived most of her life, and as much as she loved her brother, she belonged in the tower. She wasn't just about to leave her childhood behind. Clary decided a long time ago that if a knight or a prince were to come try to rescue her, she would turn them down. She had even painted such a thing happening. It was on the walls.
A loud roar broke her out of her thoughts. She ran to her window and thrust it open, looking out. "Aurum?" she called out. "Aurum is something wrong?"
The dragon did not reply, only continued to roar angrily. Clary sent her gaze downwards to see a boy arguing with her dragon. "Oh, come on," she growled. "You, boy, go away! I don't need to be rescued! I'm happy here!"
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I CAME ALL THIS WAY FOR A GIRL?!"
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I'm sorry that it was so short, but I think I ended it well. Tell me what you think. I hop you enjoyed it. I made Magnus Bane mysterious. I have waited a long time for this. My victory has come at last! Mwahahahahahahahaha- Huh?
What was I saying again?
Oh, yeah . . . No, I'm sorry, what was it?