Hey! So, it turns out that I really am sick, so I am staying home and writing a new chapter, mainly because I have nothing better to do, and I can't sleep. If I sleep, I won't be able to sleep later.

Anyway, Cassandra Clare owns all . . . except my plot.

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Chapter V: Two Emeralds

Jace wanted to laugh. He couldn't help it. The little, redheaded beauty was sitting with her arms and legs crossed and glaring at him, her cheeks red with either anger or embarrassment and puffed out. They were almost out of the Auranna Woods, and she had given him plenty of trouble. She had boneless, limp, and he'd had to drag her, literally, for a ten minutes before he finally just threw her over his shoulder. And that's when she started yelling, punching, kicking, slapping, and scratching him.

He eventually gave in and they stayed put for a day. Now, it was night and the stars were hidden by clouds, as was the moon, the only light they had was the yellow, red, and orange flames that crackled at their feet. Jace was getting tired of yelling at her every few minutes, he even had to take her with him to get firewood.

It was getting ridiculous, but it would be worth it. Valentine would break, he hoped, and Jonathan as well.

One of the things he was very much enjoying about this trip was when he got the little girl to blush. When her porcelain cheeks would turn a bright red, the shade of strawberries. "So, little girl, what's your name?" he asked, popping a grape into his mouth and tossing her one as well. "Or will I have to keep calling you that nickname?"

She caught the grape, looked at it . . . then threw it back at him. "You took me from my home!"

"A funny name, don't you think? Ever thought of changing it to something else?"

She didn't reply, but merely continued to glare at him. Her two bright, emerald eyes full of anger. She looked about ready to lose her temper, only making one of the rare smiles he graced people with to grow in a crooked way. "Again, seriously, little girl, what is your name? I have to know so I can tell Valentine I have you."

"You would dare to use me against the King?" Clary growled. "Have you no conscious in that thick head of yours?"

"That's kind of why I'm doing this," Jace said. "Ten-years-ago, he was a good king. Now? Not so much, everyone's living in poverty. Delilah is a mess, Lily is even worse off."

"Well, he must have his reasons!"

"I highly doubt that," Jace chuckled.

She seemed lost, but then she burst out saying, "What about Jonathan?"

"'Joanthan'?" he questioned.

"Yes . . . Prince Jonathan, What about him?"

Jace groaned. "No one's seen the crowned Prince outside the castle, no one. I've seen him inside, though, when your father beat me for stealing food. Always talking about a Clary or someone."

"But . . . how is Jonathan?"

"I've never heard someone call the Crowned Prince by his name without the title before," he said, smirking. "You like him or love him or something?"

"Well," she said, hesitantly. "It's kind of complicated, you wouldn't understand the situation."

Jace rolled his eyes and got to his feet and went about his now usual routine of making sure the girl wouldn't get away. He tied her hands behind her back and then to a tree with some room to move away. Hey, he wasn't heartless, although she would argue.

"But, back to the first subject. You gonna give your name, little girl?"

"Will you stop asking me questions and badmouthing the King, then?"

"If you give me your name, beautiful," he said slyly.

"I am Clary!" she shouted. "I am Princess Clarissa Adele Morganstern!"

Jace laughed. "That makes this even better!" he said between chuckles. "Valentine's daughter, right? This is too good. I knew I should've caught on when asked about my experience in kidnapping "princesses," but this is too good! Valentine's own daughter!" He leaned forward, his nose almost touching hers, her face on fire, and cocked his head to the side. "You also look like the Queen, too much like her. But you're younger."

The Princess rolled her two pretty eyes. "Do me a favor, handsome?" she asked, sweetly, batting her coppery eyelashes.

"And what is that, Your Highness?" Jace gulped. She looked very tempting at that moment. Her head held high, showing her neck, and the sleeve of her dress was pulled down to expose her shoulder.

"Go throw yourself in Hell." She was grinning?!

Jace recovered his composure, so it looked like he hadn't been staring at the beautiful princess. No. You see, that would make him look dumb. And Jace obviously wasn't dumb. "No can do," he replied smoothly. "I would be depriving the women of Idris of a wonderfully delicious temptation: Myself."

"I don't see how a girl could even begin to get along with you being so egotistical, boy."

"It's Jace Herondale, the stunningly attractive thief that has captured you and your heart."

"As if-Wait! Did you say Herondale?" Princess Clary immediately brightened up. "You're a Herondale? Then have you heard word of Stephen? I haven't seen him in years, not since I was five!" She had a big smile on her face. "He was almost like an uncle to me."

Jace chuckled in disbelief. He was completely confused. How could the princess have meet or known about his father? "Y-You knew my father?" he asked, quietly. "How? He's dead."

"He shouldn't be. After Mr. Starkweather retired from being Jonathan's tutor, Stephen Herondale took over the job. I was just a child at the time, but he taught me many things. Things about animals, more specifically magical creatures."

"A princess learning animal taming at such a young age?"

"Jonathan learned later, but since I was going to be put in a tower, with a dragon guarding me, I had to learn. At first, I didn't understand anything he taught me, but once I was in the tower and met Aurum, I finally understood. Took me long enough."

Jace sat down in front of her as she sat on her knees, yanking at the rope a little. "So, my father wasn't dead?" he asked, his voice barely above a horrified whisper.

"Did you think he was?" the Princess asked gently. "Well, he wasn't-"

"I got that much!" She flinched away from his sharp tone. He sighed and reluctantly said, "I'm sorry, Princess. Just go to sleep now."

"No."

"Are we really going to argue about this?"

"Apparently so, Jace."

"Clarissa, I'm in no mood."

"No, you're right," she replied, looking around. "You're in the Auranna Woods not in a mood or no mood. You're very observant. And don't call me Clarissa!" She smiled at him, gently and shyly. "It's just Clary."

Jace growled and lay down next to the redhead, her green eyes far too innocent. She was teasing him. It annoyed him. He teased her, not the other way around. How dare she. "Go to sleep," he seethed.

"Hmmmmmmmmm, let me think . . . Nope!"

"Why you little-"

"Not little. Short, but not little."

Jace ground his teeth together. "My patience is reaching it's end, Princess. You want to be silenced, emerald eyes?" She shook her head wildly, her green eyes full of fear now. "Good. Go. To. Sleep. Now."You still have beautiful eyes, you know? Jace thought sleepily before drifting off.

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Jonathan fell out of his bed, screaming his head off. The dream had come again. It came back to him whenever he closed his onyx black eyes. It haunted him, he could see his own face, but with dark brown hair. Sebastian. That's what Jonathan called him.

Magnus Bane was in the room before he had a chance to call out for him. The sparkly haired warlock was kneeling at his side and feeling his forehead. "Jonathan, what was it this time?" he asked.

"Sebastian came back," Jonathan said, shakily.

"He doesn't exist," Magnus replied. "Trust me, he doesn't. Valentine has searched the whole realm of Idris, there is no Sebastian like the one you described to us."

"But he gave me his last name this time!"

"What is it?" Magnus asked urgently.

"I-" His mind was blank. He remembered being told. He didn't remember what it was, though. Great. "I-I can't remember, but he looks exactly like me!" Jonathan dug his nails into his scalp. "That should be enough, right? Right?"

"It is," Magnus sighed. "But there is no one that we can find that is like you."

"He's out there! He's after Clary! I have to go to her tower! I have to find Clary!" Jonathan shot to his feet, only to fall again, his body feeling horribly weak. "Magnus, help me, I have to find her!"

"You can't go anywhere. Luckily, I know someone who's brother is going into those woods. I'll contact them and see if they can check on her," Magnus reassured him, patting him on the shoulder. "Now, get back to bed. I'll give you another sleeping po-"

"They don't work! What if this person you know isn't trustworthy?-" Magnus frowned and mumbled something that should not have been said to a prince "-No! I have to go myself and find her! Clary doesn't trust easily!"

"You'll do no such thing, Jonathan. I will go speak with your father. You're not leaving this bed for sometime. Just lie down and go to sleep, foolish boy." Magnus helped him up and put him back in bed. He ruffled the boy's hair and gave him a sleeping potion from his medicine bag. "Take it."

Jonathan, now too weak to argue, agreed and downed the horrible tasting liquid. Magnus left and Jonathan slowly drifted off to sleep after only a few minutes.

. . . .

"I am you, Jonathan," Sebastian said, a crooked grin on his face. "You are me. I am your blood. You are mine. We are the same. There's no escape. Lilith has taught me much, including dark magics. I am now free of you, you who slowed me down. Now, I will find Clarissa. . ."

. . . .

"NO!"

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Can I ask a question? No? Okay. May I ask a question? No? Okay. So . . . I hope you enjoyed this, but this sickness is really bringing me down, but I wanted to give you all another chapter. I don't think I'll be able to update again while I am sick. I just don't really feel like writing. Forgive any spelling or grammatical errors.

Have an awesome day!

Why am I on Middle Earth? I don't know. Why is Will Herondale singing All the Single Ladies on a Vaudeville stage with a cane? Oh. Now, he's twirling it. Okay. I'm too scared to ask him why he's singing All the Single Ladies.