Chapter 3
It was eleven-forty-five when Clary, Jace, Isabelle and Alec made their way to Taki's, Clary wondered about the not-working portals and wondered if it as the work of Sebastian. But when they walked through the door, Magnus had saved them a table and was waving them over.
"Well, I'm packed, it was a long and painful ordeal, but I am packed. When do we head out?" Magnus said, looking perky.
"Tomorrow." Izzy said. Magnus glanced over at them.
"Well, you Shadowhunters definitely are quick in your work. In fact a friend of mine came over to say goodbye, she should be here any second now." Magnus said, smiling. Alec raised his eyebrows at Magnus's words.
Soon, a girl with dark brown hair and gray-blue eyes walked in, she spotted Magnus and smiled, walking over.
"Magnus, it's nice to see you, what's this I hear about a boat to Idris?" she asked, sliding into the booth next to Clary.
"Tessa, always a pleasure, portaling is down and the Clave wants me to accompany these Shadowhunters." Magnus said, he looked pleased to see Tessa,
"Are you a warlock?" Izzy asked, looking over at Tessa, Tessa laughed and shook her head.
"Sort of, my mother was human and my father was a demon but I don't have a demon's mark, and my abilities are a bit strange." Tessa said,
"Cool." Came Maia's voice, she, Jordan and Simon had arrived and seated themselves in the booths.
"So, how many boats are going?" Jordan said, changing the subject. Clary looked over at Izzy, who had gone to Mayrse when they got back for more information.
"Ours and two others with some Shadowhunters from around America." Izzy responded, it was then when Kaelie came to take their order, they all gave their orders and Kaelie left.
"What time tomorrow?" Simon asked, glancing around, he had always felt safe at Taki's probably because it was Downworlder central. There were other patrons nearby, but they paid Simon and his friends no attention and went on with their business.
"Around nine." Clary said, contributing to the discussion, Simon nodded and Kaelie returned with their drink orders, after giving the lunch order everything seemed to be in order, by Simon couldn't help but feel that this was sudden, but that was Nephilim for you.
"Alright, meet by the ports at eight-thirty?" Alec asked, there were nods from all around. Kaelie arrived with the food and no one talked much as they ate, after everyone was finished, Tessa paid for the meal and they all parted ways, Simon, Magnus, Maia and Jordan back to their apartments and the Shadowhunters back to the Institute.
While they were walking Isabelle stopped to visit a shop, and Alec said he had to do something, leaving Clary and Jace alone on the New York streets. Jace put his arm around Clary's shoulders and Clary saw a girl her age shoot her a dirty look. Clary simply snuggled closer to Jace, who grinned in response and kissed her head.
"You've got training." Jace whispered, Clary burst out laughing.
"Wow Jace, never thought that I'd ever call you a mood-killer." Clary teased, Jace's eyes took on a new glow,
"Oh really? Well, if you want I can set the mood for just the two of us in bed…" Jace said, squeezing her closer to his body.
"Jace!" Clary said, pulling away from him, but there was a smile on her face,
"Yes Clarissa?" Jace said in mock formality. Clary sighed.
"Training it is." She breathed. Jace just chuckled.
Mayrse sat at the desk, after talking with the Silent Brothers and getting them to remove the pair of angel wings that Sebastian had sent, Mayrse really wanted some time to relax, but, with everything that was happening, plus portaling not working, that seemed impossible.
Not to mention the situation with Robert, Mayrse loved him, but Max had been the one to keep them together, and now that Max was gone, Mayrse feared that they would drift apart, she was proud, maybe too proud to admit that she needed help.
Mayrse sighed, and remembered what she had told her daughter, that love was dangerous, and that Isabelle should never love. But Isabelle did love, Mayrse could see it in her eyes, she loved that Daylighter vampire Simon, and as much as Mayrse didn't want to feel this pain alone, she knew that her daughter was happy like this, and she hoped this trip might be something memorable.
Clary paused as she looked over all the seraph blades, part of her training was to be able to recognize good and bad weapons and be able to pick the right one for the situation. It was then when she heard a voice, Clary knew this voice, and she thought she'd never hear it again; it was the voice of Ithuriel, the angel that she and Jace had found in the Wayland Manor.
"Trust in what comes. They mean no harm. They will help you. On the path you follow." Ithuriel's voice whispered, Clary was stuck in a flash of images, one of a pair of golden eyes, like Jace's but narrowed and full of malice, a flash of clear and yellow, leaving a trail of sparkles, a bird of fire taking to the air, and a dark shape with a red aura surrounding it.
The power of the images overwhelmed Clary, and she fell, and that was how Jace found her, laying on the ground of the weapons room, deeply unconscious.
Jace's eyes widened; and it took him mere seconds to get to Clary and to kneel by her in worry, what happened to her?
"Clary? Clary! Clarissa wake up!" Jace yelled, he never felt more afraid than he did now. Clary stirred but didn't wake, "Clary!" Jace called again; this time she opened her eyes to see him cradling her close.
"Jace?" Clary whispered, the images were fresh in her mind and she didn't know what to say.
"Clary, what was that? Why did you fall?" Jace asked.
"Ithuriel, he sent me more images." Clary whispered,
"He did? What images, tell me Clary." Jace crooned, he was still in minor shock from finding her collapsed on the ground.
"A pair of eyes; like yours, but evil, some yellowish sparkles, a fire-bird and a dark thing." Clary whispered, clutching Jace's shirt close to her, Jace saw a single crystal tear fall down her face.