Disclaimer: I don't own Mortal instruments, or any of its amazing characters.
~ 1 Year Later~
It's been a year since The Boy burned his father and his mother. During that year he never left the house, never opened the curtains, the windows, or the doors. People passed by and it soon became known as the Demon's Home, or the Black Wizard's Camp. The barn was never rebuilt, and the garden that used to be beautiful died and floated away on the wind, joining his parent's ashes.
But that's not what this story is about. This is about him making his way to the top, and living through the darkness. The way everyone can, if they try hard enough. Things must get worse before they get better.
"Meow."
"Good morning to you too." The Boy walks down the stairs, black cape swishing around his white pants and bright yellow shirt. "How do I look?"
"Mrr… owr?"
He laughs, stretching out on the cold floor next to his cat. "I don't remember you being this vocal before. But I guess then I had other people to talk to."
"Mew."
"So what shall we do today? Stay inside and draw, stay inside and practice spells, or stay inside and read?"
Chairman Meow is in the middle of responding when there's a crash outside, causing the Warlock to jump up and spread out his hands, ready for a fight.
"What was that? And before you answer: no, I'm not going to open the curtains and check."
There's another crash followed by a bang and a few shouts of "Burn the Black Wizard!"
"Burn the Black Wizard? Must they try this EVERY month?" He grabs a book and begins to read, not wanting to get involved and cause even more trouble. Every month the villagers have banded together to burn his house down, but every time they'd get close and chicken out.
This time is different.
"Do we want Wizards in this town?"
"Yes, Wizards are healers!"
"But do we want Black Wizards?"
"No! Black Wizards are murderers!"
"So what are we going to do about it?"
"Burn the Black Wizard!"
A window shatters and The Boy ducks to avoid getting hit by glass and the torch that follows.
"What in the world?" He closes his eyes and focuses; pulling the water from the river… allowing it to flow freely into the house… and nothing happens. "I can't think! We have to get out of here, come on Chairman!" They dash out the back door, stepping into the sunlight that neither of them have seen in months.
"There they are! Burn the Black Wizard!" Villagers pour in from everywhere, surrounding the Warlock and his Companion.
"No, you don't understand! It was an accident!"
A man steps forward, his pitchfork catching the light and sending it directly into The Boy's eyes. "Accidents don't exist, Wizard. You killed your parents on purpose so you could have their land to practice your spells!"
"No, you've got it wrong!" Everything is happening so fast... I should have prepared better… But there is ONE spell that I can do. The one I promised never to use again…
But as the villagers step closer, he knows that it's his only option. "Chairman, get down! It's about to get hot!"
Before anyone can react, a blanket of fire covers the ground, occasionally shooting tiny flames at the villagers. It doesn't stop, instead spreading across the river and through the houses, eating everything in its path.
The people stop moving, staring in shock as they become covered in flames.
No pain. The Warlock notes, slightly annoyed. Maybe this spell isn't meant to hurt.
A young man, probably 20-ish, steps forward and reaches towards the Warlock, who lets him put a hand on his shoulder.
"You... did this. Make it stop!"
"I can't. You brought this on yourself."
"Our families are innocent!"
"Are they?" He glances around at the place where he grew up, watching as it burns the same way the barn did. "I don't think they are."
The Boy walks away, and once he's sure no one can see him, curls up underneath a tree. Maybe I'll burn to. That would be nice. After all, it doesn't hurt, and I don't want to stay here forever. Eventually the voices and noise of a healthy city die down, leaving him alone. The only sounds are the crackle of flames as they inch closer and closer to their Master.
Dear Child… you've made quite a mess.
"Who are you?" The Warlock opens his eyes, much to his dismay, and stares at the figure in front of him. It's a man dressed in a white robe with the hood pulled down over his face.
I am Brother Jeremiah. What is your name, Child?
"My name doesn't matter. Where's Chairman Meow?"
Your cat is fine. He is in the hand of our most trusted Brother. But I think the more important question is… what are you? You do not seem surprised to hear my voice in your mind.
"I've heard voices before. But not all of them are good."
We may be able to help you. But first, what is your name?
The Warlock looks around at the former village, completely empty except for a few Silent Brothers. He then glances down at a puddle, shocked at what he sees. The cat's eyes that looked so... unnatural, now seem to fit in with the rest of his face. A tiny flame dances in each of them, begging to be used. He looks up at Brother Jeremiah, and almost apologizes for everything that he's done. But at the last second he changes his mind, mouth stretching into a smile.
"I'm Magnus Bane."
Note: Magnus may have seemed a little... odd, in this chapter, but that's because he's an eleven year old who just burned down his whole village. Who wouldn't be? I'm not trying to portray him as evil, just showing that perhaps when he was younger the magic didn't mix well with him. In the next chapter he'll be completely normal, as its present time. Thanks for reading, please R and R or I'll never be able to improve!