Disclaimer: I don't own shadowhunters or any of it's charecters.Don't worry, Alec will be here soon but, unfortunately, Camille is staying for a while. ;)
Chapter 3
The hall was crowded with shadowhunters, Warlocks, vampires, werewolves and seilies. (probably spelt wrong, sorry) Magnus took his seat next to Raphael Santiago, the leader of the New York vampire clan, and groaned.
"I'm guessing this is the last place you want to be, huh?" Raphael said.
"What made you think that?" Magnus asked.
"Intuition."
Magnus glared at him.
"Oh, come on." He carried on. "This won't last that long and you will be back in the arms of your wonderful girlfriend in no time."
Magnus knew that he was being sarcastic when he had said 'wonderful girlfriend'. No one hated Camille more than Raphael.
"No need to be rude." Magnus snapped. Raphael scoffed.
"Dude, why are you dating her anyway? She's a bitch!"
Magnus scowled. "I do not need to discus my private life with you."
"But I'm the only one you can discus it with."
Magnus didn't answer. He was right. His friend, Ragnor Fell was long dead as well as his mortal friends. Izzy, Simon, Jace and Clary. There was a short moment where Simon would have been with him, but he was able to regain his mortality. Annoyingly.
Magnus was saved from answering when the Inquisitor took his place on the stage.
"Welcome!" He boomed. "I assume, you all know why you are here. The Solitas has been gaining power and we have been doing nothing to stop him! We need to do so before he takes us all over!"
There was a chorus of murmuring. The name 'Solitas' was deeply feared through out the shadow world. No one knew what he looked like, how old he was. But there were two signature things about the Solitas. He always wore a trademark black clock with a hood that covered his face. But even with that cloak on, you could always see his eyes. They were a bright, shining silver. That was his warlock mark. No one knew what the real colour of his was but no one really cared.
"The clave has had reports that there have been sightings of the Solitas and his men around one certain woodland. It is our guess that that is where they are staying, for how long we do not know. The Clave also had the idea to send another Warlock into those woods, as a scout. Once we have found enough infomation as we need, we will be that much closer to defeating the Solitas."
The crowd was silent in shock. That was practically a suicide mission! Did the Clave really think that that person would survive? Or at least return to Idris unharmed?
"We need a volunteer!" Yelled the Inquisitor.
No one made a move. Magnus sat in his chair, thinking. Maybe he should do it. He would be honoured when he got back. If he got back. And would it be such a big deal if he died, anyway? Then he could be with Alec and the others forever.
"Don't even think about it." Hissed Raphael. Magnus just looked at him apolageticly before raising a glittery hand.
"Me! I'll do it!"
Everyone was now staring at him in shock. Was he insane? Did he know what he was signing up for?
"Well,well,well." Said the Inquisitor. "Magnus Bane. High warlock of Brooklyn. Are you sure?"
There was an eerie silence, everyone was waiting for Magnus' reply. "Certain."
Gasps chorused through the room and the Inquisitor smiled a sly smile.
"Very well, then. Mr.Bane, you leave first thing in the morning. We are all counting on you, don't fail."
"Not in my vocabulary." Magnus smirked.
"ARE YOU INSANE!?" Camille yelled at him. He had returned home, expecting Camille to be proud of what he had done. But he got the opposite reaction. "It's a suicide mission!"
"Camille." Magnus said, calmly. "This is me we're talking about. I'm indestructible."
"Yes. But this is also the Solitas we're talking about. AND SO IS HE!"
"I'm not planning on fighting him, just finding out infomation so that we can fight him. I won't be gone long. I promise."
Camille stared at Magnus, frowning.
"Alright." She whispered.
"Thank you."
"I'm coming with you."
Magnus neally choked on air.
"You most certainly are not!"
"Yes, I am." Camille walked in cicles around him. "And you can't stop me."
"I could try." Magnus said stiffly.
"And you would fail."
"Not in my vocabulary."
Camille scoffed. "That word is in everyone's vocabulary, dear."
Magnus' jaw tightened as Camille got closer.
"I. Am. Coming." She hissed in his ear.
