AN: This is were the second part begins. I know, the first part was short, but I want to focus on the second part after Sawyer turned against the Wizard. Because, in this story the Wizard is really evil, though in the musical he was just addicted to being viewed as wonderful and everything. This is where the Mortal Instruments characters will appear first. It's mostly written from Alec, because he's my favourite character, and I relate to him most. This contains spoilers for the first three books, it happens after City of Glass, after Magnus and Alec returned from their vacation.

Alec Lightwood had after a few months being on a vacation with Magnus returned to New York, and stood before the Institute. Magnus had come with him this far, but would go home.
'See you soon, sweatheart,' Magnus said, and he kissed him.
Alec had gotten used to that now, though it had been awkward to him at first. When Magnus broke away, Alec saw his father standing in the door opening.
'See you soon,' Alec returned, before looking at his father. Magnus disappeared, he probably used magic so he wouldn't have to go by metro all the way to Brooklyn.
'There will be a council meeting tomorrow, Alexander,' Robert Lightwood told him, 'It is requested that you will be there. We will be leaving for Idris now.'
Usually, nobody was obliged to go to council meetings. Most people did, though, but Alec not often. It appeared to him, that nobody took him really serious when he spoke. Alec often wondered if it was because he was young, only eighteen, or if it was because in their opinion, a gay shadowhunter wasn't really a shadowhunter.
'Now?' Alec asked, 'But I just came back. Can't I see Jace and Izzy first?'
'No,' his father said, 'We won't stay in Idris long, but the Clave wants you there. Catarina Loss already is here to make a portal.'
Catarina Loss was a female warlock who mostly worked as a nurse. Alec didn't know her well, but Magnus did. She was a close friend of his, he had told him.
'You know, Alexander, sometimes I wonder if I did something wrong, something that caused... what you are now.'
Alec at first stared at his father, in disbelief. Alec had thought his father had accepted him. Well, he hadn't said much about it to him, but he hadn't told him he thought there was something wrong with him, or something like that.
'If you're trying to break my relationship with Magnus, please don't,' Alec stammered.
This was what Alec had been afraid of, why he never had had the nerve to tell anyone but Izzy that he was gay before he had kissed Magnus in the accords hall.
'It's not the warlock in specific,' his father said, 'What I really want to know is what went wrong. Do you know what went wrong? Is it possible to fix it?'
Alec tried and tried not to cry, which was nearly impossible. 'Try to look at it as part of who I am and not as what is wrong with me.'
More Alec didn't know to say. He wasn't good at saying smart things. Alec might be clever and sensible, saying smart things was what Jace was good at, not Alec. He mostly ignored his father the rest of the walk. There stood Catarina Loss. She would probably go with them, she was the representive of the warlocks.

The council meeting was early in the morning the next day, and Alec was happy with that. He didn't know how long he could stand being there. Last evening, an old friend of his mother's told him it was a pity no one would inherit his blue eyes, since his sister didn't have blue eyes like him. The blue eyes Magnus had told him he found so beautiful. The new consul was Jia Penhallow, Aline's mother, and she opened the meeting.
'Some of you might not yet have heard, but this meating concerns the Wicked Witch of the West. We haven't heard about her for long, until recently, when two shadowhunters were found dead in Los Angeles. The silent brothers determined they were murdered by a warlock, and the head of the downworlder organisation called The Wizard's Order told me his spies had seen the Witch murdering those shadowhunters.'
'You can't prove he's telling the truth,' Collin Greenwood protested.
Alec knew who he was. Collin Greenwood was a year older than Alec, and part of the New York conclave. Because Collin had been trained in Idris, Alec didn't know him very well.
'Mr Greenwood, please,' Jia said, 'The wizard has been an ally of the Clave for long, and he believes the Wicked Witch of the West owns a powerful spellbook, and that she wants to destroy the Clave. He doesn't know why, he fears she's too much demon to be good. He thinks she wants to start a war. And after the war with Valentine, the Clave isn't ready for that. We need someone to find her and to assasinate her.'
Alec started to wonder why he had to be here. What did any of this have to do with him?
'We can't just send a shadowhunter after her,' Helen Blackthorn protested, 'She already killed two of us.'
'We need help from a warlock,' someone else said, 'A warlock as powerful as the Wicked Witch herself.'
Alec had an idea where this was going now, and he didn't like it much.
'Yes, I am aware of that. Unfortunately, we can't afford any. Therefore this is my proposition: Alec Lightwood, who is in a relationship with the warlock Magnus Bane, will be tasked with finding and killing the Wicked Witch of the West. He may request help from the Clave, but the tast will be laid on his shoulders.'
'That is misuse of our kind and you know it, Jia,' Catarina Loss protested.
'No, it is not,' was the consul's answer, 'The Wicked Witch of the West is mostly a threat to our kind, but to your kind as well. She must be found and killed, before she destroys us. Alec Lightwood, will you or will you not accept this task?'
Alec took his time answering. There was no way he could think of to refuse. By saying no, he would tell them he wasn't brave enough, that he wasn't really a good shadowhunter. Jace wouldn't refuse, he knew. But Jace was reckless, not as sensible as Alec himself. But if Jace would get this task, Alec would help him in every way he could. Jace was too reckless to do things alone, Alec wasn't as good at fighting as Jace, but Jace needed him. This wasn't that different.
'I will accept this task,' he said, though he had no idea what to do, or where to start. He was definitely going to need Magnus' help. Because he was an adult, no voting was needed about this. He was in charge of finding the Wicked Witch of the West, and the only clue he had was that she was somewhere near Los Angeles, probably, but she could fly. How was he supposed to find someone who can fly?

Ariadne knew very well that she was defying the Clave by what she was doing. It wasn't exactly against the law, but they certainly wouldn't like it. Ariadne was part faerie, which left her with pointy ears and sharp feature. Her mother was a shadowhunter, and therefore Ariadne was one. But she had some talents in seeing the future, and runes were more painful for her. What she was going to do had mostly to do with her talent of seeing the future. Ariadne had a ten year old half brother, he didn't have a faerie father, and she knew he was in terrible danger. She didn't know why, she couldn't tell, couldn't see. But she knew she had to protect him, and she needed a warlock's help. That was why she was meeting with the wizard, the head of the wizard's order, an organisation that was allied with the Clave and protected young downworlders, and taught them. She hoped he could help her. Of course there would be a price, but she was willing to pay. Warlocks rarely helped shadowhunters for free. The only warlock who did of whom she knew was Magnus Bane, who she had seen kissing a shadowhunter boy in the accords hall while preparing for the battle against Valentine. Ariadne didn't have a warlock lover, so she guessed she wouldn't have any services for free.
'Welcome, miss Midwinter,' the wizard said, 'Follow me, we're going to the Emerald City.'
The Emerald City wasn't exactly a city. More like a gigantic house, hidden in a dimension hole. It was complicated, and Ariadne wasn't really an expert. Inside the house, the wizard took her to what appeared to Ariadne to be his office. It looked old fashioned, with a wooden desk and chairs she guessed would be victorian style.
'Sit down, please,' he said.
Ariadne sat down on one of the chairs. It was quite comfortable, to her.
'When I received your message, it was quite surprised,' the wizard said, 'Quite surprised indeed, miss Midwinter. Could you explain the situation please?'
Ariadne explained about her talent, it wasn't a very strong one, but this time she was sure. She explained what her brother needed. Of course, shadowhunters died all the time, it was part of their life, but Tommy was only ten.
'So you need protectional spells,' the wizard said.
'Yes, I do,' Ariadne answered, 'And I brought some money. I'm not sure if it is enough.'
'Protectional spells like the ones you are suggesting aren't easy, miss Midwinter. It is very strong magic. But it is not money I want. There is something else you could help me with.'
Ariadne looked at him, a bit shocked. What did he want her to do?
'I want you to kill the Wicked Witch of the West.'
Ariadne knew who the Wicked Witch of the West was. She was a female warlock, with a green skin who resided somewhere in the west, but no one was able to find her. She had turned against the wizard, two year ago, and no one had heard from here until recently.
'I'll do it, sure,' she said, 'Do you have any clue how I can find her? It's not like I can find her name in the Phone book or something.'
The wizard smiled a bit. 'I would try to find her sister, she resides in New York not far from here. We call her the Wicked Witch of the East, as a joke. She doesn't contact us much, but maybe you can find out from her where her sister lives. I must warn you. The Wicked Witch of the East isn't very powerful, or dangerous, but her sister is. Oh, she really is. She can fly, you know.'
'Don't worry, I'll do it. I have to save my brother.'

Sawyer knew as much as the Clave did about the two murders so near. Two dead shadowhunters, and the wizard claimed she had killed them. Claimed his spies had seen her do it. It wasn't hard to figure that out. The wizard had killed them, he wanted to get rid of her. Because she was more powerful than him. Because she could destroy him. Trough Collin, who had become very close with her, she gained information about the Clave. He had told her they had sent the shadowhunter Alec Lightwood to find her.
'What is he like?' Sawyer had asked, 'Do you know him?'
'Not that well,' Collin had admitted, 'But I know that his parabatai, Jace Lightwood, is a war hero, and I know he is gay and in a relationship with the warlock Magnus Bane, that's why they want him to do it. Bane is the only option they have, they fear you want to destroy the Clave.'
Christabel told her the wizard wanted to destroy the Clave, and Sawyer and Collin were making plans, on how to prevent that from happening, and Sawyer had some sort of plan. She had to prove she wasn't evil. But she was going to meet Magnus Bane to her, and she couldn't forget how cruel he had been to her once. Of course, the first time she had met him he was nice, but after that... Sawyer wasn't sure if she could forgive him.
Sawyer it was also time to ask her sister Rosaline for help. Rosaline lived in New York, in a house like hers, hidden between the dimensions. Sawyer's house was stuck, it couldn't travel, but Sawyer could fly, and very fast too. She used a glamour to make herself invisible, and flied to the East to meet her sister. She knew Jamie, the mundane, lived with her, and that she was still in a wheelchair, but Jamie helped her. Her meeting with her sister didn't go that well at all.
'And why should I help you?' Rosaline asked her.
'You fly around the world, try to rescue warlocks and werewolves you've never even met and not even once you ever thought to use your powers, rescue me. All of my life I've depended on you, how do you think that feels? All of my life, I've depended on you and this hideous chair with wheels.'
'Rosaline, there isn't a spell for everything. Magic is mysterious, and I'm only eighteen. I haven't had that much time to study the book, and how to use all those spells.'
Sawyer opened her spellbook, and looked for something. She turned a few pages, and suddenly she knew what might help her sister with her disability.
'Of course! Ambulahn Dare Pahto Pahpoot Ambulahn Dasca Caldapess Lahfenahto Lahfenahtum Pede Pede Caldapess!' she chanted.
'My shoes, it feels like they're on fire!' Rosaline screamed, but when Sawyer was done chanting, Rosaline could suddenly stand. She could walk. She was no longer dependend on her wheelchair.
'Oh, thank you Sawyer!' she screamed, 'Jamie, Jamie come her!'
The mundane walked into the room. 'You! You did this for her?'
Sawyer nodded, not sure if she could trust the mundane, but surely he couldn't fight her. He was just a mundane.
'For both of us,' Rosaline said.
'Rosie, this changes everything,' Jamie said, and Rosaline laughed happily. 'Yes, I know.'
'Rosie, now surely I'll matter less to you. You won't mind my leaving, now, will you?'
'Leaving?' she asked, a bit shocked.
'You forbade any of us to leave, me nor your servants, but now you can walk, you surely don't need that, do you? But now you won't need me, and I will go find Christabel.'
Both Sawyer and Christabel were surprised. 'Christabel?' Rosaline asked, 'Why do you want to find hér?'
'Rosie, I lost my heart to Christabel from the moment I saw her, you know what, don't you?'
Rosaline looked hurt, and shocked. 'Lost your heart?' she asked, bitter, 'We'll see of that.' Rosaline looked a bit angry at the poor mundane boy. 'Rosaline, let him go,' Sawyer warned, knowing this could very well go wrong.
'You're going to lose your heart to me, I tell you, even If I have to.. I have to... Magic spell you.'
Rosaline took her spellbook. 'Don't!' Sawyer told her, but Rosaline didn't stop. She started chanting, not the way Sawyer did, but weaker. She didn't really know how to.
'Stop it!'' Sawyer screamed, but Rosaline had finished the spell already.
'My heart!' Jamie screamed, 'It feels like... It's shrinking!'
'Do something!' Rosaline screamed, but Sawyer didn't know what. 'These spells are too powerful, they can't be reversed once they've been cast.'
Sawyer started looking for something in the spellbook, maybe she could find a way to let him live without a heart. Becoming a vampire would do, of course, but Sawyer wasn't one and she couldn't find one to change Jamie in time.
'This is all you're fault, if you hadn't shown me that terrible book!'
'Shh, I'm trying to find another spell.' Sawyer kept looking and looking, there had to be something.
'Save him, please' Rosaline spoke, maybe more singing than speaking, 'Just save him, my dear Jamie, my love, my brave him. Do not leave 'till my sorry life has ceased. Alone and loveless here, just the girl in the mirror. Just her and me, Wicked Witch of the East. We deserve each other.'
Sawyer had started chanting, and it was working. She was changing the boy into a Clockwork Creature. She had heard of those before during history classes, about the young and very special warlock Tessa Gray, and Mortmain, who needed her, who had wanted to destroy the Clave. In some way the wizard wasn't that different from Mortmain.
'The name is not a joke,' Rosaline sighed, 'I ám the Wicked Witch of the East.'