'Sawyer, calm down,' Clary said, 'We need your help.'
Clary hoped everyone else would be quiet, because in this group she was the only one with a sense of diplomacy. She wasn't really sure what to do, it was like Sawyer had gone crazy. But she had started singing... Why? She sung about how good deeds were no use, that she would be resented anyway. She sung that she would never do good again, but that couldn't be what Collin would want, could it?
'No, you don't,' she said, 'I'll just mess everything up like I always do.'
'Sawyer, you're extremely powerful, you saved us. Of course you can help us,' Clary said patiently. She wasn't really feeling patient, but she did the best she could.
'No, I can't. All I do is trying to make things better, and I always make things worse. Always!'
'That's not true. You're a good person, Sawyer, and if you want to save Collin and Magnus, we have to hurry.'
'Some people just aren't meant to be good people,' Sawyer said, and Clary saw she was crying. 'Some people keep trying, but figure out they were meant to be evil. If you're meant to be evil, being good just doesn't work, even if that's what you want.'
'That's not true!' Clary shouted, losing most of her patience, 'You can choose to be good or evil, and you chose good. Even if things go wrong sometimes, you can't give up. You did the best you could to protect Collin. Maybe the spell worked!'
'I didn't feel it working.'
'Magnus once said that when you enchant people within protection wards, you don't feel it working,' Alec said, 'Maybe it did work. But if I didn't, and we hurry, we can still save him.'
Clary saw that Alec started sending a fire message.
'I'll just mess up again! Maybe you can choose to be good, but for me that choice just wasn't working!'
'It is working!' Clary shouted, 'You saved us from these downworlders, but there were too much, and that's why Collin and Magnus were taken. Now bring us into Emerald City, so we can save them before they do something horrible to them!'
Clary was afraid of what could happen, especially to Magnus. What if they changed him into a cat?
'Christabel is in there,' Sawyer said, 'She will help us from the inside, and I know how to get in. There's a password.'
'What is it?' Isabelle asked, 'Something easy to remember?'
'It's a song,' she said.
Clary looked terrified. She had never been much of a singer, Clary was an artist, she drew. Simon was more a music person.
'Do we all have to sing it?' Alec asked, 'Or just one of us? Because in that case, I think you should.'
Alec was right, Clary thought, Sawyer was an amazing singer.
'It works like this,' Sawyer explained, 'There are wards, and if they recognize their song, they let you in. They think it's brilliant, because no one would think of singing No One Mourns the Wicked to get in. All of us have to sing at least one line. Wait a second, I'll let you hear the song.'
Sawyer let her magic go, and the song started playing. It was vagely familiair to Clary, just like the song Sawyer had just sang. No Good Deed.
'I think we should warn Luke instead,' Maia said, 'Bat and me. Could you send us trough a portal?'
Sawyer used her magic to create a portal, and after sending Maia and Bat trough, she closed it again.
'We're with six people now,' Sawyer stated, 'I'll sing the part we'll use.'
'No one mourns the Wicked,' she started, 'No one cries, they won't return, no one lays a lily on their grave. The good man scorns the Wicked, trought their lives our children learn what we miss when we misbehave. This is what you'll sing, and I'll sing Glinda's solo, except in my own range. That doesn't really matter, half of the people who go in and out Emerald City can't sing anyway.'
'No one mourns the Wicked,' Jace tried, but he sounded completely off. Jace was a pianist, not a singer, Clary knew that. 'Good enough,' said Sawyer, 'Christabel's heard people sing worse.'
'No one cries they won't return,' Clary continued. She didn't think she sounded much better than Jace.
'No one lays a Lily on their grave,' Isabelle sang, and she actually sounded good.
'Wow, maybe you should become our lead singer,' Simon said. 'The good man scorns the Wicked!'
Simon didn't sound that bad. He wasn't exactly a rock or pop singer, but he sounded okay.
'Through their lived our children learn, what we miss, when we miss behave,' Alec sang, he sounded very soft. Not extremely good, but not good either.
'All good enough,' Sawyer said, 'Isabelle, you can really sing. And Alec, maybe you should try a bit louder. But we need to convince everyone that you aren't shadowhunters, to get in. If I cause a distraction, all the guards will come and try to catch me, and you save Collin and Magnus. I'll get Christabel's map of the palace, so you'll be able to find them.'
'Sawyer, we don't have much spare clothes, and none that cover our marks,' Isabelle said.
'Well, you can borrow some of my clothes. I have clothes that would cover all your marks. Clary's marks aren't visible, Simon doesn't have marks... Jace, Alec, maybe you can find something in Collin's clothes.'
Both of them probably only needed a jacket. Clary went with Isabelle. She hid her steel inside her boot, and a knife in the other. She had a seraph blade inside her jacket, all well hidden. Isabelle looked trough the clothes, most of them black, and picked a long dress with long sleeves, and a high collar.
'This should cover everything,' she said.

When they arrived at the gates of Emerald City, Jace sang the first line, even more awful than last time. Clary sounded a bit better than last time, but she too wasn't really a singer. Both Clary and Jace could walk trough. Isabelle was next, and sung the next line. She sounded even better than last time. Not professional, more like a school girl who could sing well. Simon followed, and Sawyer found the way he sang funny, because it didn't sound that bad, but his voice really wasn't musical. Alec finished, with his soft sweet voice. He wasn't really a singer, but he sounded okay. The other three also disappeared trough the gate.
'And goodness knows the Wicked's lifes are lonely,' she sang, 'Goodness knows the Wicked die alone. It just shows when you're Wicked, you're left only, on your own.'
Then she could go trough. Isabelle was holding the map, and all of them were looking at it.
'You are here,' she said, pointing, at the map, 'You have to go that way to the dungeons, where they keep the prisoners, or that way. There are two dungeons. I suggest you split up, both look in another dungeon. There are lots of guards, but to most of them, I'm the most dangerous enemy, a lot of them might even think shadowhunters are a myth. If I'm spotted, they'll surely come. I'll go there.'
Causing commotions was her speciality, she always caused commotions. She flied to the main hall, where she'd probably find the Wizard, or the people closest to him. A few people saw her, but they weren't gards, they just screamed and ran away. Soon enough, though, the guards would come. She was sure of that, and the sooner the better, she didn't want the shadowhunters found out. In the main hall, she found miss Darcy. She wore a dress that probably came from another century, but she looked good in it. Sawyer remembered she had seen Wicked the musical in London, a year ago, with Christabel. Miss Darcy was most like madam Morrible, but madam Morrible looked hideous, with her blonde curly hair or wig, en her ridiculous make up. Miss Darcy looked beautifally terrifying. Her dark brown hair was in a bun, and looked perfect as usual. She wore make up that made her face look sharper, and she was almost as tall as Sawyer was. Sawyer sometimes wondered if all warlocks were very tall. Magnus was very tall as well.
'You!' she hissed.
'Aren't you glad to see me?' Sawyer asked, laughing. Miss Darcy send a curse at her, but Sawyer just jumped, and flied higher. Miss Darcy tried again, but again, Sawyer flied away.
'You can't hit me!' she said.
'Why are you here?' she asked.
'Oh, the usual. Saving some animals, trying to kill the Wizard. I might kill you too, but I'm in a good mood, maybe I won't.'
Some guards came in, but she just went higher, out of their reach. Next, Christabel and the Wizard came in. Christabel pretended to look shocked when she saw me, and almost fainted.
'Sir, what did you just say about the Nephilim boy?' she asked.
'Nothing could hurt him,' the Wizard said, 'Some of the guards even got cuts themselves, when they tried to hurt him, but his flesh could not be torn, everything healed instantly, he didn't even seem to feel pain. One guard tried to kill him, but it didn't work, and he almost died himself. She suddenly felt relief. Her spell had worked! Collin was protected, and he could never die. Trying to kill him even hurt other people.
'He will never die!' she screamed, half singing.
'You did this!' the Wizard shouted.
'But why?' miss Darcy asked.
'Oh, I just don't want you to hurt him,' she said, 'So I had to do something, right? Can't leave that sort of thing to you idiots!'
Sawyer felt a bit dizzy with power, they couldn't hurt her, she was too high, she could use shield charms, and she could fly away. The roof here was open. You couldn't get in from there, but you sure as hell could fly out. If you could fly. She had all the power here, and she just had to keep them all here. More guards entered.
'No harm will come to his Wonderfulness and her Goodness,' one said.
Sawyer found the titles funny. His Wonderfulness had to be the Wizard. He wasn't really wonderful, was he? Stupid title. Her Goodness was a good one, though, because Christabel was really a good person.
'Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong!' she said, knowing she would never hurt Christabel, but she would hurt the Wizard.