The Mortal Instruments; Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn

Mirror

My chest ached. I thought of nothing in particular. Death does that to people; they leave, and there's a hole. A hole that is full of... nothing. And that nothing takes it's command for as long as it will. As long as you let it. As long as it does. Max is an emptiness. 

Clary stood in front of every Shadowhunter in Idris. The Consul, the Enclave - so many - dare I list them all? She made her speech about how we all have to work together. How we need each other, Downworlders and Shadowhunters, to defeat our common enemy. I had always agreed. Magnus was proof of that. 

Speak of the devil, I thought, as I saw the golden eyes of a cat, encased in the smooth skin of the beautiful warlock that I was so deeply infatuated with... He was right there, Magnus, in front of me. His hair as joyful as youthful as usual, his face young and happy. But what was he doing here, in Idris, in front of all of these Shadowhunters? Was he here for a reason? 

"Magnus..." I said quietly. His mouth opened, and then he disappeared.

I stared around, confused at his appearance - and then disappearance - but only to see that others were confused too - Izzy seemed to be quite upset, and many others looked as if they were crying. What just happened? I looked at Clary for answers. 

Only to find that my eyes were teary too. 

It was later explained that Clary had shown them what they had loved most -- and this is what troubled me for, well, forever. This was confirmation of my love for Magnus. This was proof of how I think about him all day, every day. This was what I needed for myself to gain the confidence to do what I had to do next. 

((Short chapter again!! But, I wish to get onto some more gruesome stuff -- since this is getting a lil' boring ? ))