𝐯𝐢. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭

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19 something, LONDON

"Do you like it, father?"

"Yes dear, I love it- you're beautiful. Come on, Camille's waiting."

"Father?"

"yes?"

"Camille said that she wanted me to meet a friend of hers. And make me marry him. Is that true? Will she do it?"

"No, Ana. Camille wouldn't dream of that"

"You know that I love Aster, right?"

"Of course"

"And you don't care that he's a Shadowhunter, right? You would want me to marry him?"

"I would want you to be happy"

"Thanks. It's good to still trust somebody"

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Lies

Magnus stood in front of a mirror in the fore chamber to a great hall which had once belonged to a friend of his who had been murdered by warlock hunters 2 years ago.

Ana had trusted him. All that trust had now been drowned in his lies.

And what was he doing now? Forcing Ana to pretend. To hide herself in plain sight. He remembered how she had been all those years ago. Glamorous, stylish, very like himself. Now she was a Mundie, no different to any of them. Maybe searching for her had been a bad idea. Maybe, maybe.

But there was no time for that now. No time for turning back. Ana would be that girl- even if she didn't want to. That was it.

"Magnus?"

Ana was standing at the door. She was beautiful. Her eyes looked almost red in the candlelight, contrasting nicely to her black satin dress. Magnus wanted to scream. This was Ana. His Ana. But not the same. Different. Broken.

"Ana. Your other warlock marks- you still haven't ?"

"No, I have not. And I will never."

There was a long, uncomfortable silence.

Finally, Ana said: "We should go. You're boyfriend is probably waiting."

And with that she went into the giant hall, decorated with crystals.

The crowd parted ways as they approached. He saw Clary and Jace with a boy he had never seen before. Probably the boy they had brought with at his request. And there was Alec, looking as handsome as ever.

Ana stiffened next to him. Magnus didn't dare to look into her eyes.

This was his only chance to rewrite the wrongs he had committed over the past centuries. He took a deep breath

Here goes nothing

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