It's Not A Utopia (An OC Shadowhunter Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty

A/N This chapter was somehow able to be uploaded today. Maybe it was because I stayed up till 2 AM on Saturday rewriting 1,000 words? Whatever the case, here is the new chapter!

Grace

Well, Riley, you made that sound like Max's dead! We don't know that for sure; I mean... he could still be alive, right? Oh, thanks a lot! Now you've gotten me paranoid!

Alright, since Riley ended his part like that, I guess I should elaborate. We haven't been back to the Praetor Lupus. Hell, we haven't even reached the Republic yet... Shit! Riley, did I just reveal our location?! By the Angel, I'm a goddamn idiot! I'm going to tell this story fast and you're going to listen... or read.

So you're getting confused right now, right? Well I don't care. I literally just shot a flare followed by fireworks saying Grace and Riley are hiding out here! If I don't hurry this up, I will be dead before night falls.

"Why did we use a portal to get here but not to get from Anthracite to Denver?" Riley asked after a couple moments of us all staring at the spot where the portal that took Max away disappeared.

"Why do we do anything?" Catarina replied after a second.

"Thanks for that answer," Riley grumbled in response.

"I believe the most important question is why were you waiting at the border? Why couldn't you have gone with us?" I asked Catarina.

"It's obvious, can't you tell?" Dayton responded. I looked at him curiously. "They had to make sure we could trust each other."

Catarina and Magnus didn't deny anything.

"Well...," I said into the awkward silence. "We'll just go and let you two go back to the paper that you're trying to hide from us." I walked out of the room and was happy to see that Dayton and Riley had followed.

"Where are we going?" Dayton asked after we had been walking through the halls for a couple minutes.

"No idea," I admitted. Wherever we were heading, it seemed that shadowhunters liked hanging out there.

After a few more minutes, the hallway widened till it became this huge room. Young shadowhunters (anywhere from ten to about twenty) were training. Some were shooting targets with bows, some were sparring with swords.

"This is what shadowhunters do for fun?" Dayton asked in disbelief.

"I wouldn't say fun, exactly. More like 'I'm bored, let's train'," I replied.

"Well, I'm bored. Let's train," Riley said with a smirk.

"Fine," Dayton and I both grumbled.

I grabbed Riley's shirt collar as he started to make his way to the bows. "Nope. You don't need to practice that. Let's do something useful." I started dragging him to where we could spar.

"I assume he's not good at sword fighting?" Dayton asked.

"Nope," I said for Riley as I threw him a sword.

"These aren't even seraph blades," he whined.

"Since when does anyone spar with seraph blades?"

"You're not gonna get out of this, Riley! Just go with it," Dayton yelled.

"First off, why are you yelling? I'm literally a yard in front of you. Secondly, that was so very reassuring. Why don't you come over here and spar with her yourself?"

"Fine, I will," Dayton replied, catching the sword Riley threw at him by its hilt.

"Ready?" I asked in my fighting stance.