The Final Breath

Part 1

She turned her head towards the inquisitor. Her eyes were a stunning and glistening blue, her hair was a as black as a raven's feather and her the expression on her face was a look of confusion.
"Why will nobody tell me what happened to him?" She asked the inquisitor before turning back to the rest of the clave. She had a slight German accent.
" I have a right to know, I am his parabatai."
The inquisitor cleared his throat before looking back at the teenage girl. " How old are you, child?"
" Seventeen." She replied without a moments hesitation.
"And how long have you too been parabatai?"
"The day that I became thirteen. I hadn't seen him for about a year until he sent me a pair of seelie rings which we could communicate with using our minds." She held up her right hand, on which lay a ring, studded with blue opals, for the whole clave to see.
"Can you communicate with him now?" The inquisitor stared at her, trying to read her expression.
" Of course not." She shook her head vigorously, tear drops forming in her eyes."He's dead. My parabatai, Sebastian Morgenstern, is dead."

Jocelyn looked out of her bedroom window. Her head was spinning and she was beginning to get a rather unpleasant headache. Her life was almost perfect, her daughter and her daughter's boyfriend were running an institute, her husband, Luke, was great and she was back in Brooklyn, where she belonged. She just felt however that soon there would be something to spoil her otherwise enjoyable view outside her window, a phone call perhaps. Her phone rang.
" Jocelyn?" The voice of the other end of the line sounded deep and gravelly.
"Yes, who is this?"
" It's the inquisitor, Robert Lightwood, I believe you need to be here." There was a sense of urgency in his voice that made Jocelyn become worried.
"Why ,what is it, is Clary alright?"
"It's not Clary that is the matter of this discussion in the clave."
"Then who is it?"
"It concerns your other child, Johnathon ." Jocelyn froze at the mention of her dead son's name.
"I'll right there."
She hung up the phone and sighed, staring out into the busy streets of Brooklyn and wondering if her dead son would ever stop haunting her from the grave.

" Robert," She shook him by the hand.
" Jocelyn."
" What's the matter?"
" Not what, who. There is a girl her claiming to be Sebastian's or Johnathon's ,if you prefer, parabatai." His voice sounded grave and afraid. As if what happened might happen again.
"What's her name?" Jocelyn asked.
" She hasn't said. She only wants to talk to you." Robert sighed, " I thought this was over."
" So did I... Why me?" They started across the great hall.
" What do you mean?"
" Why me, I mean out of all people. I abandoned him. He hated me!" She sounded like she was about to cry and the talk between her and the girl hadn't even started.
" I think Jocelyn-" He sighed again, " I think that that may be the point."

" Remember, you don't have to if you don't want to." Robert looked into her eyes with sympathy, he couldn't imagine what she was going through.
" No, I- I want to. For Clary, I don't want any loose ends. His death was painful enough for both of us." She attempted a smile, "I'll be fine!"
He opened the door to one of the office rooms which was usually used for downworlder conferences
Jocelyn walked in and sat down in the chair opposite the girl who was looking straight at Robert.
Robert closed the door signalled to the guards to make sure that no violence occurred in the room. He hoped that Clary's mother would be alright, otherwise he didn't know what he would tell his children.

"Hello, my name is Jocelyn."
There was a long pause before the girl looked into Jocelyn's eyes and replied.
" Ich heiße Morgana."
" I'm sorry?"
" I would have thought you know some German. Your Shadowhunter surname is." She looked coldly into Jocelyn's eyes.
Jocelyn was taken aback, " My Shadowhunter surname is Fairchild."
"Well, that's not really true. You never divorced Valentine, so technically your surname is still Morgenstern. " Morgana started twirling her stele between her fingers.
" What do you want?" Jocelyn finally asked her.
" What I want," Morgana put her stele on the table, " is to find out what happened to my parabatai. Because nobody will tell me. And since you're his Mother, even though you abandoned him, you would know what happened to your son."
" I'm sorry," Jocelyn looked down, " your parabatai died a few weeks ago."
" I KNOW!" she ripped of a bandage off her left arm. Jocelyn could see what would have been a parabatai rune, now was covered in dried blood and the rune itself was almost completely destroyed.
" I know." Morgana said again quietly." I just want to know how, please just tell me and I'll go and you never have to see me again."
Jocelyn thought for a moment. She could help this poor girl, but then again she would be putting her own daughter in danger.
" I'm sorry, I can't help you." Jocelyn said firmly and without another word, she got up out of the chair, walked across the room and was about to turn the handle of the door.
" You know, Uncle Valentine always thought that love was a weakness." Morgana started and Jocelyn stopped.
" He was wrong," Morgana shook her head," love makes you stronger. It can heal any wound or at worst help ease it. Love is a strength."
Jocelyn turned to look at her.
" I've always thought of Jonathan ,or Sebastian , as a brother to me. That makes you kind of my Mother too. You a abandoned Seb. Please don't abandon me too."
Morgana wiped away a tear. Even when she was crying, her eyes were wild.
" Ok." Jocelyn smiled then walked out the door, not caring that the guards could see her crying for her lost child. And the fear of looking after a new one.

Morgana was having another nightmare. It was the third bad one this week.
What are you doing? Sebastian's voice was still in her head.
" You don't understand, I need this. You left me." She told herself.
So you went to my birth mother for help, he chuckled, how pathetic.
"Pathetic? Wow that's rich coming from the guy who tried to marry his sister and rule the underworld."
Sebastian shut up.
" I'm sorry, that was harsh." She shook her head.
Never apologise , meine Schwester. You could never hurt me.
"Do you forgive me?"
Of course. Now go find my sister. Go kill her.
She went back to sleep.