Colliding Hearts #Wattys2017

Chapter 28- The Pyramid

The air was thick and hot, there was no breeze, no trees to shade you with. The vast land was covered in hot sand, with each step Magnus's foot sunk lower into the sand, prompting him to be grateful for his change of clothing. Though it wasn't his normal style of clothing it kept the hot sun from burning his skin and kept the sand from entering his boots. He felt as if he was some mundane adventurer, searching for grand treasure. He wondered, briefly, why he was acting so mundane; he could have easily created a portal where he needed to be.

Instead he had appeared in the small Egyptian village before changing his clothing and trekking through the hot dessert. The clear blue sky had not a cloud in sight and he wondered how he could have spent such a long time in this place.

Of all the places on earth he knew this would be the perfect place to hide the journals, with a being he had only encountered twice. He wasn't certain if the being would grant him permission to hide the journals along with the key; he could only hope the being was in a helping mood.

The further he trekked the more he began to curse the shadowhunters, he had debated twice on going back and forcing Jace into doing this, it would save him the trouble and even give him a form of entertainment he felt he was lacking. However the image of both Alec and Emerson giving him disapproving looks forced his feet forwards, carrying on walking through the hot desert.

He found it hysterical in a way, how he cared so greatly for a Lightwood and a Fairchild. In the past he hadn't though much of their name sakes and he wondered why he thought so much of the pair now. Sure he had fallen in love with Alec and perhaps even with Emerson.

He had after all watched the girl grow and somewhere along the way the brotherly love he had for her changed. Though he never entertained those thoughts and he no longer entertained the thoughts of himself and Alec. Their destines were vastly different from his and while he normally didn't dabble in altering destiny it was apparent he was willing to do anything for the Lightwood's and Fairchild's.

In the distance, through mounds of sand he could see a Pyramid rising high into the sky. This pyramid was vastly different from the three the mundane world knew of, this one was hidden by magic and only those who with the sight and magic could see it.

Magnus stopped catching his breath as he drank from the canteen that hung opposite of the leather bag that contained the journals. He wiped sweat from his brow and stared at the large structure. He had never known when it had been built, while he knew much of the other's this one pyramid had seemingly appeared out of thin air one night when he was traversing the desert out of boredom. The solid gold stones gleamed in the sunlight, making it seem as if it was a shining beacon. However there was a dark atmosphere to it, rendering any hope it once gave useless.

Magnus carried on, urging his feet to trudge through the sand quicker as he capped his canteen and allowed it to rest against his left hip. He could feel the power swirling around it, the darkness that had frightened even him the first time he felt it.

However he carried on, knowing that his fear was vastly outweighed by the need to protect his two loves. As he reached the entrance as if expecting his arrival, the large golden door slid sideways and a rush of cool air blasted him in the face. He was grateful for the blast of cool air as he carefully and slowly made his way into the darkness.

Candles illuminated a golden path, just bright enough for Magnus to follow but not bright enough to see his surroundings. He knew it would be useless to try and attempt any magic; this place seemingly rendered his magic useless.

It still left him with an uneasy feeling, he felt cold, empty as if a large piece of him had been ripped away and was being dangled in front of his face just out of his reach. Still he walked on not bothering with dwelling on the feeling, though it had been almost two hundred years since he had last felt this way he still didn't let it stop him.