Hybrid (Shadowhunters)

Chapter Eight

Early Morning September 1st

After dinner Tria spent the whole night scouring every magic history book and spell book she owned. She wanted to figure out what was causing her hallucinations of her dead arm and fast. Every potion she tried ended in failure along with every spell.

"This is hopeless," She groaned and banged her head on the table letting it sit there. She had just tried to do some sort of cloaking spell but it did didly squat.

"Anything a couple centuries old warlock can help with?" Magnus says appearing in her doorway.

"No," She says keeping her head on the table. He walks over and looks at all the spell books laid out on her desk.

"What spell, potion, or charm are you trying to conjure?" He asks and she lifts her head off the table.

"Charm..." She trails off and stands up quickly.

She runs over to a bookshelf where she skimmed for her charms book. She slides it off the shelf and flips through it till she finds the page she wanted. Skimming the page, she walks over to her jewelry box and pulls out a small ruby ring. She sets it in the sunlight on her bed and goes to start the spell but falters.

"Could you do the spell?" She asks Magnus and offers him the book. He just smirks and takes it before reading over the spell.

"Why do you need this?" He asks confused. "I thought you loved magic. Why make a ring that will make your powers dormant?"

"Because I've been hallucinating my dead arm whenever I use magic," She admits to him. "I've tried everything to help it, but nothing's worked."

"You haven't tried everything," He says and puts the book on the bed before grabbing her hand and dragging her into the kitchen. He makes her sit on a bar stool and he gets to work on some sort of remedy.

"Dad," She says and he just nods. "What are you doing?"

"Making tea," He says. "A long time ago, I went through exactly what you are going through right now. I exerted myself, lending my magic energy to friend not knowing the consequences. My arm started to deteriorate, and after that day whenever I used magic I saw the dead arm. Right when I was about to cut off the limb all together I came across this recipe. Lemon Roobios tea. It will heal your mind which will heal your arm."

"You mean it'll stop my hallucinations?" She asks as he sets the cup of steaming tea in front of her.

"Yes," He says and she sighs relieved. "Someone once told me that not everything can be solved by magic."

"That person must be very wise," Tria jokes and takes a sip of the tea. For a girl who was more of a coffee drinker herself, it wasn't so bad. Her phone vibrates and she picks it up to see a text from Raphael. He was asking her to meet her at Hotel DuMort. "I have to go, shadowhunter business."

"Finish your tea," He instructs. She downs the drink then opens her mouth for him to check. He nods his head and she pulls on a sweatshirt before portaling out of there.

*~*

"I can't believe he's a fledgling," Tria mutters as they walk through the woods just outside the institute. She knew a back door they could go through to bring Simon. Apparently Camille had gotten the best of him and turned the poor boy. Raphael wanted to bring his body to Clary, so she could make the decision of Simon's fate. It was still dark out so no sun would hurt him.

"Drop what you're holding!" Jace's voice echoes around them. They had been caught. "Put your hands up."

Tria puts her hands in the air and slowly turns around with Raphael to look at the four Shadowhunters. Clary breathes heavily and you could see the pain in her face.