Chapter 9

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Meliorn takes the lead with Clary and Jace close behind while I am barley keeping up, to lost in my mind to pay attention to where we are going let alone what they are talking about. I notice nothing around me. I didn't notice the city skyscrapers turn to tall trees, or the smell of thick car smoke turn into the fresh smell of grass and tall ancient trees. The only thing I noticed was that I after some time of walking I felt calmer, my sadness faded and was replaced with a warmth that I used to feel. I reach my arm out and close my eyes my fingertips brushing past the rough bark of the trees. I inhale a deep breath to try to get back to my safe place in my mind. Everything here is familiar, to familiar. I keep walking with my eyes shut letting my other senses guide me.

The only time I open my eyes waking back up to reality, is when Clary speaks. "Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore." Clary says towards Jace and I.

Meliorn opens his arms gently "Welcome to the Seelie Glade, Clary Fairchild. The remotest edges of it."

"How did we get here?" Clary asks the question both of us want to know.

Jace stops me by answering the question for us. "There are entrances all through the mundane world."

However Jace not being a huge talker let Meliorn finish "You just have to know where to look."

'This is my home. Well my old home at least this is where I ran away to these woods. I'm almost certain. About a 10-minute walk west should be my shelter I made.' I send the text to Clary for her to read aloud. I quickly start walking towards my home when Jace grabs my forearm tightly.

"We are here to find Valentine not taking a trip down memory lane." Jace says in a sharp tone. I just pull my arm from him and take a few steps away.

Jace and I look at each other sternly neither one breaking eye contact until Clary steps in between us. "We should go Jace, you all have risked your lives to help me find my mother. Theia has been helping us even though she didn't like Shadowhunters. I have been selfish, and I think if this is something Theia wants to share with us her safe place, we should see it. Come on Jace it's not far and I know we should be hunting down Valentine; but I feel like with everything going on we could use a little bit of home right now."

Clary looks to me as I reach her and hug her tightly. I know she's worried about her mother, so her willing to do this for me makes me want to cry. I have never had a friend like her, like any of these people. The shadow world may not be where I belong, but it is where I found my family. I am so grateful for all of the people I have met and welcomed me into there lives. When I pull away, I look into Clary's eyes as she wipes away the stray tear that fell from my face. Meliorn then places his hand on my shoulder. "The seelie realm tends to drive away mundanes from long stays. You must be very close with mother earth if it let you inhabit these woods. I would be honored to see where someone like you found comfort." I nod my head and grab Clary's hand pulling her in the direction of my home.

I am walking so fast to get back my pace is almost a run. I didn't know I missed this place. Missed the feeling I got while I lived here. This was my neverland that I ran away to from my life. Finally, my eyes land on my shelter and I let go of Clary's hand I was holding and break out into a sprint to get there. Once I get to my campsite, I look at how the same everything looks. My small firepit in the center of my home my shelter roof now has some grass growing on it on the open door I see some of the hand-woven nets and simple snares draped over it. I look up and notice the canopy has grown over keeping my home hidden in a leafy blanket.

"Woah Theia you made all this. I must say I'm impressed. Maybe not all mundies are useless." Jace snaps me out of my daze and I see the three looking at my home. I start to feel self conscious. I mean this is all me. Everything here I did. I made this place with my own two hands. This is where I feel most comfortable, and now I'm letting outsiders into my world.

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