Clary blinked in bemusement at the wall of pink blazer and blue sparks that hit her. She and the others had left the Faerie Court and were safely back in the Institute's expansive training room. They were joined by a Magnus who, surrounded by maces and throwing knives, looked quite out of place in his English boarding school-esque attire.
"Like it?" He asked, twirling gracefully. "From my days as an Oxford man."
"Who are you, The Great Gatsby?" Asked Clary, smiling despite everything.
"No, dear girl, just a humble warlock with friends in high places." He glanced at Alec as he said this, who stared back, previously unnoticed by the door.
"I see Church gave you the message, then?" asked Jace, whirling around to his half brother and subsequently cutting off whatever Magnus had been about to say. Not removing his eyes from the warlock, Alec replied,
"Yes. That is to say, he certainly gave me a message." There was a pause, interrupted by a somewhat tactless cough from Jace.
"Back to the plan, then?"
"Of course." Magnus smoothed his leather trousers, and turned to Clary. "The plan is, Clary, to have you fight back against the demons. With runes."
"But, we don't even know if my rune power works - " Magnus gave her a curious look.
"Are you familiar with the Carstairs?" He asked, "A very old family of shadow hunters." Clary supressed a groan. Only Magnus could talk of social pleasantries at times like these. Magnus seemed to guess her thoughts, for he smiled amusedly and said, "Only, you remind of one I knew over a century ago. I remember, Jem once said- " He stopped suddenly, frowning inscrutably and biting his lip. "No matter now, of course. What I'm trying to tell to is that you have as good a chance as anyone in this room." Jace made a disgruntled noise, but was hastily silenced by a withering look from Magnus. "Do you think the Queen will let you have weapons? No! I'll just be able to wrangle you in a stele, but I'll have to have words- "
"With your friends I high places?" smirked Jace.
"Pre-cise-ly!" replied Magnus. "Although," he amended, "not Oxford dons this time."
"So," said Clary, huffing out a weary sigh, "What does this plan consist of?" Magnus smiled, somewhat evilly, Clary thought.
"Copious amounts of cunning, wit, and luck."
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A Mortal Instruments Fanfiction: Part 1 - SACRIFICE
Teen FictionWhat if Clary hadn't escaped from the Seelie court so easily? What if she actually had become one of the Queen's servants? What if, in order to leave, she had to face a hideous task, putting her life in danger? Find out in this fanfic following Clar...
