Bind To

Chapter 6: As I'll Ever Be

Jace pushed open the door and surprise flashed over his face as he saw Clary, quickly replaced by his calm mask. "Hello Clarissa."
"I told you. Please call me Clary."
He nodded slightly. "How much of that conversation did you hear?" He looked worried, but she couldn't understand what the cause of the feeling was. Was it so bad for him to feel things? Then it dawned on her, he was embarrassed to have feelings, unless he was lying about that, for her. She couldn't blame him; she was broken and probably would never be perfect again. Clary noticed that he was still waiting for an answer. "Um, what conversation?" She saw the relief plain in his eyes and her heart fell. He then did something she didn't expect at all, by holding his hand out to her. She studied it uncertainly. It was calloused, as all warriors hands were, but it was still beautiful. They were the hands that wielded weapons and were also the hands that had helped her in many more ways than one. She took his hand hesitantly and he began leading her out of the infirmary. "Where are we going?" She asked quietly.
"It's time to meet the family." Clary sighed, well this should be fun.
Jace led her down another everlasting corridor which was lined with paintings of the Shadowhunter's history. One was of an Angel rising out of the lake, holding a sword and cup. More specifically Angel Raziel rising out of Lake Lyn, holding the Mortal Sword and the Mortal Cup. As the story goes, a warlock summoned Angel Raziel, the highest ranked angel, for a normal man named Jonathan Shadowhunter who needed a favor. At that time the world was being overrun by demon invasions and Jonathan begged Angel Raziel to help save humanity. The angel saw the goodness in Jonathan's wish and granted it by mixing his blood with that of Jonathan's in the Mortal Cup, which Jonathan drank allowing him to become a Shadowhunter. As more people drank from the cup, the Shadowhunter race was created. As a Shadowhunter, the honor was passed down from the parents to the children and to the children's children. There was a noise to her left and she noticed that he had once again lost herself to her thoughts.
Clary turned to find Jace watching her carefully and patiently. She began walking again watching as the walls color changed where the sun had hit it for so many years before, leaving a pale yellow color behind. Jace halted and Clary turned her gaze to look in front of them. Before her stood the large, double oak doors that led to the library. He glanced at her and she could spot concern in his beautiful golden eyes, "Ready?" She nodded slightly, "As ready as I'll ever be." It was then that she looked down at their intertwined hands. Her pale, bony one was completely engulfed by his golden and beautiful one. Everything about him seemed to be golden and beautiful, he seemed to radiate light as though he was a sun. It was also in that moment that Clary noticed that the hand he was holding, her right one, was rather hot. Carefully she pulled it out of his grasp, briefly seeing hurt flash over his face, and rubbed it. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. She slipping it back into his and the warmth came back. Clary panicked slightly, this wasn't like the type of warmth you got from sitting by the fire. This was a new type of heat that she hadn't experienced before. What could possibly be the cause of it?
Jace smiled at her and pushed out the large doors, walking in with Clary following him, but what awaited them was surprising to even Jace himself.