Not the Angel's Wish *COMPLETED*

Chapter 36

Isabelle's POV

Silver Earthwinter's house was small, the cold autumn air sending shivers down her spine as she walked through the grass, which rose up to her hips, to the wooden house in the center of a large field of grass. She pulled her coat tighter around her body, trying for whatever warmth she could get. Winter was going to be freezing if this was only fall. 

Isabelle approached the house slowly, carefully, as if it was some type of demon that would pounce at her at any moment. Her grip tightened around her whip, which she hadn't even realized she was holding. 

There were three little steps leading up to the front door. She stepped on them as quietly as she could, standing in front of the wooden door for a moment before knocking. 

"Hello?" She yelled, hoping whoever was inside would answer. "Is anyone home?"

No one answered. She waited, and as minutes passed, she grew impatient. She knocked again. "I just want to talk!" 

Just as she was about to kick the door down herself, it swung open. Behind it stood a tall lady, with long white hair that reached her hips, hazel eyes like Alec's, although hers were cold and filled with loneliness and sorrow. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her hourglass figure tightly with no sleeves, leaving the runes on her arms exposed. Her lips were painted in red lipstick, and it seemed to be the only make up she was wearing. 

"Uh, hello, I'm Isa..."

"Isabelle Sophia Lightwood, weapons master of the New York Institute, the younger sister of Alexander Gideon Lightwood, Head of the New York Institute, who died at the hands of Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern, came back to life, and is now missing along with his warlock boyfriend, Magnus Bane, former High Warlock of Brooklyn." The lady said. Her voice was just about as welcoming as the doormat Isabelle stood on, which was ripped in several places, covered in all sorts of muck, and had the words 'Go away' painted on it in scraggly red letters. 

"How did you..."

"I know more about you and your siblings more than your own friends do. In fact, I could tell you where Alec is right now, if he is injured,  and how to get him back home."

"Really? Is he okay?" She asked worriedly. 

"Uh, not really. You should probably save him soon. Now if you'll excuse me, I have something to be doing." She started to close the door quite quickly, but Isabelle was faster. She stuck her foot in the space between the door frame and the door, pushing it open with brute force, stepping inside. 

"Whatever you have to do can wait. You are going to help me save my brother. And Magnus." Isabelle had already decided that she hated Silver Earthwinter. How did she know all of this stuff? 

"Don't you modern Shadowhunters know anything about manners? It's rude to..."

"Slam a door in someone's face when they have done nothing wrong, only asking for help to save someone they love?" Isabelle cut her off. "Yeah, I know that. Do you?"

Silver rolled her eyes, gesturing toward what Isabelle supposed was the living room. It had a single armchair in the middle, facing a fireplace that was not lit, even though the house was freezing. Papers were scattered across the floor. Isabelle picked one up, scanning it over quickly. 

"Where did you get all of this?" She asked, holding up the paper to the white-haired women. 

"Was it a secret or something that you train with your own siblings?" 

Isabelle hated her for so many reasons she couldn't even count, and she had only known her for five minutes. 

The paper she had picked up had a picture of Jace and Alec, not long after they became Parabatai, with their arms wrapped around each other's shoulders. Alec held his bow in one hand, Jace held his seraph blade in his as well. They were looking at the camera, smiling. 

Along with that, there were several other pictures of the three of them, and tons of words in a tiny print Isabelle could barely see. 

"Nevermind," Isabelle sighed, tossing the paper onto the armchair. "You said you know how to get Alec and Magnus off of that island?"

"Patience, my dear. Come, I have just made another round of tea. Honey?"

Clary's POV

"Jonathan," 

"Hello, sister," 

"How are you here?"

"I'm not," He replied plainly. "It's only a hologram. I just wanted to show you something." He reached somewhere off to his left, pulling another figure into view. This one was shorter, small, with pigtails and a scarf wrapped around her neck. 

Her hands were tied in a rope in front of her, preventing her from using any magic. 

"Madzie," Clary said. "It's okay Madzie, we'll get you out of there." 

Stupid stupid stupid. How had she forgotten?

Jonathan pulled a seraph blade from behind him, running it gently across his hand, inspecting it. "So young, yet so strong." He twirled the blade in his hand, pointing the tip at the warlock girl, but keeping it far from her. 

"I swear to the Angel if you touch her..."

"I'm not going to hurt her, sister. At least not yet. It all depends on how this meeting with a ceratin Herondale goes."

"Herondale?" Clary immediately panicked. Jace had left around a half-hour ago. Jonathan smiled, and the hologram disappeared. Clary ran. She had to find Jace. If that stupid idiot made a deal with Jonathan she was going to rip his throat out. 

Hi. Haha wow, so I failed. It's 12:09 right now I tried to publish this before 12 so it would be one Wednesday, but nope. Nine minutes late. Well, I publish another chapter today then, sorry if I'm being confusing, these time zones are not helping. Okay, well, I have to go, bye. 

_Lily