Hi all
Here is the final copy of my Fan Fiction.
I’ve posted some links to Cassandra Clare’s (the author of the Mortal instruments) website which give you a description of the characters, setting and the general gist of it all.
My FF takes place after the third book in the series (‘City of Glass’).
Hope you all enjoy
Rukuwai Linstead-Panoho
City of Anguished Warriors
Part One:
His fingers traced the contours of her face with a feather light touch that sent heat rushing from the pit of her stomach. Clary smiled warmly, keeping her eyes closed as his fingers danced down the side of her throat and to her bare shoulder. She gasped. Oh how luscious and tender the touch of his skin made her feel, if only she were to look upon the face of her mysterious lover.
Her eyes slowly opened.
At first, all she could see was a pure white-light, and then she saw the dark outline of a figure manifest; as if from hell itself. Instantly, her world of ecstasy crumbled into oblivion. Her mind pulsed with disbelief as his dark silhouette sauntered towards her, still slightly distorted by the light. She had somehow fallen to her knees and now looked up through her fiery red hair and glared. His black eyes fixed on her.
“Hello sister”
Clary woke with a gasp. She pulled herself from the web of tangled sheets that made up her bed and in her haste, fell to the ground with a loud thump. “Ouch!” She moaned, leaning back against her bed for support.
Her mind was spinning after the nightmare, his smile still clearly visible in her mind. For weeks Jonathan Morgenstern had plagued her every thought, mocking her in his loathsome way.
Clary had tried almost everything to bring an end to it, but even with the help of her warlock friend Magnus, the Psychic Shield he had created still did not work.
She exhaled and began arranging her bed neatly. Magnus was the only other person who knew about Jonathan and he was sworn to secrecy. Clary had tried to tell her family and friends, but Jonathan was one subject that could never be discussed.
Not even Clary could admit the possibility that the murderer of her one-true-love, Jace, was still alive.
Rather than allowing her mind to slip into the heart breaking matter of Jace’s death, she withdrew to the day she had first told Magnus about Jonathan.
His first reaction was to tell Clary’s mother immediately, but then thinking better, chose instead to offer his services. “I can help you,” he had said, cutting Clary off from her long winded speech about how repulsive Jonathan was. She looked up at him and frowned.
How could she be so stupid to believe that Jace's death had only hurt her. Everyone was grieving, even Magnus.
She exhaled slowly and nodded for him to continue.
“Clary, I can seriously help you. If you allow me to create a Psychic Shield against his memory, similar to what your mother once asked of me, I can make sure your brother never troubles you again.” His smile was grand, holding just a touch of sympathy for her, sympathy that Clary knew all too well.
He raced through the small living area they had been sitting in and quickly pulled books from his shelf.
At first she had been hesitant, fearful of what might happen if the shield did not work, but when she had tried to voice her opinions Magnus countered them with his own.
“I am not the Greater warlock of New York for nothing you know. A Psychic Shield is hardly something that is considered dangerous. The only thing that could affect my powers would be if I was somehow drained of energy, but the likelihood of that actually happening is….. Well slim. Now sit!”
Her laugh had echoed throughout the room that day. She had never heard Magnus sound so sure about himself – she paused, thinking back to what Magnus had been saying.
The only thing that could affect my powers would be if I was somehow drained of energy.
No.
Magnus was in trouble.
Her feet seemed to fly as she thundered down the stairs and into the kitchen. It explained everything, why the shield wasn’t working, why Magnus looked so weary for the past couple of days and Clary knew who was to blame.
It was her brother, Jonathan Morgenstern.
She ripped open the back door and clambered out into the brisk morning air, already short for breath but she would not stop. She had to find Magnus and warn him of what was happening and soon.
The winding streets of Alicante were a maze that Clary weaved through swiftly. In the distance she could make out the small blue house that was home to her dear friend and without invitation she burst through the door.
The house was empty.
Her footsteps echoed off the sides of the walls creating a lonely feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. She urged herself forward into the study where she had revealed her burdens to Magnus only weeks ago.
A sickening feeling washed over her and she paused with her hand resting upon the doorknob. She knew something bad had happened. She could feel the dark energy lurking in the room.
Slowly, she turned the handle.
Magnus stood with his back to Clary, his body slightly bent in agonizing angles.
He cried out in pain, but the invisible force that held him captive only tightened its hold. Clary gasped as she stepped into the room.
Then she heard his voice, a voice so sinister and evil that she knew who it was even though she could not see him.
“Ah Clarissa, thank you for joining us,” Magnus’s body began to quiver and then suddenly he dropped to the ground unconscious.
Clary rushed to his side instantly fearing his death, but just as she was about to reach out and touch him, her hand was deflected by an invisible wall.
She looked up at her brother and snarled. “What have you done to him?” she yelled, rising to her feet in challenge. Jonathan only smiled. “Fear not little sister. I have not come for your friend,” he paused and looked her dead in the eye. His eyes were as black as night.
“I have come for you”
Links:
Shadowhunter’s:
http://www.shadowhunters.com/mortalinstruments/shadow-hunters.php
Characters:
http://www.shadowhunters.com/mortalinstruments/characters.php
http://www.shadowhunters.com/mortalinstruments/city.php
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