MortalInstruments

My head is spinning as I sit on the rooftop of the chapel behind our townhouse, absentmindedly picking weeds and loose threads from my grass-stained jeans, feeling the ghost of Fall skim ice-tipped fingers across my cheekbones as I try not to remember how haunted your spinel-blue eyes looked earlier, friend, as though they were holding something back when they found me all alone in a dark room in my family’s apartment, the last time we spoke. And I’m wearing your jacket now, boy, perhaps out of spite, perhaps as just some petty revenge act after our fight, or perhaps I just wanted to slide my arms through the saddle-brown leather sleeves, feel traces of your warmth and inhale the scent of early 2000s nostalgia, of home; all cedar-wood, rust and amber, reminding me of how we used to train like soldiers in gymnasiums and dusky campgrounds, asphalt black-tops, how we once embraced like brothers, as though our lighthearted displays of affection were nothing out of the ordinary for

CH.9- THe Anger and Pain I feel hands wrap around me, but I shake them off. Though when I hear my boys I let myself fall even more into the ground to feel them wrap their arms around me. I feel the pain of losing someone I love hit me like a freight train. The truth of it all comes crashing down, and all I want to do is protect my family and get payback on the one that had taken a crucial part away. I feel Luke shake me a little bit causing me to let go of my boys as I look up. “Magnus, I need you to help with the warlock that did this. We have no idea who he is and why he did this to Alec.” I nod my head, “We can talk about it with the Clave and I will have my words with them like how the hell a warlock can be so unknown if they are so all knowing.” Luke sighs as he looks at me, “Magnus, they’re either old enough to stay hidden or young enough to not have stood out. It’s not the clave’s fault.” “Not the Clave’s fault! Are you kidding me it’s the clave that’s gotten us into this