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A Crown of Darkness or Light

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When Harry awoke, he had no idea where he was. Or who he was with. Because to the left of him lay a man he had never seen, probably a little younger than him. He had black hair, and a orange t-shirt on.
Wait, he thought, looking to the right, catching a flash of orange hair. He scrambled up, pulling out his wand. Albus,James, Lily- what if they were here? No, it’s only Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, - and Draco!? They were all pulling out their wands to, but that when Harry turned around to see the people that were in the clearing with them.
“Wands out, behind me.” He ordered. All of the people that were lining the clearing, roughly 50 or 60 people, had some sort of weapons out. From daggers and swords to muggle instruments, the ones that shot something that killed out the end, to a Chakram. To, Merlin, was that magic? But - without a wand? That’s impossible.
Everyone actually did what he ordered without complaint, including Draco. That’s a first, he thought sourly.
But even this situation didn't shut him up. “Potter, what is going on?”
“I don’t know, Malfoy. But do not make the first move. I don’t know where we are, or what is happening, but the last thing we want to do is start something with these people. But be ready.”
All around the clearing, leaders were giving similar orders. And similar conversations going on. Like to the left of them, a woman was saying “You have shields around us, right?” and a male replying “Of course I have shields up, Aelin. I had shields up from the moment we both woke up.” He said, obviously annoyed.
And another group with people, with the same tattoos, swirling marks that were on their skin, but obvious that they didn't know the same people with the marks, but in a different group? Same weapons, but they didn't know each other. Excpt, it seemed, one. He was to far to see what they were saying, but… it looked very awkward.
He almost laughed at that. He almost laughed at the whole situation. He would have laughed at the whole situation if his friends weren't here with him. He could deal. But they shouldn’t have to. And there was the whole Draco issue…. And the fact they were surrounded by people with weapons, and they looked like they knew how to use them.
And then Harry’s life went to hell (Well, descended farther into hell ) as a woman appeared in the middle of the clearing.
“Hello,” she said. She had dark hair, chocolate brown, and a young looking face, but her voice, while smooth and velvety, was strong as iron. It held a promise, the voice you hear in dreams and your nightmares. “You can put your weapons down. This is not a moment of conflict.”
Not one person moved an inch.
“You all have lived through a hard trial. Many of you have done horrible, unforgivable things. But you all have managed to live through it. Not without scars, whether visible or not. But you lived through it, because you knew what the price would be to the innocent lives if you didn't. You knew that you had to save those who couldn't save themselves.” She pauses, surveying the clearing.
“Well some of us did,” Ginny says, sending a look as sharp as a dagger Draco’s way. And Harry might have imagined it, but he saw Draco flinch.
“And it needs to happen again. You all defeated a form of evil, one that is back, someone that now threatens all your worlds.”
“You're saying that these people come from different worlds?” asked a man with dark hair and a blade that looked like it was made of white light, and tattoos of swirling marks on his skin. “That’s impossible. There are no other worlds.”
“No.” she said. “ There are. But if you don’t act, there might not be.”
“How do we know to trust you?” asked a man in a muggle suit, but deep red in color and medals and a decorative sash adorning it.
“The same way I know you, Emperor Kaito of the Commonwealth. The same way that I know you Harry Potter.” She looks straight at me, looking like she can see right through me. “The same way I can see the doubt in both of your minds.” It’s clear on his face that’s exactly what he was thinking.
“Oh come on,” says Draco. “Lucky guess. It’s not like every single person here was thinking that,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
She turns, and smiles. It’s one of the creepiest things Harry has ever witnessed, and that’s really saying a lot.
“Draco Malfoy. Trapped by family. Never been able to make your own choices, at least not with people dear to you suffering from it. Just trying not to hurt the people closest to you, even at the expense of others.” Draco went impossibly still, his grey eyes trying to stare her down.
“So much regret. So much sadness. I know about what you did to yourself. And how you visit every grave, every year, on the day it all began for you. How you blame yourself. How you did’nt help. How you fought for the enemy. How, every night you wonder why Harry Potter spoke up for you at your trial. Because you think you don’t deserve it to be walking free.”
Draco swallows.
“How you regret that first day on the Hogwarts express. How you have come to hate everyone you tried so hard to protect. How you are alone. I know it, Draco.”
Harry had almost never seen Draco so torn apart. Even in the battle, he had something. Some purpose, something to fight for. Now he looked empty. Maybe, Harry realized, as hard as the war had been on him, Draco had suffered more. Maybe he had always had it worse. Not that that excused how hAe acted, he thought bitterly, but maybe it explained it. And he had been too shallow to see past Draco’s exterior. Maybe they all had. Everyone, friends, family, and enemies alike.
“How do you know that?” His voice was shaking and empty.
“Have you ever wondered where magic came from? In the beginning ? How wizards, as you call yourselves, have magic?”
Even Hermione didn't have a specific answer. “Well Batida Bagshot did have theories, as did other great historians, but none have been able to prove them…”
“Exactly.” She turned to a man wearing extravagant and expensive looking clothes, with streaks of color in his hair. “Do you know where your magic comes from, Magnus Bane, as you now call yourself?”
“Wait, that wasn't always his name?” asks a blonde boy in there group, with swirling marks on his skin.
Magnus Bane fixes him with a glare. “You really are a moron, aren't you?” Another one of their group, with the same marks but black hair and blue eyes, the tallest one there, snorts and wraps his arm around Magnus.
But Magnus looks back at the women. “I’m a warlock.” He looks like he barely restrains from rolling his eyes. Which only faintly amuses the women. “My magic comes from my father.”
She smiles that same creepy, intimidating smile. “Yes your father. A king of hell. Witch makes you a prince of hell. Very ironic isn’t it? The prince of hell and the warrior of heaven.” The black haired boy’s arm tightens around Magnus.
“But who, do you think, made it so demon and human children could have magic?”
She turns away before he has an opportunity to answer.
“And you, Piper Mclean. Who do you think gave you your ability to charmspeak?”
“It was my mother,” she answered, “Of course, the gods gave us our powers, my mother in my case -”
“But who,” the woman said, “Gave the gods their powers?” She smiles faintly.
“I am magic. I am the keeper of white magic, or “Good magic”. I am the keeper of worlds. But there is a opposite to everything. As I am the good side to magic, there is a evil. That is why you are here. He has lost. This is his last push, he used the last of his magic to recreate all the villains that you fought, and to bind them together, to strengthen them. And to bind the worlds together. So all the people, all of the heros, are together.So they can make one big push, and destroy everything. I brought you here, and bonded you together. You are now connected. You cannot use each other's magic or skill, but you can draw what you need from each other. You now need to save everything now.”
She turned back towards Harry. “Your son saw a world similar to what it would become. But worse. Every form of evil unleashed. Bloodshed eventually even within the leaders. Power in the wrong hands.”
“And if they win, they will kill me. This can’t happen, because if they do, my magic goes to him. And then light magic will cease to exist.”
“And now you will not only fight for the people. Not only for you kingdom. But for that stranger that you woke up to only a few minutes ago. That stranger that your life no depends on.” Her voice is deadly serious. “You fight for what they will do to every person in these cities and kingdoms.”
“Do we have a choice?” asks a man with short brown hair and a sword with a eagle on its hilt.
“Watch everything and everyone you hold dear be destroyed, or try and stop it.” She says simply. “It’s your choice.”
“I will,” said a voice from my left. And Draco, Draco Malfoy, stepped forward. “I made the wrong choice once. I’m not letting myself do that again.”
“I’m in.” Harry stepped up to Draco’s side.
“Me too.” Ron and Hermione said at the same time, Ginny, Neville, and Luna quickly following.
And almost everyone else complied after them. Almost everyone. Except one.
“I can’t. I can’t do this.” said a short woman with shoulder length brown hair, and a tattoo of birds on her collarbone. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
She turns and she walks into the trees, even after a man walks towards her saying “Tris! Please. I know this is...weird but people might die. It’s what you've always stood for… What happened? What happened to you?”
But she walks away with tears in her eyes, and she doesn't look back.

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“Maeve was sacrificed last time, and even with the Dark Queen, we were barely able to keep Erawan locked away. And now he’s back, more powerful than ever. How are we supposed to keep him from destroying all of Erilea, not to even mention Terrasen or these other worlds?” proclaimed Lysandra. “I now we need to fight, but,” she shrugged. “You also need to know the wars we can’t win.”
We were at the edge of the clearing, two other groups of people on either side of us. All groups were deciding, at her insistence, that some members had to go with another group. She said we’d still have contact, but we would be patrolling new lands with them and maybe even fighting with these strangers we had never met and were supposed to trust.
“But if we don’t try, we won’t have a home to come back to.” Added Elide. Her black hair was braided back, and as usual now Lorcan was staring at her, but she was ignoring him. Even when helping with My Queen escape, she had not forgiven him in the treason of selling her out to save Elide’s own life.
“And these new strangers might be able to help.” I put in. I hesitated, but they would have to know, and better sooner than later. “Did you see that one male, who looked also like Fae, with the tattoos?” I asked.
“Yes,” Aelin replied. “What about him?”
“Incredibly powerful, with magic much like Lorcan’s and Maeve’s. I don’t know what it was though. I've never encountered it. I know you felt it too,” I added in Lorcan’s direction. The male had been quiet, even with the return of his long lost Queen. “He’s dangerous. He might be able to help, or he could destroy.”
“Could you take him?” Aelin asked. My wife. I looked into her face, seeing the determination, but also the hint of fear that was held there. She new how much was coming, so fast and fierce. “Maybe. It would depend on who could last longer.”
“And one other thing,” I pointed out. “The blood oaths. Lorcan and Fenrys and Connell were all still sworn to her when she died - will they still have to obey her?”
Lorcan looked on steadily, without hesitation. “We cannot know, at least for now.” Was all he said.
And only someone who had known him for centuries could read the anger and sadness the resolved in his eyes. And the promise of a storm of violence to be unleashed upon them all.

*****

“Aelin, I don’t think you should be doing this,” I stated. I know I looked formidable standing there arms crossed , twin swords strapped across my back, hatch and daggers in my belt, and a stormy expression on my face. She wasn't fazed by any of it.
I did not like her plan. Despite being told by her, or the light one, that this was a good idea, I still hated being apart from Aelin, especially in circumstances such as this where even Mala fire-bringer couldn't help us.
“Be careful, Fireheart,” I whispered, drawing her close.
“You to, Buzzard,” she said. I huffed in amusement.
I drew her even closer, pressing my lips to hers. A whisper of a kiss, to be written among legends and forgotten in the stars.
“When I get back, you and I will have a lot to catch up on, milady.”
“We’ll see if you can do good on those promises, Prince.” she said, with a look of wickedness in her eyes that had me swallowing.
“Let them learn to fear fire, Majesty,” I said louder, pulling away.
And her smile was all I needed to know the hell she would unleash upon them all.
And Elide, Lysandra, and Lorcan followed me forward.
But before we could get to the center, she appeared in front of us. She smiled faintly, that thin smile that concealed plans and danger, the future and the past.
She stands up, talking to everyone again. “A fair amount of my magic will be used up with transportation capabilities. So I can get you anywhere you need to be, but it will cost me. There's a limit to all power, even mine.” She looked around.
“So all of you will get my gift. All you have to do is say the name of the place you want to go, and you will appear there, and you can speak to each other through them.”
And on my hand a simple silver ring appeared, with a pattern of ancient symbols that I had only seen once, in my father’s library when I was very, very young.
“And now the name of where you first need to go will appear on your ring, “ she said. “Good luck.”
And she was gone.
I checked- Elide’s, Lysandra’s, and Lorcan’s all said the same thing.
And I looked once more back at Aelin as people around the clearing began to disappear.
She nodded.
“Ok,” I said. “On my count. Three, two, one. The Night Court.”
And we were gone in a flash of light.

*****

We appeared in a house- no it was an apartment, with carvings in the wooden door, there was a red carpet on the floor, and the rooms to both the left and the right looked lived in and comfortable.
And with a man who wasn't fae ,but with a feel of magic and powers like one, with wings and dark hair standing before us. And two other winged males standing behind him. He, however was clearly the leader. And he had a smirk on his face that matched the one I knew had been on my face a million times.
Lorcan was by my side in an instant, like we had fought a hundreds times before. Lysandra was gathering her strength, and she was about ready to shift. The two males behind him had stones on them 7, one had red, one had blue, and they were full of otherworldly power. One was smirking. The other, darker, more handsome one was standing stone faced, his sword still in its sheath, but his hand lingering dangerously close to it.
I could tell by their stance and simply they way they were hardened that they were warriors that had been in more than one battle.
“Well,” the first one drawled, “ We might as well be hospitable. Rhysand High Lord of the Night Court.” He gestured to us. “And you are?”
“Rowan Whitethorn.” I replied. “Prince consort of Terrasen, Prince of Dornelle.”
“And this is Lorcan Salvaterre,” my mind goes blank for a title for him.
“Prince of Dornelle.” he cuts in. The title doesn't technically belong to him anymore, but - maybe it’s all he has left, even if it doesn't belong to him.
“Lysandra, Lady of Carraverre, and Elide Lochan, Lady of Perrath.” I said gesturing to them. “And they are? Part of your court, I assume?”
“We call it my inner circle, but yes. This,” he said, pointing roughly at the darker, classically handsome one, “Is Azriel my spymaster, and this one,” he said, pointing to the other, “Is my general. He commands my armies.”
“Welcome,” said Azriel. His voice was smooth, but unreadable.
“This is Velaris, city of starlight,” said Rhysand. “This is where my court is stationed. You're in the land of Prythian. Our enemy here is a king from an island-nation called Hybern to the west.”
“I am the High Lord - My mate Feyre, The High Lady went with my second Amren, and my third, Morrigan, a land called Terrasen.”
The surprise must have shown on one of our facs, for he raised an eyebrow after he said that.
“Terrasen is where we're from,” explained Elide. “Your mate will be safe with our Queen,” Lorcan’s jaw tightened. “ Aelin Galathynius is our queen, but also with her are the Crochan Witch- Queen Manon Blackbeak. And the general prince of Terrasen, Aedion. “
I didn't stop her. That was information that if we were actually going to trust these people, we would have to give them, or that they would find out anyway.
“What the hell are you?” said the one called Cassian. Rhysand glared at him. He just shrugged. “Don’t mean to be rude, but you're not High Fae or lesser faeries. No wings, so you're not Illyrians, so what the hell are you?”
“Lorcan and I are Fae. Lysandra there is a shapeshifter,” she smirked. “An Elide is human.” I looked at them quizzically. “Although I think it's fair to ask the same of you.”
He laughed. “Az and I are bastard born Illyrians. Rhys is a bastard, half High Fae, half Illyrian.”
“But were being inhospitable.” He said. “It’s time for dinner.” And he walked into the room, Rhysand rolling his eyes, actually rolling his eyes, and following. And Lorcan lead our party after them, into a land we didn’t know, with people we needed to learn to trust.

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Annabeth POV
When you suddenly get pulled into a new land and get told that your world is under attack, by more evils than you can imagine, and that there probably going to kill you and everyone that you love, most people’s reaction is to feel scared. But, apparently, that was not Percy’s. And when we get transported to a new land and there are several angry-looking, older, magic people and a giant castle, nope, that isn't a concern. And yes, it is a great idea to just walk up there, stick you hand out and start babbling away. But, that is what Seaweed Brain was doing.
“Hey!” he said. “I’m Percy. Were greek demigods. Do you know...”
“Yes.” Said one of them, a woman with dark brown hair. The other two looked at her. “Intercultural studies of the muggle world. They are said to be myths in the muggle world, but i'm guessing that is not the case.” Both men looked completely blank. “You know, the children of gods and humans with special powers?” The two men looked at her. She sighs heavily. “Well, also in muggle mythology, there are stories about witches and wizards. All myths start from a truth, so logic would dictate…” she trails off as they still stare blankly at her.
Boy, do I know that feeling.
“Nevermind.” she says. She turns back to us.
“Im Hermione Granger, the Minister of Magic. This is Harry Potter, he’s Auror, and the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. And Draco Malfoy. He is working as a healer in St.Mungo's hospital.”
As soon as she started talking about the blonde wizard, it was clear they had a long and complicated past. She didn't quite want to speak bad about him, but was unwilling to speak to well about him.
I’m not a child of Athena for nothing, and though we don’t understand people as well as the Aphrodite kids, we do pretty well. All in a logical sence, of course. The woman and the one with the scar were long friends, but the blonde one- she couldn't get a read on him.
Oh well, she thought. I guess, if things go according to plan, then she would find out.
“I’m Annabeth Chase.” I say. “I am a daughter of Athena,” the woman, at least, seems to understand this. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” I hold my hand out. The woman, Hermione, shakes it agreeably, followed by the man named Harry, but he blonde one - Draco - stays back. Followed by a nasty look from Hermione.
“This here is Percy Jackson , he is a son of Poseidon, and Nico di Angelo , son of Hades, Will Solace, son of Apollo, and finally Piper Mclean, daughter of Aphrodite.”
It is awkward for a moment, before Hermione says “Well, welcome to Hogwarts.”
And she leads us up to the castle in the distance.
****
I don’t blame them for looking so taken aback. I’m guessing they weren't expecting 5 teenagers. They look to be in their late 20s to early 30s.
Draco, especially, seems very doubtful.
He seemed sincere with his speech in the beginning, but he doesn't seem to fit in or be a very nice person. At least to his two companions.
We enter to the gates of the castle, when Harry takes out a long stick and he murmurs something- and a white light shoots out the end and bounds off. It looked like it was in the form of some kind of deer.
“It’s how we perform magic. We use a wand.” He hesitates. “As I understand it….” he glances at Hermione. “You have special powers too?”
“Yes.” I say. It may not be logical, but I take satisfaction in the fact that they well be as taken aback at our performance as we were at theirs.
I nod to Percy, who is standing behind me.
And a geyser of water erupts from the ground behind us. He then shapes the water into a heart shape, and kisses my cheek.
I can feel myself blushing despite myself.
And they do indeed look very taken aback.
****
Harry’s POV
After all of these years, there was one person that still scared him. And she was standing right there, spectacles on her nose, emerald green robes, and a very displeased look on her face. He knew his patronus hadn't said a lot, and that he had probably broken a dozen school rules by bringing a bunch of non-magical strangers from another world into the school. Well, at least nothing had changed.
With that thought on his mind he broke out into a huge grin, earning a weird look from Draco.
“Minister, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy,” she said. “May I dare inquire what you are doing here?”
Her tone, while still severe, held warmth beneath it. It was the same tone she had used when he had used the cruciatus curse on Carrow.
“Well,” I started out, “Um.. We were... um...transported to a place, and were told to save the world, and came back with these people to do it? Ron, Luna, Neville, and Ginny were taken someplace else.” I also realize just how crazy that sounds when I said it.
“You want me to believe,” she starts out, and I wince “that there are forces at work we don’t know, and they have brought a bunch of untrained teenagers to win a war brought about by an enemy we don't know and that Voldemort is still alive, on top of it all?”
“Headmistress Mcgonagall, would I really be standing here if this wasn't happening and that I believed it?” Draco cuts in, stepping forward.
Their gazes meet. Draco doesn’t back down. Neither does the Headmistress.
She sighs. “Well, come up to my office. I will hear you out. But I make no promises. Trouble follows you, Harry Potter.” I flinch slightly. That hurts. It reminds me of Tonks, Lupin, Moody. The ones I couldn't save. The ones that died for me. The ones that I, however indirectly, killed.
*****

 

Annabeth POV
We are lead up to the castle, around a tree that lean at us menacingly, and through huge front doors. The corridors are lined with moving portraits. That talk. Will almost gave himself a heart attack when one of them called “Yee brave new knights. Carry yourselves to glory!” into our ear. And continued to follow us around the castle until the Headmistress glared at him. There are people flying on broomsticks out the window. This place- it's amazing. It feels like you could spend a hundred years here and never find all of it’s secrets. There are boys and girls ranging in age from about 11-17 in robes, carrying wands. We go through a rotating door in the shape of an eagle to get to a circular room, with a desk in the center, the walls full of portraits and books. And a bunch of instruments and charts I don’t understand.
And they debate. Until I realize - i don’t understand this world. But I do see that i am with the most powerful people in it. Harry is a savior. Hermione is the leader of the government. I’m not sure about the rest, but they seem to follow suit.
I cut in, they have been arguing about specifies the last half hour. “They way I see it, you put your people on high alert. You put us to where we'll be the most helpful, and where we can learn from you.”
“We don’t want to worry anybody unnecessarily..” Hermione says.
“And when they're dead, you might have wanted to worry them.” Our gazes met.
“She’s right.” Hermione turns. “That will be our game plan - i’ll get to the ministry and see what I can do. Draco, Harry, Annabeth, Will, Nico, Piper, Percy, stay here. Ron, come with me. We are now, by the order of the Minister of Magic, at war.”

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Alec knew that he would forever be grateful for the steady hand that was resting on the small of his back. A hand that belonged to Magnus. A steady support that I didn't have last time I walked into hell. This time, I wasn't literally walking into hell, just the New York institute, but I knew that soon it would feel no different.
Magnus and Isabelle followed me, Jace, Clary and Luke having gone with the other shadowhunters. Following Isabel was a rag-tag group that consisted of a pilot, (Really, what help would a pilot be in the institute?) a queen, who, as I understand it, had some powers, but not of help. Also a king, who seemed like nothing special. A human, untrained, powerless. But we still were here. And a supposed tech genius.
“I am taking temporary control of the institute as the highest ranking member here, until we can contact the clave. We have a…. Situation we are still trying to figure out the details to. I want 24 hour patrols around the city, until further notice. I know this will stretch our resources thin, but we hopefully will have backup from the clave within the week.” I addressed all the institute members in front of me.
“Unlikely, with the history of the clave,” muttered Magnus from behind me. I ignored him.
“Who are they?” called out a voice from the back. “They don’t look like Shadowhunters.”
I would have to answer these questions either now or later, and at least I might be able to stop some rumors if I answered now.
“They aren't shadowhunters, or members of the shadow world. But they are friends and allies, and will be treated as such.” My gaze ran over the people in the room, daring one of them to speak out. None did.
“Isabelle, will you show our guests around?” I ask, knowing that she will enjoy this activity much more than I will.
“Scared, big brother? Or want some, ah,” she glances at Magnus, “ special time?”
“Isabelle,” I groan.
“No, no big brother. You go on.” she says, laughing and pulling the woman who came by the hand, the others following her.
I roll my eyes.
And when I get to my room, I collapse on my bed. Magnus follows me, but sits down elegantly. His eyes are crinkled on the edges. He, for the first time i’ve known him, looks old.
As if hearing my thoughts, he says “Alexander, I am over 800 years old, and I have never experienced anything like this.” He swings his legs up on the bed next to me, and he puts an arm around my shoulders.
****
We stay like that for a while. I eventually get up, Magnus following me. I feel a pan of loss in my chest. It was a year after the war had happened, when I had gone into hell to try and save him.
“You go. I’ll be there in a second.” He looks at me quizzically, but he leaves.
I open my top drawer, and take out the small black box, opening it up to see the silver band inside. I needed to hide it in a better place now that we were entering a war. A war that would see us through, god be damned. I was going to die before I let anyone be taken from me a second time.
Singing with that though, I slide the box deep into the back of the drawer.
******
Magnus smiles at me as I enter the room. We make eye contact, and I feel myself smiling too. He has that effect on me.
Isabelle seems to be charming the hell out of these new strangers. Especially the tech girl. She was sitting in front of one of the screens, tapping away.
“I need to get a better look at this - the forces that they work off of are different, but..i think I could update it. You could probably use this technology to hack into the systems all around the city, or the camera, which, as i understand it will be more helpful for you.” She is drumming her fingers against the screens.
“How much experience do you have fighting?” I cut right to the chase, over the group’s clamor.
One anwsers, drawing herself up to a fuller height. “We all fought a war. And we may not have the same, or even as developed, skills as you do, but we have fought a war against a heartless tyrant.”
I pause to reconsider her. Because for a moment, I saw a queen. A queen in a strange new world, but a queen who was still going to fight for her people.
“Yes” she says. She hesitates. “Im also a mechanic and a cyborg.”
“Like..part machine?” Izzy says, startled.
“Yes.”
“Ok.”
“This is Cress, Kai, and Carswell Thorne. Thorne’s a Pilot. Cress is a hacker. Kai is a King on earth.”
“Do any of you have any experience with weapons?” I asked. If they hadn;t, which seemed likely, then I had to start it soon. This was a different world.
“I have a power called glamour - it can make me look different, and can also persuade people of things- like I could tell you that you were really tired, and you would believe it.”
“Can you make people tell the truth? That could be helpful.” I asked, my mind completely concerned about how they would fit into our ranks.
“Yes, I potentially could.” She answered.
“I have some experience, but mostly with guns.” The pilot answered.
“Those slow down demons, but don't work that well. And you?” I turn to the girl, Cress.
“None.”
“Ok, so if all of you agree then I would like to start you with a basic weapons training course. We can modify our stuff to help you, and because you can’t use seraph blades because you aren't shadowhunters, maybe we could enchant regular weapons?” I question, looking at Magnus.
“Maybe. Because they don't come from this world, it’s possible my magic won't work. But we can see.”
“Ok. Has any demon activity been sighted?”
“No. Not yet.” Answered Izzy.
“Alright. Has any contact with idris been made?”
“We've contacted mom and dad, but we'll see. It won't be easy to get the Clave’s support, Alec. You know that right? Especially with Clary, Jace, and Simon gone..they won’t take to us easily.”
“I know. We might be able to get Jace back here to convince the Clave.”
She heald my eyes. “You think there's no chance they'll take our word?”
“None.”
“We’re war heros. That should count for something.” she grumbled.
I allow a small smile to break out on my face. “I know Iz.”
I also allow myself to walk beside Magnus and wrap an arm around his waist. The one guy, Thorne, smirks a little. I glare at him, but it doesn’t seem to deter him. I feel a little dislike rising, but I try to push it down. These are apparently my partners in a coming war i’m going to need them by my side.
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I wanted to go to Magnus’s place really bad. Izzy got the newcomers set up, got through one basic class, and showed them their rooms. Apparently the captain actually was with the smart blonde girl-Cress-which surprised me. What was she doing with a show-off like him?
Anyway, I was glad I hadn't when the alarms started blaring and the red lights flashing. I jumped into action, like i’d been trained to do for so long. A few minutes later I was ready, Izzy showing up a few minutes later.
“Where’s Magnus?”
“Back at the loft. Clave rules. God, there's only us two shadowhunters holding this place down. And the newcomers.”
“Call Magnus. He deserves to know what’s happening, Alec.” She says as I glare at her. “We then decide what to do- there’s only 10 of them. WIth the element of surprise, we should be able to defeat them.”
“They could just be bait to draw us out and more of them waiting.”
“I can hack into the security cameras and find out. Give me a minute and a half.” Cress says, Thorne, Kai, and Cinder following her.
I call Magnus.
He answers, obviously fully awake.
“There’s demons on the front steps of the institute.”
“I’ll portal in.”
“Can you get inside the institute?”
“Yes.”
“How?” I’m pretty sure he hears the disbelief in my voice.
But to no avail, as he steps into the institute a moment later.
I just raise my eyebrows.
“Don’t forget who made the wards, sweetheart.”
I smile. And kiss his cheek and Cress says, “I got it. I don’t think there’s any more”
“Ok. Cinder, Thorne, Izzy come with me. We will confront them outside. But I think it’s more likely they came to deliver a message.”
“You will link in on the comms, so we know when to retreat if needed. Watch our backs. And you two, stay out of our way. We will handle the majority of the fighting. ”
Cinder and Kai kiss.
“Do you have to go?” he murmurs. “You know I have to.” she says back. “Don’t worry,” she says, showing a gun at her hip and a sword in her hand.
Thorne comes up behind me, Cinder following. You to, watch each other's backs closely. We'll be watching to.” A direct. “Magnus…” I hesitate.
“Honey.” he says. His eyes look old and sad. “I have fought many a war.”
“Does Not mean that I can’t sorry. Or always want you by my side.” I say. My eyes meet his. He leans in and kisses me. “Ok.” I say, holding his eyes. “Magnus, right flank, Izzy and me left.”
I nod. And we march out.
The demon leader speaks first. “Despite what you might think, shadowhunter, we are not here for a fight. You warlock, your allies will do you no good. We have you outnumbered, out planned. You allies will be dead. Your sister will die at your feet. Your whore warlock lover will be next. And the finally I might answer the old debt between us, Alexander Gideon Lightwood. ”
“Not now.” I hiss, the comment about Magnus and my sister stinging deep inside me. “Not ever.”
And I throw my dagger straight into his chest.