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"Wait, what?" Clary stares at Sarei in shock. By the angel what had she gotten herself into now?
"With your help I could bring him back to the world of the living, our world," she says gesturing upward with her hands, "as his blood it is your duty to-"
"Wait no! I'm not helping you bring anyone back," says Clary standing up suddenly. Sarei watches quietly before sighing softly.
"Of course, I should not have asked this of you...though I thought you would have been sympathetic, considering the fact that you brought back you're own lover," she says lacing her fingers together, eyes downcast. Clary feels an icy fist squeeze at her heart.
"That was different! I- that was-"
"Hush now, no need to explain," Sarei says softly. She smiles slightly before looking up.
"Forgive me, I hope you won't think too badly of me for my foolish request," she stands up and comes to stand in front of Clary and takes Clary's hands in her own.
"Go to you're family mansion in Idris, there are somethings that you will need to know if you are to triumph over you're next obstacle," she says beseechingly.
"My next obstacle? What-"
"All in good time Clary Fray, you will know soon enough, now I've kept you here too long," she says softly, "close your eyes and think of where you need to go."
"But what-"
"We're out of time child, if you stay here longer the courts will notice you, now do as I say," she says in a firmer tone of voice, "now do as I said, close your eyes and think of where you need to go."
Clary obeys reluctantly, unanswered questions running wild in her mind. She knew that Fae couldn't lie so that meant all the things that she said had to be true but-"
"Concentrate child," Clary hears Sarei whisper again. The New York institute, she chants in her mind. Suddenly her hands seem to burn hot where Sarei is touching them and suddenly, she is falling.
"Clary? Clary!" she hears someone shout. She groans and rubs her eyes. Her head feels like it's full of cotton wool and her eyes seem to have weights on them.
"She's awake!" she hears another voice say. Magnus? she slowly opens her eyes to see the slightly blurry images of Jace and Magnus leaning over her.
"Jace? Wha-"
"Oh thank god you're alive", he says embracing her as she struggles to get up. She looks around and realizes she's in the infirmary.
"What the hell happened to you?" Jace demands pulling back.There's a mixture of relief and anger in his eyes.
"I ran off after that demon, through that hedge an- what happened to that little girl?" she suddenly asks remembering.
"She's fine, the demon left her under some tree totally unharmed, we think it was probably a trap,so what happened to you?" Jace asks impatiently.
"Well, I went through that hedge and came out in Faery-"
"So that's why I couldn't track you," murmurs Magnus frowning, his arms folded in front of his turquoise waistcoat.
"Anyways, I came out in Faery in some clearing surrounded by oak trees, a few minutes later, an old woman named Fandri found me."
"Couldn't have been an old woman if she was in Faery," mutters Magnus. Jace glared at him.
"Well, it looked like an old woman, so then she said that her mistress could send me back here so I followed her."
"That was rather reckless, Faeries are known for twisting words," says Magnus raising one sparkly eyebrow. Jace nods silently.
"Probably, but I took a gamble and it paid off, well she lead me to this mansion and I was taken up by some butler to meet a lady called Sarei."
"I'm sorry did you just say Sarei?" Magnus asks in a shocked voice.
"Do you need to clean out your ears Magnus?" asks Jace impatiently. Magnus takes no notice.
"What did she look like?" he asks.
"She was tall and had white hair and blue eyes, she said she knew an ancestor of mine named-"
"Kaine Morgenstern," Magnus finishes gravely. Clary blinks.
"How did you know?" Clary asks. Jace stares as well. Magnus sighs and rubs at his forehead.
"Sarei is a Seelie princess, or at least she was, and Kaine was the man she loved, she went bat shit after he died, she never got over it, even though its been something like 400 years since."
"That's pretty sad," Clary says thinking of the grief in Sarei's eyes and her own when Jace had died even for that little while.
"Pretty much, but the hardest part was that he didn't return the feeling," Magnus says dryly snorting.
"Wait, you're four hundred years old?" Jace asks incredulously. Magnus shrugs as a slow smile spreads over Jace's face.
"That's irrelevant," he says rolling his eyes.
"So, who was this Kaine?" asks Clary.
"Kaine...how do I begin to even describe him? you know how Valentine was charming? well, magnify that by a thousand times and subtract all that pride and you have Kaine Morgenstern, Lord Hargreaves," Magnus says looking up.
"He was a lord?"
"Yup, his mother Annaliese Morgenstern married an English Marques, some sort of youthful rebellion I was told, the couple had too sons, Kaine and Charles, Kaine inherited the title after his father died when Kaine was eighteen, Charles and Analiesse moved back to Idris after that,"
"Why?"
"Well Analiesse was an outsider in England anyway, being German, I suppose she felt no point in staying after her husband died and Charles was a shadow hunter through and through, he didn't take up the title after Kaine died either, he thought it was dull."
"Smart guy," Jace mutters.
"Maybe, anyways Kaine wasn't a stranger to shadowhunting either,he was even inquisitor for a short while before he died,"
"How old was he when he died?"
"Twenty five, although nobody's been very sure, they never found his body," Magnus frowns.
"Sarei said that everyone, downworlders and shadowhunters worked together then."
"She's romanticizing, Sarei sees everything that happened in that time period with rose coloured lenses, what happened was that the wards got weak and a prince of hell escaped into the mortal world, it was a case of choosing the lesser evil for both shadowhunters and downworlders, it wasn't a fun time for anyone."
"So everyone got together to defeat that demon? did it work?"
"In a way, what else did Sarei say about Kaine?"
"She said that he would have been proud of me and he would have been sad to see what's happened to the Morgensterns."
Magnus chuckled softly, "I suppose he would have been proud of you, he always did like people who went against the clave."
"But you said he was an inquisitor?"
"Well, the clave and council liked Kaine well enough, again he didn't reciprocate, he thought they were dull."
"Dull?"
"He was a bit of a sociopath." he says shrugging. Clary noticed there was a slight slump in his shoulders. Clary's eyes widen slightly.
"Magnus, did you know him?" she asks softly. Both she and Jace stare at him as Magnus averts his eyes.
"Enough about Kaine, the important thing is that you're safe, I'm sure the others are already waiting downstairs." he says turning around and walking out of the infirmary.
"Wait! Magnus how-"
"Let it go Clary we'll ask him later," says Jace rubbing her shoulders, "it's probably a painful memory for him, we'll talk to Alec and coax it out of him"
"The world must be going mad if you're being the reasonable one," Clary says sighing. Jace smiles and kisses her forehead softly.
"Your dead ancestor is the least of your worries right now, your mom is waiting for you downstairs."
Clary groans and falls back onto the pillow, roughly rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms, "crap she's going to kill me."
As Clary follows Jace and Magnus downstairs a hundred thoughts rush into her head. Kaine Morgenstern...what did he have to do with Sarei's cryptic prophecy? but she was a Faery and Faeries didn't always make sense but still...she had seemed honest..and Magnus...Clary carefully observed his back. he had been oddly quie after Kaine had come up. Did he know him? and if so, why hadn't he mentioned him before?