RIP
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Sunlight filters through the trees, lovely dappled patternsappearing on beach and water alike. The lake- Luke’s farm. It’sall so familiar, by now, that it almost makes Magnus sick.Time to move on again, he says to himself. But no matter what, he feels that he can’t go quite yet. Just one last thing.
And so he finds himself there on that lovely morning, perchedon the roof like a cat. None of the milling Shadowhunters belowwill look up ; none of them will give a damn that a Warlock is onthe roof. Luke and Jocelyn had a hard enough time dealing as itwas. They did not need him to appear there.
His white jacket snapped in the wind, and he drew it tighteraround him. For once, Magnus bore no glitz or glamours. He simplyhad not been able to bring himself to be any more done up. Hair,instead of it’s usual spikes, was tied back, and there was no makeuptoday.
Down below, the Shadowhunters gathered. The group wassmall. Of course, many more would have shown, but the location anddate were kept a close secret ; too much fanfare, and too manyenemies still lurking in the shadows. Nearby, Simon, wiping at his cheek and holding on to Isabelle. Alec stood to the side, head bowed and posture rigid.And there, on one side, was Luke, his arm around his wife. Jocelyn’s hair, although not as vibrant as it may once havebeen, still stood out against her white clothes.
And on her other side was Jace. Golden as ever, but as heturned his head, cat’s eyes easily picked out the grief. Red- rimmedeyes, the tracks of tears still fresh upon his cheeks, and an expressionthat looked as though the world had just come crashing down aroundhim. And Magnus supposed that it had, considering that the bodyon the pyre was Clary’s.
He couldn’t bring himself to glance at it for more than a fewseconds at a time. As customary, her eyes were bound with white silk.Red hair fanned out around her, the same color as the fire that wouldsoon burn her body away. It mocked him.
You could have saved her.
Shadowhunters stepped forward ; Clave member’s whose namehe knew not. Fire leaped and danced on the tip of a torch, excited forit’s task. And there, another Nephilim stepped up. Jocelyn took the torchfrom one of them and stepped up to the pyre. Magnus watched herhesitation as she lifted the torch, and heard her anguished cry as shedropped it onto the pile. Within seconds, the blaze had caught, consumingevery part of the wood and the body that had lain on top of it.
The body of the little girl that had started a big war. The body of the little girl who had saved the world.
It took a long while for the Shadowhunters to disperse, even asthe fire kept burning away. Magnus came down quietly, avoiding theothers as well as he could on his way to the lake- shore. On his way toher pyre. To her grave.
He stood in front of the blaze as it roared and danced in triumph,relishing in the claiming of one more Nephilim. It was too sunny out forthis. Why was the sun shining? It should have been raining. Emotionrose from the pt of his stomach, things he had not felt in a long time.Sadness. Despair. Loneliness. Loss.
He had lost Clary, the closest thing to a sister that he had everhad.
Magnus sank down on the ground, and his lips formed the words,though he could hear nothing.
“Don’t leave me, too.”
Tears fell down his cheeks, and it started to rain.