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In the northern part of Alicante Island, there were a few villages; people that had rather lived quietly in fields than near the chief's house where the city life was more busy and fast. However far people lived on the island, it was Robert Lightwood's job to make sure people were in security and living well. And one day it would be one of his children's job. It was why, six years ago, Robert had asked his son Alec to come with him for his round around the island.

Something that would become an habit over the years.

Alec remembered how he had looked forward that day. He remembered how stressed he had been too. Yes, he remembered those feelings well, but the Alicanti shook the memory out of his mind. Just as every time he thought of Alicante, a melancholic pang hit him in the chest.

'' May the Angel greet you on Nanamo Island as rare are the visitors that come here. Hope your travel has followed the wind. I am Brother Enoch leader of this village, I have a few papers for you to sign, so if you could follow me.''

That was what the old man in front of Alec and Jace had said. It was only then that the former noticed how no one had used religious expression before. No one even mentioned the Angel here. Never mind that for Alec, 'here' meant the whole world outside of Alicante. Still, it struck a homesick fibre in Alec, to hear that expression again: 'Hope your travel has followed the wind'. They used to say that in Alicante when hunters came back with game or when his father and him went to one village to another. He knew how to answer that.

'' The Angel's wind guided us here.'' affirmed Alec as he bowed. From the corner of the eye, he saw Jace did the same after him, carefully copying his friend.

'' Ah, a child of the Angel.'' noted Brother Enoch, and Alec didn't understand if the man was happy or not about that. He was being scrutinized and felt uneasy. Maybe the Alicanti should have not answered? The other man's emotion was oddly unreadable, as if the brother had years of practising perfect stillness.

Jace and Alec exchanged a glance, and the blue-eyed young man knew he wasn't the only one unable to read Brother Enoch.

'' What a particular timing.'' muttered the old man, before looking at Jace's ankle and Alec's arm and telling them: '' Well, come with me. You have papers to sign, and a healer to see.''

'' Wait, who are you? What papers do you want us to sign?'' asked Jace promptly.

The man turned around, but answered over his shoulder: '' I am the Elder Brother, leader of Nanamo, and well, don't you know every island as its customs? It is unwise to not know who arrives and who leaves the island.''

Nodding, the Preatorin followed and so did Alec. He had so many questions in his head, but asked none. His shy introverted nature made it impossible for him to do so for now. Instead, blue eyes looked around. By the Angel was this place feeling cozy, almost homey, even if completely different from Alicante.

Under a chilly morning wind, the cover of the trees was filtering a warm orange glow in the air, and the ground was soft as a blanket of fallen leaves was spread over most of the pavement that served as trails. Yet there was something special about those trees. Their branches were a vivid almost magical golden colour on top, fading to a much more usual brown when one looked down. Small cottages could be seen here and there behind thin maple and birch trees. Children were playing some kind of chasing game, running around, and Alec couldn't help but smile at the sight of them.

Not too far from the port, a small building that could host maybe a maximum of ten person revealed to be their customs. There a girl working, at the sight of them, brought them a large book filled with signatures and information. On the top of every pages, there was the inscription:' Myriador Colony of Nanamo Island's border custom registration; to serve and witness the Angel's will.'

'A Myriador colony.' thought Alec, delighted that his impression that he was in a Ozpollen colony was wrong. He remembered that Myriador was Magnus' favourite country. Maybe he could learn more about Myriador Island here.

Both Alec and Jace signed the book, but at the 'Nationality' column, Alec hesitated. Would they call him a liar if he wrote 'Alicante Island'? Would they call him a liar if he didn't? What should he try? Noticing the blue-eyed young man's conflict, Jace took Alec's pen and wrote 'Preatorin Island' for him.

'' That's what I wrote at Ozpollen's customs.'' dismissively said the blond. Yet Alec was touched that Jace was willing to share his nationality with him.

Then, Brother Enoch guided them somewhere else. The Elder Brother was starting to ruin the good impression Alec had had of the island, as he was making him feel uncomfortable. Why was that though?

'' It's the first time I can't walk around somewhere freely. '' whispered Jace to Alec, answering the latter's thought. Even if the brother didn't ask them any question, the way he was watching them was almost as if the boys weren't allowed to be there without an escort. And that was making both Jace and Alec uncomfortable.

Yet finally, Brother Enoch reached the destination he had in mind. If near the shores all houses were tiny cottages, they were only hiding the imposing monastery that lied farther in the island. It was a not so high – maybe two or three stories tall – but mostly large circular building with red turrets and large arks here and there. There were big clear windows that let the light in. Made with the same kind of pavement they had walked on, the walls were covered of ivy. Inside, they walked by rooms filled with books and desks. The door of parchment and ink was thick in the air. People inside the Monastery were all dressed in black and all seemed to be working with documents. The place was luminous with natural light, and incredibly silent, perfect for study and research. Also perfect for prayers, like some did in a chapel they passed by.

A few corridors later, the trio went upstairs. There, in between the large windows, were tapestries covering the wall. Alec looked at them, as they appealed to him in a familiar way. Some were illustrating the Angel, others depicting miscellaneous scenes. Scenes of dark creatures and people fighting them; scenes of an island destroyed, flooded and cursed; scenes of people on boats fleeing violet flames; scene of dark skies and colours floating in it.

The blue-eyed young man knew most of them, which troubled him as they were similar to those they used to talk about the history of Alicante Island; of how they came there. Did they know about Alicante? If so, they would have tapestries showing the island, but there weren't. What did it mean? Why were there images in that story that Alec himself - an Alicanti! - didn't know, like those dark creatures? Were there parts of Alicante's history he didn't know?

'Why are some people believing Alicante is a legend, and others know of its existence?' wondered Alec, confused. 'Or do they?' Lost in his mind, Alec almost bumped into Jace, who had stopped walking. He put his interrogations away, as he couldn't answer them for now anyway, and listen to what the leader had to say.

'' We are here.'' stated the Elder Brother without any intonation. He was standing in front of two doors made of mahogany. Undoubtedly, the place behind them was of importance here.

'' Here for what?'' asked not too kindly Jace.

'' To see a healer, you both look like you need one. We have wonderful healers.''

The blond didn't seem reassured by that answer. '' Why?''

'' Why what, my boy?'' patiently inquired Enoch.

'' Why escorting us to a healer?''

'' You can barely walk and your friend look dead tire on his feet. It is the decent thing to do.''

For a moment, the green stone on Alec's neck pulsed with sort heat. His hand flew to the pendants as if to stop it. Seriously, would they all react every time there was something up? If so he should really learn which stone reacts to what kind of event.

'' Do you offer this for everyone that comes here?'' asked Jace, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

'' They are not frequent, those who come here.'' said the man, though it wasn't much of an answer. He made a pause, then he added: '' But you are right, no we don't do this for everyone. A child of the Angel will always be welcomed here, especially today.''

'' What is it today?'' asked this time Alec, intrigued and suspicious. He kept searching in his head, he couldn't remember any special festivities that would occur today, nor could he remember if he ever heard of Nanamo Island before.

'' Come to the beach after you have seen an healer.'' told them Brother Enoch as last words.

Shaking his nervous feeling, Alec decided that ab healer might be a good idea. The blue-eyed young man could inquire his questions with the Elder Brother later when they'll be alone. Entering the room, he saw it was large, but white curtains hung around were making smaller divisions, cresting the illusion of many little rooms. Alec and Jace were met with a few other dark clothed people, and soon they were separated into different alcoves. The old man that was with Alec seemed a bit bothered by him. He glanced at him, then read some of his documents, gesturing Alec to sit on the only chair the man had. The Alicanti almost wanted to apologize, but he managed to stay silent most of the time, answering only to the questions when he was asked.

It made for a pretty monotonous discussion when it finally started.

'' Age?''

'' 19.''

'' What are the injuries you are aware of?''

'' My left arm's been cut on the whole length. I've been whipped on the back by a branch. I probably have slashes and maybe some burns everywhere.''

'' Reason for the injuries?''

'' Demon fighting.''

Only then did the brother look at him. Not just glance, but really looking and it made Alec uneasy. The other man then grabbed a few vials, leaves from one of the plants growing in the corner of the alcove and started a mix. Searching in his files for an information, the brother continued his preparation in silence.

'' Demon injuries, you are sure?'' he asked after a while, with the same inexpressive tone.

'' Yes, I am travelling around to fight demons.'' simply said Alec, which was the truth enough.

'' Here, drink this.''

The healer gave him a vial with bright blue liquid inside. Even though the colour was disturbing, the Alicanti took it. The taste was unexpectedly like one would have guessed seeing the ingredients: herbal, like tea. And the effect was instant. As soon as Alec had drank it, his wounds closed off, leaving only scars were the wound had been deep like on his arm. Even the pain that had become omnipresent had now left.

'' By the Angel.'' whispered Alec, looking at himself with blatant surprise. '' Thanks.''

'' A child of the Angel.'' noted the brother, as he was gathering his things. '' Allow me one advice: stop this foolish hunt of yours. We are living peacefully now. Don't blaspheme our rituals, history will only repeat itself.''

Before Alec could ask more on that, the brother left the room. Their business was finished clearly. Well, that was unexpected, and hurtful. What had he done? What history? As grateful as he was for the healing draft, it wasn't as if he had asked to be here.

Shaking his head, the blue-eyed young man decided to look for Jace. Leaving the alcove, he asked the first person he saw. Fortunately, it wasn't the brother who had made him the potion.

'' Excuse me, do you know where's my friend Jace?''

'' Ah, it seems that your friend is quite reluctant to take the medicine.'' stated as expressionless as the other the brother, pointing in the correct direction. Intrigued, Alec followed and soon enough he could hear his friend's protest from behind a curtain.

'' I still don't believe there is no string attached to that potion.''

'' There isn't.'' replied the healer. He sounded less neutral than the others, almost exasperated. Maybe it wasn't the first time he repeated those words to Jace.

'' Oh yeah, you are spending that 'very long to make' healing draft on us freely for nothing. Makes sense.'' said with sarcasm Jace. '' What tells me it's going to heal me?''

'' It will.''

'' Jace.'' intervened Alec before the Preatorin could protest some more.

'' Alec?''

'' I did not die, it's fine.'' sighed half-amused the archer.

'' You sure?''

'' Yeah.'' nodded Alec. Then he added. '' I'll wait outside.''

Ever since he had seen the tapestries, Alec decided that he wanted to know what the folks here knew of Alicante. It was his family's duty to protect the people of Alicante. As Robert Lightwood's son and as the only Alicanti outside of Alicante – Isabelle excluded – he had to make sure they didn't represent potential enemies. Maybe Nanamo Island could become future allies? Maybe Alicante's border could open to the outside? But those were all futile question. He had a quest to finish before addressing that matter. Who knew when he would see his family again anyway.

For now, he had to speak with the Elder Brother.

He walked toward the port so he could reach the beach as the Elder Brother had told him. When Alec reached the port, his eyes searching for a pirate ship he knew wasn't there, his heart almost stop from a sudden nervous feeling. 'Where is Chairman Meow?' he asked himself, only now remembering he was responsible for the cat.

'Come on, Lightwood, you had one task! Magnus will kill me.'

Running toward the sailboat, Alec prayed the Angel the feline hadn't followed some mouse and wandered around. He so didn't want to look for the animal the whole day long.

'' Chairman? Come on, come out.'' called Alec, making noises to get the cat's attention. He hoped the cat was there still.

Then he felt a small push on his ankle. Looking down, the tabby cat was pushing its head on Alec's ankle as to beg for some petting. The human felt relieved at the sight of it.

'' Thank the Angel you are here. Never tell Magnus I forgot you behind, okay?'' said the blue-eyed young man.

The cat ignored him, focusing on a bird that flew nearby them. Alec feared he would have come just a little bit later, and he would have had to search for the cat; a side task he didn't have time for. Thankfully he didn't have to. He bent down to grab the cat and bring him with him, but Chairman had another idea. Struggling against Alec's hold, it mewed.

'' Fine, stay on the ground.'' sighed the young man. Alec walked back toward the beach, and was pleased to see that the cat was following him. As long as the animal was in sight, it was fine by Alec.

Finally heading to the beach, he saw that many people were gathered there. Dark clothed brothers and civilians alike seemed to be looking at the sea. Some were sad, other respectful, but non were festive. 'What's going on?' asked himself Alec, as he spotted the Elder Brother and approached him. Brother Enoch saluted him, but kept silence. Alec did the same and looked around. Then he saw.

Thousand of white lilies were being brought by the waves and carefully dropped on the shore. A bit wilted, a bit dehydrated. The sea's white foam was leaving the flowers there for the villagers to pick and gather in a basket. What were they doing? Why did the brother wanted to show him that?

White lilies... 'Oh, a funeral.' realized Alec. In Alicante, they used to send white lilies to the sea when someone had died. But the people of Nanamo Island were collecting them, not sending them.

'' Is it a funeral?'' asked the blue-eyed young man.

'' Not for us, but yes it is.'' answered Brother Enoch. '' Somewhere in this world, fellow children of the Angel are grieving. We don't know where the lilies come from, but the current always bring them to us. So we take them as to recognize their pain and show solidarity.''

'' Are there a lot of people like us?'' asked Alec, apprehending the answer.

'' You mean people who follow the Angel's wisdom? No, only Nanamo Island, and maybe a few individuals here and there.'' the Elder Brother said, confirming Alec's fear. '' And of course that unknown island that is grieving and sending us their lilies.''

His throat feeling tight all of sudden, Alec approached the water. The other man's words were stressing him: ' We don't know where the lilies come from... 'unknown island'...'. They could only come from Alicante for sure. Alec's heart was beating fast as he thought of everyone he knew the name of: his mother, his father, Aline, Sebastian, Lydia, Jia. Even his sister. Every time, a different heartbeat came to his mind because of the ring he was wearing. He felt a bit guilty to be relieved that no one he knew personally was dead. Maybe it was just a senior that passed away, stuff like that happened.

Lost in his thought, the young-man didn't notice that he had kept walking until the cold water snapped him back to reality.

Looking down, he noticed he was knee deep in the sea. A wave brought to him a white flower and he picked it up. Alec saw that this one had a broken petal, as if the person who had sent it had tore it. The cut was to shaky. If it had been the ocean, it would have been a clean cut, not in the middle of the petal. It was as if the sender hadn't want to believe that they were mourning, hadn't want to give in. The Alicanti didn't know why, but he decided to keep it, placing it in his pocket.

'' It is a day of solidarity and mutual help for all of our brothers and sisters, where ever they are.'' repeated the Elder Brother, looking at Alec from where he stood.

'' That's why the healer didn't charge Jace and I for their services.''

'' Indeed.'' admitted the Elder Brother. '' Do you perhaps know who are sending them?''

'' What makes you think it isn't one of those individuals you talked about?'' tried to elude Alec. Chairman had stayed beside the brother, not wanting to follow Alec in the water, and seemed to appreciate Enoch. It reassured the Alicanti on the man, but even if he didn't want to lie, he wasn't so sure about revealing Alicante's existence and location.

'' There is too many flowers for only a few individuals, and it is quite a recurrent thing. Nanamo Island is on the receiving current for our spiritual brothers and sisters' sending.'' answered the man with logic. Then he sighed. '' Do you know about Arsaniit Chapel? ''

Alec frowned at that. He had heard of it from Jace's story, it was the island Clary was turned into a statue. But why did the brother mentioned it?

'' It's an island north of Preatorin Island, right?'' the blue-eyed young man decided to say.

'' Indeed, though it is abandoned right now. There was a time when it was a lively island where the Angel's wisdom prevailed and people lived at peace away from the treat of demons. The Angel had given them holy protection surely, for their diligence in their prayers.''

'' What happened then?'' asked the Alicanti, walking back to the shore. He didn't what was the link with there previous discussion, but he was curious to know more about the world.

'' Some decided that the treat demons were to this world was an unfair. Even if Arsaniit Island was protected, they felt the duty to help their neighbours. Of course, some probably thought about the glory of defeating those vile creatures, but it was still a honourable intention of them. Those people learned to yield many weapons and started to call themselves Warriors of the Angel.'' continued the Elder Brother.

'Warriors of the Angel.' repeated Alec in his head. He was apprehending where the story was heading. The words of the healer he had seen earlier echoed in his mind, but dismissing them, the Alicanti listened closely to what Enoch was telling him.

'' Like with everything, some people were against the idea of Warriors of the Angel. They believed it would break the equanimity of their lifestyle. It was then that the children of the Angel on Arsaniit Chapel got divided. Now. history is hard to reconstitute, and we are still searching for what caused it exactly.'' stated the Elder Brother, glancing toward the monastery. '' What we do know is that four generations ago, a demon found its way to Arsaniit. Not any demon, it was a greater demon; a Dragonidea Demon.''

'' A dragon.'' understood out loud Alec. He could still see the tapestries in the monasteries and it was starting to make sense. They represented the story of Arsaniit, but at the same time... The Alicanti's stomach knotted at the thought that maybe Arsaniit, Nanamo and Alicanti had a deeper – and hidden – connection in between them.

Brother Enoch finished his history lesson: '' The island was destroyed by the demon, who created an immense flood and doomed the people of Arsaniit. The surviving islanders had no choice but to flee. Some came here and founded Nanamo Island, took the great Myriador Island's protection. The others, we lost track of them. We believe that they found another island, that they are safe, but what do we know really? No one ever saw them again.''

'Is it true? Does Mother and Father know about this part of history? Is Enoch wrong or did some people hid that part of Alicante's history? Why?' asked himself Alec confused. How much he would have liked to ask his parents about all this. As chief, surely they knew about this, right? If so, why did Alicantis teach that a Hero – someone from the Lightwood family! – saved them from the great flood by bringing them all to this island, but didn't talk about their Nanamo counterparts?

So many questions, and so little information he could confirm. It was starting to get frustrating.

Sensing this, Elder Brother Enoch said:'' If you could tell us about our brothers and sisters, it would maybe help reconcile our broken history.''

'' I'd like to talk about all this with-'' began slowly Alec, interrupting himself when he was about to say 'my father'. Instead he said: '' our chief first.''

'' Wise decision. You know who we are, where we are. Please don't forget us.''

Alec took a deep breath, the weight of making decisions for his country heavy on his shoulders. '' I have things to finish first.'' answered the young man, thinking of his sister and his quest. '' But I swear on the Angel that I won't forget.''

And it was true. Isabelle was his first priority. Yet, he would bring her back to Alicante one day. He himself would be back to his homeland one day, and then he will be able to untangle all this. The blue-eyed young man wasn't the most patriotic person, but Alicante was still his background, and he would like to clear its mystery for good. Demystify their traditions and secrets. Make sure his family accepted Magnus too.

'But that is for later.' told himself Alec, deciding to search around for Jace.

'' Mew.'' seemed to agree Chairman, following the human.

'' Why new clothes?''

In the meantime Alec had been at the beach with the Elder Brother, Jace had bought food for their travel, rented a room in an inn for the night, procured them new clothes and even got Alec a few arrows. Went to show that the healing draft the healers had given him was efficient. It was at the inn that Alec found Jace, with the help of his half of their contract.

The blond scowled at the Alicanti. '' Have you looked at yourself? Your shirt is stained with dried blood, we look like savage murderers. It can't be comfortable.''

'' Right.'' let out the Alicanti, realizing how he felt dirty and exhausted. His injuries from the Graptolithina Demon were healed, but there were stains everywhere.

Gratefully, he took the clothes and took the time to go wash up a bit. Removing the salt, the sand and the dried blood on his skin, even in his hair, did really good. With soft water on his face, Alec finally felt relaxed. Afterwards, he found in their room Jace and Chairman both asleep, napping. 'Good idea.' thought Alec, as he decided to do like them. Even though everything he learned today, his mind buzzing with theories and questions, his body was so exhausted he fell asleep almost immediately.

The sun was setting over the autumnal island of Nanamo when Alec couldn't ignore his interrogations. Waking up with an amalgam of stress over his chest, the blue-eyed young man decided to go out for some fresh air. Glancing at the other bed in the room, he was a bit relieved to see that Jace wasn't there anymore. His bed had been made and only the tabby cat was resting there. There was no one to ask Alec how he felt and it was all good that way.

The Alicanti headed outside to the port, so he could look at the horizon. Afar in between the sky and the ocean, there were shadows of islands. Would things have been different, he would have grown up here on Nanamo. What was his family doing right now? Did his parent think of him? Was is mother also wondering what Izzy and him were doing? He wondered where Magnus was.

'Why do I keep thinking of him?' asked himself Alec, sitting on the dock, legs almost touching the sea.

But he knew why he was thinking of him. The Alicanti could avoid thinking about his sister, Alicanti, demons, his future, everything. Magnus and his relationship with him was the only thing that was going somewhat well in his life. Alec felt good when he was with the green-eyed sailor, felt good talking to him, felt good thinking of him. It was that simple, the blue-eyed young man felt good with him. Alec hoped it was the same for Magnus.

'' Hey.''

Turning around, Alec saw Jace. '' Hi.''

It was all the Preatorin needed for invitation. He came to sit by Alec. '' Are you alright?''

'' Sure, why?''

'' You seem pensive since we got here. And not your usual over-thinking pensive self.'' answered Jace, which made Alec frown. '' More melancholic.''

'' Melancholic?''

'' I could have said sad-pensive, but there are limits to redundancies and how much I can bend the language to express impressions.'' smirked the blond.

''Yeah, I guess.'' answered the Alicanti, but didn't give much thought to what Jace had just said. '' I am not sad though, just a bit stressed by some things. This place it... Well it...''

'' It reminds you of Ozpollen and the demon?'' tried Jace.

'' No, not really. It actually makes me think of A- of my homeland a lot.'' told him Alec and the other understood.

'' Mostly because of the old religion.''

Alec nodded, keeping his gaze on the horizon and his arms crossed in front of him. 'Old religion' Magnus too had called it that way. 'Magnus'... Here he could have asked about all his worries, his conflicts he had with his preference in men, his birthday (and engagement) he had interrupted, his life he had left.

'' Don't blaspheme our rituals...''

'Too late for that.' replied Alec to the memory.

Here he met strangers also following the tradition of the Angel, he could have asked them anything without fearing facing them ever again, unlike in Alicante. But it was exactly because they were strangers, that Alec hadn't told Brother Enoch of any of his personal concerns. Alec simply didn't feel comfortable with others, however professional or knowledgeable they may be.

Yet Jace wasn't a stranger, and the weight of his thoughts were becoming too much for himself alone. '' I wonder, at times, if... If the Angel left me. If It knows how I love men and if It doesn't approve of me. I'm... I'm not normal. Maybe it is because of me that the dragon came for Isabelle. Because I was blaspheming our rituals. Lying to everyone when I was preparing myself to get engaged with Lydia. If it was a sign that...''

As soon as the blue-eyed young man had said that, he regretted his words. He didn't depend on others. Never needed people's advice before - excepted maybe his sister's, but it didn't count as it was often forced onto him and she did have a special right to do so – so why should he start now?

'' I don't really believe there is any superior being watching over us. You are right, we are left alone with our pain.'' stated Jace as an answer. Now Alec truly regretted his words, as he did believe in a higher level of spiritual peace. Before the archer could let his indignation shut the conversation, Jace continued: '' But if by any miracle there was a supreme guardian like an angel, I don't think it would be liable to the prejudices of us humans.''

For the first time, Alec's gaze left the ocean afar for his companion. To say that he had first thought of Jace as the Angel, the Alicanti now knew better. He was getting to understand fairly well how Jace thought - through his qualities and his flaws. And he could see how serious the Preatorin had been when he had said that. How he believed it.

Alec wanted to believe it, and maybe it was why he so easily let himself being convince of Jace's conviction.

'' Thank you.'' he smiled, his worries still on his mind but quieter. '' You should get some rest, it is the whole point of us being there, right?''

'' Right.''

Seeing the look in those golden eyes, as if he had lost a battle, made Alec want to reassure him. He never liked sending his younger siblings to bed disappointed. It was in part a similar feeling that made the Alicanti grab Jace's shoulder and give it a squeeze. He tried to put all his gratefulness in his gesture.

'' Well, don't if you don't want to, but I am going to bed. We are going back to our routine tomorrow, better be in shape for our training. I wouldn't want to win just because you are exhausted.'' tried to joke Alec, which made Jace smirk.

'' Oh, you're on, Lightwood, I-''

Before he could finish, both Alec and Jace's attention were caught by a flare in the sky. In the darkening sky, hundreds of bright red shooting stars were showering over them in random patterns. At Alec's neck, the ruby let a latent warmth as if it was reacting to the abnormal phenomenon. And just as suddenly as it appeared, the red shooting stars shower ended. There were no trace of them.

'' What was that?'' breathed out the blue-eyed young man, hoping it was a common thing they just didn't see in Alicante.

Apparently not. '' I don't know. Let's hope it doesn't end up killing us.''

'' Don't joke around.'' chastised Alec, but Jace had a serious look of his face.

'' If only. Who knows if it was man made or natural. But if you want my opinion, it was demonic. Maybe we'll learn more at Delamortis' Great Library.'' said the Preatorin.

'' Lady Camille's territory.'' remembered Alec.

'' You listen when I speak! Good to know.'' exclaimed Jace as he got up. '' Now come, we have long days in front of us. Delamortis is probably two or three days away.''