I wrote this story in 2013 so it may not be as good as It's Complicated and Born to Endless Love but I all still hope you like it.

Magnus Pov- All I could see were flames raising from the ground in a room full of darkness. I had no idea where I was or how I got there but I did know I had to find a way out; but how? How did I even get here in the first place? Did I run away from home? Come to mess around?

I couldn't put my finger on it but I needed to get out. The light from the fire started to make a path for me and I followed it hacking from the smoke seeping into my lungs. My stumbled walk turned into a sprint now feeling desperate for air. The surroundings around me became clearer as I ran and I could see that I was inside of a church… a really old church.

I looked around desperately and gasped when I saw a bunch of men wearing cloaks standing around something. "Hello! This place is burning down we need to get out." I yelled running up to them but it was like they couldn't even hear me.

The flames from the ground were clinging onto their cloaks but they did not burn. It was like the fire wasn't really there at all. "What in the hell is going on?" I asked watching the flames then looking at the cloaked people again.

They lifted up their hands chanting something in an old language I didn't understand and as they chanted the flames swirled around them. "What are you doing?" I yelled reaching out to grab one of the cloaked men but my hand went right through him. I pulled my hand back fast looking at it shocked and I looked at the cloaked man again before gritting my teeth and running at him going right through him.

When I was fully through I froze in horror finally seeing what they were surrounding. It was a teenage boy around my age, maybe a year younger, with short black hair and weird markings all the way down his arms. He was tied down to a table shaped like a cross and his eyes were closed tight. The more the men chanted the more the boy cringed like the words were putting him in pain.

I glared at the cloaked men still not able to see their faces "Stop it you're hurting him!" They didn't hear me though; they couldn't even see me as far as I knew. "P…please…" a weak voice asked softly from behind me. I turned around and the raven haired boy was watching me with eyes as blue as the ocean.

"Please… Magnus… help me." I opened my mouth to talk but before any words came out the men finished their chant and the blue eyed boy screamed to the top of his lungs as the fire attacked his body eating him away.~

I shot up from bed gasping for air and I looked around my familiar bedroom expecting to be in the church. Catching my breath I ran my hand through my damp sweaty hair sighing. "It was just a dream." I got out of bed and walked over to my private bathroom needing to get my face wet.

Why was I having a dream like that? It was beyond crazy. It's not like I believe in religious things like that… if religious was the right word to use. I sighed and shook my head before turning on the sink letting it fill up with cold water.

Once it was full I dunked my hands in and threw the icy water into my face. It made me feel refreshed and calm. Once I completely calmed down I took a towel and dried off my face.
"Magnus get down here you're going to be late for school" My father yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

His voice made me remember reality and I sighed putting the towel down. I can't stand my family or school. My parents don't like that I'm gay so they pretend I like girls. The only time my dad pays attention to me is when he is trying to get me to like a girl. Besides that I'm just a disappointment to him and a waist of his time. As for my mother, she acts like I don't even exist.

I walked out of the bathroom and changed out of my yellow silk pajamas and into some black skinny jeans and a purple hoody with cat ears. I sat down and fixed my black hair with rainbow streaks in it before standing up and quickly feeding my cat Chairmen Meow. Once he was all taken care of I grabbed my backpack and ran down the stairs. Once down stairs I looked around and frowned seeing both my parents left without telling me good bye.

I sighed and looked at the time wondering if I should skip school for today. Everyone at school hates me and judges me because I'm the only openly gay kid there. My only friend is Camille and I can never have her over here without my dad telling me to marry her. It was really annoying.

"That's it, I'm skipping school today" I said throwing my book bag onto the couch. As I did that the doorbell rang. Confused at who would be here so early in the morning I went and answered it shortly regretting it. Camille was standing there with her hands on her hips "I had the feeling you would try to skip today so I came to get you."

I frowned "Come on cam, can't I just stay home today?" She answered me by walking into my house and grabbing my book bag, shoving it into my chest. "Lets' go." Sighing, I put my book bag on and left with her walking to school.

On the way there I looked around at everything around me. I may hate school but I have always loved the walk there. The trees in the fall were beautiful with blends of yellow and red lighting up the road. There were also old buildings that no one ever lived in anymore. They weren't like nasty looking rundown buildings but they were beautiful buildings with gothic architecture.

Then we finally walked by the old gothic church and I stopped in front of the gate not able to look away from the building. The story of this church is older than the town itself. It was said that in 1989 priests would sacrifice young teenagers to angels so that they could be gifted by god. Once it was discovered, the church was shut down and it was named cursed.

Now no one is allowed to go inside if they value their lives. People are even too afraid to get close enough to knock the place down. I stared intensely at the church and the vision of my dream came back to me. The blue eyed beauty crying out to me for help.

"Magnus get away from the gate. We're not allowed by there, besides we're going to be late to class hurry up." I looked at Camille thinking before throwing her my book bag "You go ahead of me I forgot something at home." She glared at me "Magnus…" "Just go Camille."

She frowned but nodded before walking away. I watched her till she was out of site before climbing the fence to the church. This was completely illegal and I could get arrested but seriously who would be crazy enough to keep security around here? Once I jumped off the fence I walked into a small cemetery that lead up to the church.

These stones must have been here for over a hundred years. They looked so old and run down. I noticed that some of the tomb stones had pictures of the ones in the grave so I stopped by a few observing them. One was of a young boy who looked about fifteen; the picture was in black and white but it was obvious that his hair was blond.

I looked at the name below and it said Jace Herondale. "Strange name" I said moving on to other stones. These stones were different from the others. It was like they planted the stones and then burned them. Still, I could make out some pictures and names.

The first burnt one had a picture of a beautiful blond girl that… that looked like Camille. Not believing my eyes I wiped the ash off of her name freezing when I saw the name Camille Belcourt. That's my Camille's' last name. The stone said 'Camille Belcourt burned for being a witch.'

I moved onto the next burnt stone and frowned seeing the same thing written but with a girl named Clary. The time period on these burnt tomb stones were all dated around 1692, the time of the Salem witch trials. Where they really accused of being witches and got burnt to death? I shook my head getting the thought out of my mind and I moved on to the last burnt stone.

It was impossible to make out what this stone said and there was no picture either. All I could see was the letters M.A.G. and the rest were all burnt away. "What's with all these creepy stones?" I asked standing up and walking toward the church.

I was done looking at these tomb stones but as I got to the last one the wind blew hard making autumn leaves slowly fall on top of the last stone. It was so beautiful that I couldn't help but look. When I looked at the picture I froze in terror seeing the picture of the boy in my dream last night. "That's… he was real?"

I looked down at his name and it came off my lips as smooth as silk "Alexander Lightwood…." The name sounded comforting to me… familiar even. Like that name was home to me. "Maybe I shouldn't be here." I said turning back toward the gate.

Before I could move the wind blew again and a voice whispered in my ear "Magnus…. Magnus… save me…." The voice faded in the direction of the church and I turned toward it not able to help myself. I sighed running my hand through my hair "I must be insane." I walked to the church and looked up at it wondering how long it's been since someone has been inside. It must be dusty as hell in there not to mention dark.

I stopped by the door and looked at the sun "That should be enough light right?" I asked myself before pushing the heavy church doors open making them creak so loud that it echoed through the cemetery. The inside of the church was as freaky and as beautiful as the outside. There were long rows of seats leading down to the preacher stand and there were glass plane windows that appeared to be telling a story.

When I stepped fully inside, the heavy doors closed behind me making the church shake and a cloud of dust fall down from the ceiling making me cough roughly. I caught my breath before looking around again bringing my attention back to the glass windows. One window had people in cloaks bowing down to god. Another window had an angel holding a bleeding child.

Some of the graphic windows made me feel sick and for some reason the last window made me feel even worse. It was a boy with long black hair nailed to the cross and the witch symbol was behind it. The part that made me sick was the flames appearing to be burning the boy and the word WARLOCK was engraved in his arm. "Magnus…" The wind whispered again making me look around frantically "Who's there?" I yelled still looking around.

There was nothing but silence and I caught my breath thinking I must be going crazy. Shaking my head and laughing at myself I walked up to the preacher stand trailing my fingers along the dusty wood. Of course no surprise there was a bible on it, which was also dusty. "For a house of god they don't take care of their things."

I picked up the Bible to blow off the dust but when I picked it up the stand sank into the ground and a stair case leading down into the floor appeared. "A secret passage" I asked myself as adrenalin ran through my veins. What was I going to find if I go down there? Maybe my dream will come true; Nah that wouldn't happen.

I forced my legs to go down the stairs and torches along the walls lit up with every step I took. Once I finally got down the stairs there was a long hallway with a trail of torches leading the way down it. Sighing I followed the torches now extremely curious of what I was going to find. Does this secret room lead to proof of the rumors? Will I find thousands of decade sacrifices?

The hallway felt like it went on forever but finally it ended at a huge wooden door. I reached out to it, my entire body feeling numb, and I pushed the door open making the smell of iron and blood hit my face. The room was completely dark even with the torches shining in from the hallway so I went back and grabbed one of the torches hanging from the wall. Once I reentered the room I first noticed that it wasn't that big, it was about the size of a normal living room but the stones were made of walls.

I shined the light on the walls showing weird markings drawn all around it. They seemed to be the same as the markings that were on the boy from my dream only they were written in blood on the wall and in my dream they were in black ink. "First the tombstone and now the runes? What in the hell is going on here?"

I glanced around the room before walking over to a painting that caught my eye. It was an old painting of a man with long white hair and he wore pastors clothing. That's when I noticed there was a name plate under the picture with the words Valentine Morgenstern engraved in it. "Valentine Morgenstern; I wonder who he was to the church."

I didn't have time to think much of it because a drop of rain coming from the ceiling hit me in the forehead. "Damn rain" I hissed touching the drop that fell on me. When I looked at my hand I froze seeing the 'rain' was red. "Wait… I'm in a basement… It wouldn't rain down here."

I closed my eyes tight braising myself before hesitantly holding my torch up high and looking up. Frozen I finally noticed that this all had to be a dream… a sick twisted dream. It had to be a dream because there chained to the ceiling was the raven haired boy. His chains were so tight that they engraved into his skin and it was rusted like they have been hundreds of years old.

There was something connected to the boys back but it was too dark to make out. I held the torch higher as I squinted to get a closer look. Gasping I dropped my torch making it hit the stone ground with a loud thud. Shadows had formed in the room making everything so much clearer.

The thing connected to the boy was a pair of long black angle wings nailed into the wall. "Magnus… Magnus…" A soft voice said from inside my head. The softness of the voice soon turned into a loud piercing ringing noise, and I grabbed my throbbing head, backing up against the wall and sliding to the floor where I passed out.

Okay, so These Chapters are shorter than all my other stories. I'll be uploading two chapters every Monday and Friday. There are eleven chapters in all so it shouldn't take long to get through. After that I will upload the chapters to the squeal In The Arms of A Warlock.

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter.