"We're really supposed to read through every page until we find a mention of the Morning Star Sword?" Underhill asked, baffled.
I groaned in agreement. "There's got to be a faster way."
Suddenly, a cheerful Magnus appeared by the doorway and snapped his fingers. Papers arranged themselves. "I can help speed things up. Hmm. All the pages referencing the Morning Star Sword."
I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Magnus, how did you get your magic back?"
"I got some help from Lorenzo." Magnus replied.
"Lorenzo?" I asked, confusion settling in me. Lorenzo despised Magnus, from what I know. "Why would he help you?"
"He's the High Warlock." Magnus stated, as if it were obvious. "It's his job."
Magnus, eager to change the subject, asked, "will you help me look through these?"
I narrowed my eyes at him before taking a file from the pile Mganus had sorted out. "I feel like there's something you're not telling me."
Magnus ruffled my hair, messing it up in the process and I glared at him. "Pregnancy hormones." He tsked, "got it. Anyway, just be glad I have my powers back, Ames. That means making my life and everyone else's lives easier."
The warlock then showed me a worn out ledger. "Here it is. A list of transactions involving the Morning Star sword. And according to this ledger, it ended up in the hands of Liam Janssens."
"That doesn't sound like a Shadowhunter name." I noted.
"No, he's a mundane and very wealthy." Magnus told us. "Collector from Antwerp. Apparently, he was so obsessed with the Sword that he was buried with it."
My best friend suddenly turned to me, with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Fancy a trip to Belgium?"
I raised a brow. "So we can go grave-robbing?"
"Sounds less classy when you put it that way."
He then opened up a portal, and I turned to Underhill. "Keep searching." I said.
And I stepped through the portal.
My stomach did not take portalling very well. Usually, I could keep it in, but right now, I couldn't. I threw up on the side and groaned.
Magnus snapped his fingers. Immediately, the nausea disappeared, I was cleaned up, and my breath suddenly smelled like mint.
He grinned. "You're welcome." He looked around with a satisfied grin in his face. "New York to Antwerp in 14 seconds. There really isn't a better way to travel."
We spotted the mundane's grave instantly. I grimaced. Gosh, it was so dusty in here.
I coughed. "Let's just grab the Sword and get out of here. Don't touch anything you don't have to."
"And I thought the brave Amelia wouldn't be scared about seeing a dead body." He teased.
"I just think it's rude. He died and got robbed." I said.
"Relax." Magnus told me, before using his magic to pull the lid open. Inside the coffin, was a dusty skeleton holding a sword.
I scrunched my nose up, and practically yanked the sword from the mundane's impossible dead grip. I examined the sword. "So, it's the Morning Star sword?" I asked.
"Nope. The sheath appears to be authentic. Onyx-plated silver. But the blade, not so much. It's a fake." He explained. "Someone beat us to it."
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Not Jonathan, though. The cobwebs suggest it's been here for... Twenty years, probably."
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