Lucie Aconite ran away from home.
The insignificant girl became a Traveler.
Travelers are mandated to help heroes in need throughout the multiverse and any timeline. As a talented recruit, Lucie travels. And along her way, she's introduced to Demigo...
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"Can you please stop pacing? It's frustrating me." Alec told his parabatai. Jace rolled his eyes but halted his steps, standing arms crossed next to Isabelle. The female was chewing on the nail of her index, apprehension growing in her eyes. She had no idea of when the Clary she was about to see had been plucked from her reality. But it was still Clary, her Clary. And knowing that she was safe, would be enough. It had to. Magnus fondly glanced towards his seemingly exasperated lover. Bringing a hand to Alec's face, he gently ran a thumb along the male's cheek. "Thank you." Alec said softly, mustering an exhausted smile. Magnus gave a silent nod, before pressing his lips against Alec's in a short kiss.
Wooden mallets in hand, Lucie and Clary entered the vast castle hall. The redhead instantaneously recognized her friends standing at the center and dropped the possible weapon, rushing into Simon's open arms. Clary tightened her grip around the male's neck as she felt Simon shake a little, recognizing the muffled pants against her neck. He was crying. "Hey, hey, it's okay Si. I swear, I'm okay." The redhead promised, glancing with confusion towards the rest of the group. Clary nodded when Isabelle mouthed the word 'later', holding her best friend just a little tighter.
Lucie stood a couple of meters back, a perplexed expression on her features. The female recognized none of these people. She knew she wasn't supposed to since she hadn't met them yet. But there was something disappointing in not being able to recognize a single face. Instinctively, she tightened her grip around her wooden mallet as the blond took a couple of steps towards her. She wanted to believe those people were good news but until she'd assessed the level of threat herself, she wouldn't be able to rest.
"You're alive." Jace said, looking genuinely and overwhelmingly relieved.
"Huh," The female exhaled, lips parted and confusion written on her features. It was difficult to make sense of the male's actions. Of the way he was looking at her, still. The intensity bothersome because the attention was unwelcomed. She could tell she meant something to him, but she wasn't certain she wanted to know the full extent of his feelings for her. "yeah." She finally replied, uncertainty coloring her voice.
The blond smiled, letting out a breath that visibly moved his chest. It was as if an invisible weight had been removed from it. "You're alive." He repeated, bringing a hand to Lucie's cheek.
"Jace, don't—" Too late. Out of reflex, the Traveler grabbed his wrist and twisted it, forcibly removing his hand. Clary sighed, untangling herself from Simon completely to face the blond. "She's from the past." The redhead finished, belatedly. "A past in which she hasn't met us yet. She's not even a Traveler." The blond rose his eyebrows at the information, eyes flickering from Clary to Lucie. Narrowing them, he took the time to examine the female's features. He saw the subtle shift, the greater roundness of her cheeks, and the missing spark in her gaze.
