~Magic, love and betrayal~
Lisa Cartwright's mundane life, as a demon-killing shadowhunter, was shaken at its foundations by a series of mysterious murders. As she starts her quest, determined to find the cause of these assassinations, she finds th...
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"People shouldn't be throwing away their history when it's still doing archery practice forty miles up the road." -Natasha Pulley
Richard's old office chair was way too big for Lisa, but that didn't really matter. She sat cross-legged in the chair and was dizzy from spinning a few rounds in it. She always told herself it helped to get inspiration, but it didn't really. She stared around the room, the arrows still on the workbench, she had put her broken bow on a cupboard. Lisa brought a microscope from somewhere, she never really used it for anything useful. Although she liked to put leaves or small animals such as bees underneath. The room was full of clutter, materials such as wood, iron, and leather, along with many unfinished projects. There was a small catapult she had once made at the insistence of Jonathan and Lotte.
A soft knock on the door brought her back to the here and now. "Come in," Lisa sighed, she came here to get some rest.
She saw Arthur's curls appear from behind the door. "Jonathan said you'd be here." Tattletale. He walked in and looked around. "Wow, do you have a telescope?" He walked to the telescope by the window, something she had brought from the mansion. "I've always wanted one!" Arthur was as excited as a little kid on the playground and looked through the eyepiece, even though he wouldn't see much in the middle of the day. "Cool! You even have a light microscope!" He seemed to fall from one surprise in the next. Arthur turned the adjustment knobs.
"Do you know how to handle that?" Lisa asked half-worried, the glasses could break quickly.
"Yes," Arthur said confidently, "I studied science before I went to the Academy." That somewhat reassured Lisa.
"Branwell," she suddenly said. Arthur gave her a questioning look. "You said your name was Arthur Branwell, that's a shadowhunter name."
"After the transition, we were allowed to choose a surname, such as Lightwood or Lovelace, but also Shadowhunter, after Jonathan Shadowhunter. Olivia has opted for the latter." Arthur sat down on a chair, which creaked alarmingly hard.
"But you chose Branwell." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Why?" Arthur shrugged.
"I did a lot of research about the different families, the Branwells were inventors, scientists."
"That's true, they invented the first Portal," Lisa said with a big smile. Her codex stated that Henry Branwell, together with an unknown warlock, made the first Portal, somewhere in the late 1800s. She shook her head and turned to the desk. "Why did you actually come here, Arthur?"
She saw that he hesitated. "I have a stupid question." Lisa assured him there were no stupid questions, only stupid answers. "Is there Wi-Fi here?" Lisa laughed, maybe he was right after all.
"No, only if you hack the neighbor's WiFi password." Arthur's eyes widened, seemed to take her joke seriously, and reached for his cell phone.
"It can't be that hard." Lisa looked at Arthur with a concerned look, but decided not to respond. It wasn't until a minute later that his head shot up. "Oh yeah! Marianne asked me if you could teach me archery?"
