Alec's POV
The goal was to kill all warlocks and get the hell out with no injuries. But, that was going to be a problem since the freaking high warlock was here. "Maybe we shouldn't attack?" I asked. "All warlocks are evil, Alec," Camille growled.
"I don't think so"
"You can go, fine, but you'll be punished"
"You're threatening me!"
"Of course. I'm Camille Belcourt, that's what I do"
"If you're here to kill us, you have no chance," a voice growled. "Magnus Bane, the high warlock of Brooklyn. What a honor," Camille smirked.
"Leave, you'll regret trying this"
"You're the one who'll regret doing this"
"I gave you an option to consider. Now you'll pay"
The screams coming out from my friends terrified the hell out of me, but somehow I was unaffected. "Alec, get out of here!" Camille screamed. So, I ran and I ran. But there was no warning of what was about to come. Everything slowly went black.

Three hours later

Alec's POV
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed with golden sheets and I quickly sat up in bed. Surrounding me was all filled with artifacts that was at least centuries years old. "You're awake," a female voice whispered. "Where am I?" I asked.
"Somewhere safe. You need to be protected with him"
"Him?"
"Magnus Bane, of course. You're safe here, he won't hurt you"
"But all warlocks are evil"
"Not Magnus. He's the protector of your kind"
"I don't understand"
"You will"