I woke to the news that my parents were dead. I was frantic and couldn't sleep for days and when I had drifted off, I awoke an hour later screaming for my mother and father. Genevieve told me they fought most of the demons off, but an extra undetected one caught them off guard and they were just gone. This is who I am now. An orphaned sixteen year old shadowhunter.
It was beautiful. People dressed in white stood around and talked quietly. White was always the mourning color for shadowhunters. I stood by the two bodies under the white coverlet, staring off, not thinking of anything but everything at the same time. What am I supposed to do now? The day went by in a blur.
I bent my arm back and stepped forward, spinning the runed blade through the air and watched as it hit the middle of the target. Training helped get my mind off of everything happening around me but when training was over, my mind went over my parents and all the other warriors who lost their lives that day. I thought of the random demon portal and the glowing green that came with it. Genevieve had chosen to leave London hours after the Ceremony of Fire, a ritual where the dead shadowhunters are burned and the ashes are used to build the stone walls of the Silent City. I had guessed she couldn't handle being in the same place her parents were killed. Fine with me, we never got along with each other and I was always stronger than her. We were too opposite with her curly prestigious hair which perfectly matched her annoying goodie-two shoes personality and my sarcastic comments. I threw another blade.
Deep in thought, I didn't notice when Collin walked in.
"We need to talk"
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The Infernal Princess
FanfictionYoung shadowhunter, Cecilia Carstairs, is sent to Idris after he parents are brutally killed in an attack on the Institute. She has to figure out why demons want her specifically dead and why she's different from other shadowhunters. Enjoy! And leav...
