Shattered

2022

It's been 15 years. I walk down the dark pathway surronded by trees. It has been 15 years since the Mortal and Dark War. And yet the shadow world is still rebuilding itself. Nobody was the same we all lost someone we cared for we lost a piece of ourselves. Hardly anybody comes down here after all this is where the traitors are buried. I fiddle with the roses in my hand. The thorns pricking my fingers drawing blood that drips onto the white flowers I am cluthing. I pass each headstone saying their names out loud as though they can hear me and answer to my calling. I never knew a few of them as they died before I was born or I never got the chance.

"Céline Herondale. Stephen Herondale. Hodge Starkweather. Valentine Morgenstern. Jonathan Morgenstern." The last two names are like daggers to my heart. I place a rose on each of the two head stones. My family was always shattered ever since I was born but I have been told it had been even before that. My father a man who only cared for power. My mother a woman who gave up on her own children. A brother out only for revenge. A sister blinded by emotion. Then there is me the youngest by only an hour. I live in the shadows of my siblings not that I care I hate the spotlight.

"Hey Jonathan can you believe it has been 15 years since I last saw you. It feels like a lifetime ago. So much has happened since my last visit. I tried to get Clary to come with me to visit you but as you can guess she didn't want to and mom instantly became protective over her. Not that it is suprising." I mutter

I look at the headstone tears forming in my eyes.

"I miss you brother. I wish I could talk to you face to face. I wish I could go back in time to save you from this fate." I ramble tears starting to fall steadily like a small stream

"Celeste?" A voice asks from behind me

"Jace. What are you doing here?" I question the blonde as he sits down beside me staring at my brother's grave.

"Same as you I came here to put flowers on my parent's graves." He answers solemnly "You really miss him don't you?" He asks sympathetically

"Yeah I do he is my brother after all he died at the age of 18 and his last moments were truly him not the boy poisoned by a demon." I respond defensively he may have killed thousands of people but he was my family. Even if it seemed he cared for Clary more than me. Not that I am surprised.