Okay. I'm not really good at this bit. . .
So, I'm gonna go for the kill.
I don't own Mortal Instruments or Gollum's Song by Emiliana Torrini
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Prologue: Why We Remember
Where once was light. . .
Earth wasn't like it was before. It used to be full of laughter and cheer, now it was a dark, desolate place, as if it were Pluto. The sun still shined, but little did it lift the sunken spirits of the mundanes stuck this now drained planet. They didn't know who was to blame, all they knew was that something had changed.
The day when the skies had grown dark.
It was the day when all joy had suddenly been drained from the eyes of every child and parent. The day the invisible hunters attacked. Some people had screamed at things that weren't there, some thought they were seeing things.
People dressed in black clothes, covered in graceful, black marks appeared that day. They carried strange weapons. To the armies of the world, it had looked like plain, medieval weapons, so they attacked the people dressed in black. It only led to their downfall. Soldiers fell, one-by-one to the marked people. Their army had been lessened too, but not as much as the mundane' armies.
All across the globe, they appeared, and it was obvious that these strange people were powerful. They ruled over the earth now that the governments had fallen to their power. Mundanes were chained, sold, bargained for, and killed.
Mundanes eventually gave up hope, they had nothing now. They were constantly being watched by the new commanders of their world. They would appear out of shadow, eyes dark and void of all emotions, like a black hole, and would whisper fear into their hearts. The way they emerged out of the shadows, is why the people of earth gave them the name: Shadowhunters.
Rumors spread like wildfire, saying that the Shadowhunters had once been the protectors of the mundanes from the beasts of Hell. But what had changed in them to enslave humans as if they were cattle, no one knew.
No one dared to find out.
All they knew is that the Shadowhunters were here, they were in change, and there was nothing anyone would do about it. Until, one day, years ago, a redhead ran from the ranks of the Shadowhunters and hid amongst the mundanes, where no Shadowhunter would find her. . . and she remembered.
Now darkness falls. . .
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The mood will get lighter. I promise.
Right now, this is the exposition. You need to know what the mundanes had experienced. It sets up for what is to come.
I hope you will enjoyed it and will enjoy the future ones that come!
Merry Christmas~
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