Prologue:
The window was open, a cold breeze ran threw the room. It was late at night and the stars have been snuffed out. The moon was the only source of light in the small bed room. a young boy of eight-teen stood up out of the covers of the double queen sized bed. His hair a mess, but how the moon hit it, now matter how messy the hair looked - it still looked like a perfect circle like halo shined in his hair.
His husky blue eyes shined in the dark like two perfect jewels, he could see his own reflection from the mirror that laid across the room on his dresser. Slipping out of his bed, his feet hitting the cold wooden floor, causing shivers through out his body. He stepped carefully to his door and slipped out down the hall way as well as creeping down the satires. He then froze as he heard a man's voice.
The voice sounded sharp and angry. It was his father's voice, and his father did sound mad. He was talking about someone on the phone.
"HE'S WHAT! BY THAT STUPID ANGEL!" His father shouted
The boy kept his body stiff and went flat against the wall as he watched his father pace the room using the wide and tall mirror that hung above the fire place in their living room.
"No, the adopted son has to be watched carefully now. I will send Charles to New York to watch over him. Knowing the Lightwoods they will think Charles is just another Shadowhunter." His father's voice sounded as it could now shatter glass
The boy's body now felt tense, his father spoke his name as if he was an object. Charles leaned slightly over so he could peer into the living room. He saw no sign of his father and creep-ed back up the stares and stalked back into his bedroom. Slipping back under the heavy covers and cold room. His father, working with some of the little members who still believed in Valentines failed plan. His flawed useless plan.
Charles rolled his head over on the pillow then closed his eyes. Then slowly he drifted off into a deep sleep.