The shadowhunters
are at w/a/r and they're fighting & bleeding & dying
for this,
for them.
Because it was them that started this,
wasn't it?
It began with angel-blooded clarissa,
and now it's ending with her
demon brother.
(the rest of the pages are filled the sames tales of
loss&death&hate)
In those pages,
you'll find little max lightwood,
reading a comic book and snuggled up against
his sister,
because she's there, too.
isabelle lightwood, with her fiery eyes & golden whip ,
reduced to nothing but a character in a fairytale.
And if she's imprinted into those words, so is simon.
The Daylighter, the vampire
((everyone seems to forget that
he was once more human than all of them))
And standing next to
him is hodge,
who wasn't exactly evil, not exactly good,
but enough of both to earn him
his own page in this story.
Remember jordan kyle?
Well, he's there, too.
Holding maia's hand and grinning, so bright, so wide that
if he was alive,
it'd blind you.
And if you squint, you'll see little tidbits of
fallen faeries & werewolves & vampires &
shadowhunters,
lost in the sea of forgotten faces.
Well, that's not exactly true, is it.
Because you can be certain that
alec lightwood's mourning even as he
kills demons.
& that clarissa morgenstern
is so guilty,
so br/ok/en,
that she sometimes considers
joining them in forever.
& jonathon christopher,
the real one,
not that idiotic angel boy,
remembers, too.
He remembers the taste of
_v_i_c_t_o_r_y_
& the satisfaction of that
golden boy's
-the angel boy's-
pain.
Oh, no…
Seems like that angel boy's not as
|\strong/| as everyone thought he was.
((don't blame him,
the weight of the world
is something no man should have to carry))
He was never good with accepting
the impossible.
-to him, there was no such thing—
==even if he was proved wrong a countless number of times==
So, despite clary's warnings,
he fought & with
the Morning Star chasing him,
he tried to save them all.
For a single, shining moment,
it looked as if they'd won.
But the cheers soon turned into wails
as that angel boy
- that golden boy -
fell from the ( ( sky ) ),
an #-arrow- in his heart.
Now jace lightwood is welcomed into
that miserable, twisted story,
lighting up the pages
with his golden smile &
belief in the impossible.
Everyone is gone,
and the darkness is coming,
and without jace there to chase it away,
she has no idea what to do.
So she stumbles along, each misstep another life
=kaeliejocelynamatishenrytess abat=
She's scared&alone&waytooyoungforthis
but all those
shadowhunters
are now looking to her, for her,
and she realizes what he, what them all, would want.
She has to fight.
So here we are,
back at the beginning.
With that
angel-blooded clarissa,
a little less :pure:,
a little less ;whole;,
but an angel all the same.
And then here's her brother,
the demon,
still :angry: and ;terrible;
and far too dangerous.
It's strange don't you think,
that everything is
ending and
beginning at the same time?
clary's screaming & jonathon's cursing & bodies falling
(just bodies, because they weren't people, not anymore)
& dear God, is this what Hell feels like?
And then for a moment, a single shining moment,
everything. just. stops.
she can see alec, his blue eyes
}b}u}r}n{i{n{g{
with anger & pain & sadness,
and there's Luke,
no longer *smiling*,
no longer happy.
The sight of them about
s\h/a\t/t\e/r\s
what's left of her heart.
Then she's turning back to jonathon,
but it's too late, it's far too late,
because he took advantage of
that single, shining moment
and now she's falling
f. a. d. i. n. g,
just like all the others.
But it's not all for nothing…
Because something's in that angel girl were
br/o/ke/en
& placed|back|together
in those few seconds that
saved the world.
Among those
^shards^ of her heart,
you could find the same story
that you're reading today.
A story of loss&death&hate,
but also one of
hope&life&love
So as she's falling,
downdowndown,
into a figure in our past,
into death,
into life,
into forever,
she reaches up and
drags jonathon with her.
So here we are, kids,
at the end.
And to you, I understand, this tale will always
be words in a textbook or a bedtime story,
it's characters never real,
just a jumble of
heroes & villains & victims,
standing tall and immortalized
in the story that ended them all.
((the one that let all of us
begin))
