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))