This is just a drabble about how Magnus discovered himself. Kind of Poemy.

Disclaimer--Cassandra Clare owns practically all of this. *Magnus, the idea, the cat-eyes, and the lines done in italics.


I was the one who found her that day.

In the barn, a noose hanging around her neck.

My cat-eyes bugged in my head and I went to go tell my dad.

He wasn't happy.

"Your fault," he accused, flinching away from me.

I sat down.

I didn't cry that day.

I could not feel the loss of someone who had never loved me hard enough to reduce me to tears.

And though she didn't love me, she had tried.

Which is better than I can say for anyone else.

She felt terrible about what she'd done to her own child.

To her husband.

To herself.

I was ten.

My father came to me, his eyes red, his mouth set in a hard line.

"You'll pay for what you've done."

He tried to drown me in the creek behind the barn.

I lashed out at him with everything I had--burned him where he stood.

I went to find help.

To find who I really was.

When I found out what I was really, only half a human being, I hated myself.

I'm over it now.

But it took many years.

Anything's better than that.


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