(A/N): Hey Guys! So, this is my new story! It's set after City of Glass but somehow Valentine isn't dead (I started planning the plot line before I read the book, and if I changed it it wouldn't be the same, now would it?) I hope you like it, even though this is only the prologue.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the two OC's in this chapter and the many others in the next.


Prologue

Adamira

My name is Adamira Fawn, and I live in New York. Nearly seventy years ago, my mother made a deal with a warlock to halt my family's aging in it's track, but the warlock was crafty, and managed to place the spell on only the three living females in the family, my mother, my grandmother and I. So now, I perpetually look seventeen. I know it doesn't sound that bad, but I can't do anything people who look over seventeen can do, like drink, or have credibility. Anyway, after my father died of old age, my mother took her own life, and my Grandmother, Evelyn Fawn, took me under her wing. So, ever since then, I stayed under her care. Many years ago, I attended school with my best friends, Lucian Graymark, Onyx Darkwillow (whom we called Will for short) and Jocelyn Fairchild. They had grown up with me, and we stayed friends all the way through their training (I had been trained many years earlier), and studied together at school. Eventually though, Jocelyn and Lucian joined ranks with Valentine and his 'Circle', slowly drifting away from Will and I. I was away when it happened. When Lucian was bit by a werewolf I mean. I was on a mission for the Clave, hunting a pack of werewolves, coincidentally, who had murdered a family of mundanes. When I arrived back, I found him curled up on my front doorstep, his clothes ragged, torn and barely existent, mud and dirt covering his skin except where tears had obviously trailed their way down his cheeks. I remember pulling him into the house, shoving him into the shower and turning the water onto the lowest setting possible. The mud quickly turned to murky brown water and dripped from him, his eyes opening as the freezing water hit him. He didn't say a word, just stared up at me sadly as I pitied him silently. He had become one of the very things we hunted, and he hated himself for it. So, I did the only thing I could in that situation. I stood and walked from the room. To go grab a towel. I returned quickly, climbing into the bathtub fully clothed, not caring about the freezing water soaking me through to the bone as I wrapped my arms around him, cradling him in my arm as we both cried. Lucian and I had never been romantically connected, no, he loved Jocelyn, and was more like a brother to me than anything else. We were best friends, always had been. I pulled him from the shower after he was clean, turning off the tap as I wrapped him in the warm, dry towel on the bath mat. It was a sad day for everyone, but mostly for Luke. Jocelyn had married Valentine a few years earlier, and was pregnant with his child. Personally, I feared for her. Valentine…there was something about him that I didn't trust. Something I now know I was right about. When Jocelyn had met up with Luke, he came to my house in the dead of night and eagerly told me all about it, and I agreed to help him with their plan. Will, who had previously been 'staking out' a vampire's nest, had returned and agreed to help us also, starting to work on battle strategies. So, we went to war against the circle. We had saved the claves and what did they give us in return? They exiled me. Not just me, my grandmother too. We had saved their lives, and they still threw me away like a piece of rubbish. It doesn't matter anyway, my grandmother and I had traveled to New York in the mundane world and started up an orphanage for non-mundane children, and mundane children with the sight. Many of the kids had been her for many years, and were personal friends of mine. Some weren't orphans at all, simply runaways that thought that the Orphanage would be a better place than their last home, and were probably right. We had lived her for sixteen years, before word that Valentine was back had started turning up in the underworld. I thought Jocelyn, Valentine and their child, Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern, had been killed in the fire that Valentine had set deliberately in their family home, also killing Jocelyn's parents, two people I was very fond of. But, also as I had thought he was dead, I knew that he was back just by the whisperings. Why would they say this now, if they were just rumors? No, they weren't just rumors, they were the truth, and everyone else refused to believe it. I can't do anything about it, not without incurring the wrath of the Clave anyway. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere near Idris ever again, unless the exile was lifted.


(A/N): Okay, so I know Will is the name of one of the characters in Infernal Devices, but I couldn't think of any other nickname for him. He's seen in the next chapter, which is over 4,000 words long.