I stood there for a moment just looking at the tall imposing building. To anyone else the New York institute looked like an old abandoned church covered in fading graffiti. To the ones with the inner eye. The sight. The ones who knew the truth. The ones like me knew it was a home a home to all shadow hunters near and far looking for shelter and warmth. Then there were Shadow hunters like me who lack a certain thing. For me it was strength the absolute worst thing you can lack as a shadow hunter.
so they sent me away. To train with the best of the best id live here in till I finished my training that was 5 years. I clutched my suitcase tightly in my hand as I walk to the institute door I whispered a quick pray and knocked on the door three quick times. It opened almost immediately. Behind stood a woman with red hair and sparkling green eyes her smile was warm and motherly. Clarissa Herondale she offered her hand. And softly spoke.
"Morgan Hightower, it's a pleasure to meet you"