The 10 Minutes that Changed Lives
Chapter 1: The Shadowhunter meets the werewolf
Cecilia Waverly leaned against one of the tall, marble, pillars in the Hall of Accords as she surveyed the scene before her. Up at the front of the Hall the girl named Clary, Valentine's daughter, sat on the dais talking to Jocelyn Fairchild and the werewolf whose name she'd forgotten.
Cecilia let her eyes wander down to the crowded hall. Here she was, a newly recognized adult Shadowhunter, part of the most historical event since Jonathan Shadowhunter called on the Angel Raziel from Lake Lyn. Downworlders and Shadowhunters were joining forces to fight one common enemy, Valentine. But through all of that her feelings about the events unfolding in front of her were as confusing as the room she stood in.
It was strange for Cecilia to see so many different creatures in the Hall of Accords. Faeries with their multi-colored skin and lavish clothing that seemed to float by with an air of terrible beauty. Werewolves were easy to pick out with their tatter clothing and often somewhat tattered appearance. Then the warlocks walked around with out fits that swirled in color and sparks.
She watched as Shadowhunters and Downworlders marked each other with the Alliance rune, preparing for the quickly approaching battle. Most were marked by now and were heading for the portal Magnus Bane had created outside, except for Cecilia. She hesitated, dressed in her fighting gear with her long, blonde, hair pulled in a tight braid she was ready for battle, but she still needed a partner. Approaching a Downworlder and asking him or her to be her partner, though, just seemed so…strange. Therefore, she approached no werewolf, faerie, or warlock and none of them had yet to approach her, until she heard a voice behind her.
"I noticed you didn't seem to have a partner and neither do I," A gruff voice said.
Cecilia spun around, her hand instinctively flying to the seraph blade in her belt.
The man in front of her was very tall, a little more the six feet Cecilia guessed, with broad shoulders. He wore a black, button up shirt and mud stained, torn jeans. The sleeves of the shirt were tight around his muscled and tanned arms and Cecilia could see the ghosts of old scars along them. His face was full of sharp features, softened by the olive tone of his skin and stubble collected along his chin. Beneath his tousled brown hair his deep brown eyes stared out like dark pools. Instead of noticing any of this, though, one thing stood out to Cecilia.
"You're a werewolf," She said in a somewhat cautious tone.
The werewolf nodded then stuck his hand out. "The name's Gabriel. Will you be my partner?"