Disclaimer: I do not own any character (excluding my OC), setting or plot from the book series Mortal Instruments or the TV show Shadowhunters. All rights reserved to Cassandra Clare, and any others whom it may concern.
Prologue
A dark sky hung above the open countryside, the slightest sign of dawn beginning to highlight the rolling outline of hills in the distance. All of the stars had faded from sight—all but one. It hung there, alone, in the dark canvas of the universe. Abandoned by all of its brethren to face the endless darkness by itself. And yet, because of that, it seemed to burn that much brighter. Untainted by the dilution of competition.
For a brief moment, something glimmered in the sky next to it, as if one of the stars had decided to come back and keep its brother company. But then the glimmer was falling, dropping from the sky like a rock sinking to the bottom of the ocean. A falling star? she wondered.
It wasn't until the glimmering object had almost hit the ground that she finally realised what it was: a golden chalice, no bigger than a wine glass. Twisting, turning, spinning through the air. Even in the dim light of early dawn, the silvery adamas and polished gold seemed to shine as if lit from a burning light within. Some instinct deep inside was urging for her to move and catch the mysterious chalice, as if it had a greater importance than she knew. But her body refused to cooperate, and so she had to settle for watching its fast descent with curious eyes.
Just as it was about to hit the soft, lush grass, a pale hand shot up from the earth beneath, blackened with soil, and grasped the chalice's golden stem. She almost sighed in relief, glad that the mysterious cup hadn't been damaged. However, the moment of relief was short lived. The instant the hand touched the shining cup, the field was suddenly filled with hundreds of people, and chaos descended. Blood fell from their eyes, nose, mouth. Hands clawed at their own faces and pleads for mercy filled the air. Some fell to their knees, whilst others stared up at the dark sky from where their bodies lay lifelessly on the ground, their eyes glassy and unseeing. She shivered, a freezing wind biting into her body as she helplessly witnessed the destruction unfold before her—unable to move no matter how hard she fought to.
The once lush green field was now stained black with blood. Innocent blood.
The hundreds of screams filled the air, louder and louder until she felt like her head was going to explode from the sheer volume of it all. She fell to her knees, hands lifting to cover her ears in a desperate attempt to block out the heart-wrenching noise.
"Stop!" she cried, her voice instantly lost in the chaos. "STOP!"
Author's Note:
Okay, so I've been trying to get over my writer's block after a damn hectic few months and knock out another chapter for my Captain America fic, Stand or Fall. But every time I sat down behind a computer and tried to start typing, the idea for this story kept niggling at the back of my head. As you can see, I've had a complete what the hell kind of moment and decided to post this. It will be a Jace/OC fic—sorry to all the Clace fans out there (I love them too, don't hate me).
This has not been beta read, so any and all mistakes are completely down to my tired brain. Sorry!
Anyway, let me know what you guys think? Keep writing? Delete immediately and pretend this tragic piece never graced the internet?
Love you all,
Eclipse x
