She was in the Accords Hall, looking around frantically at the commotion. Her brother was standing alone, looking distraught. He ran a hand through his hair. She stopped at his side and rested a hand on her brother's shoulder, surprising him.
"What's going on?" Isabelle asked, worry thick in her voice. "Sebastian, he-" Isabelle cut herself off at the sight of her parents across the Hall. What were they doing here? She turned back to her brother, who looked absolutely miserable. "Alec?" she asked, quietly. Despite the chaos, Alec heard her perfectly fine, but said nothing. Isabelle braced herself, knowing in her heart that something was terribly wrong. She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. "Alec," she repeated. "What happened while I was gone?"
Something Isabelle had trouble identifying flashed across her brother's face. Fear? That couldn't be right. He turned to face her and gripped Isabelle's shoulders. "What happened after I left you?"
She wasn't expecting that. Carefully, Isabelle explained what she could remember of everything that had happened at the manor of the Penhallows. She had talked to Sebastian; that part she remembered. He had this look in his eyes that frightened her more than anything ever had. His eyes were the darkest she'd ever seen, darker than her own. Then, faster than she'd ever seen any Nephilim move, he was at her side. Something hard struck her in the head and everything went black. The last thing she could remember was the sound of his heavy boots on the hard wooden floor, leaving her alone and unconscious. The house was empty when she woke, so Isabelle ran as fast as she could for help. When she arrived, every Shadowhunter in Idris was crowded into the Hall of Accords.
Now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember a time when the Nephilim looked so panicked. It must be really bad.
"Is that everything?" asked Alec, patiently. One thing Isabelle had always admired about Alec was how calm he was, even in the most stressful situations. She nodded her head.
There was a new sound that tore through the other sounds in the Hall, a woman wailing in despair. Isabelle recognized the screams of Maryse Lightwood, her mother, and quickly turned away from her brother, towards the source of the sound.
"Iz-" Alec started, touching her shoulder. Alec felt his sister's body tense under his hand.
"No," Isabelle whispered. "Max…"
"Isabelle."
Isabelle tore from her older brother's grasp and ran across the Accords Hall, dropping down to the floor next to a small boy with tousled brown hair, a lighter shade than all of the other Lightwoods. His glasses were slightly cracked on one side, hanging off of his tiny face. Isabelle hadn't noticed that she'd been trembling until she saw her hands reaching for her little brother's glasses. She slid the tiny frames from his face, keeping them safe in her weapons belt.
Alec, who had caught up to her moments before, pulled Isabelle into a tight hug. At that moment, they both let go, crying into each other's arms. Robert Lightwood, upon seeing his two remaining children, had left the Hall, but Maryse was still kneeling on the floor, cradling her lost son.
(A/N)-In case you were wondering, I haven't been writing as much since I've been super busy lately. I'm mostly focused on an original story and less fanfiction, but I start break next week, so hopefully I can write more over the next few weeks.