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Chapter 1: Consuming thoughts
The girl with the bright red hair and shocking green eyes sighed as she laid down on her bed. She began mentally preparing herself for another night filled with dreams of a land she would never know. Her dreams always took her to places that reality couldn't. In her dreams she was free, happy and able to live her life the way she wanted to, but in the world she lived in now, none of that was possible.
Sometimes she dreamed that her father and brother were normal and not bent on changing the world. Sometimes she dreamed of running away and living life on her own. Sometimes she dreamed of her mother coming back for them. Mostly though, she dreamed of the other boy.
She had never met the other boy but knew plenty about him. She knew that he was really a Herondale but was raised under the assumption that their father was also his. She knew that his age was between hers and Jonathon's and that his name was Jonathon too.
She knew that her brother was always given the same tasks as the other boy and she always heard of the other boy's results.
Jonathon had the ability to effectively accomplish his tasks with ease and grace but so did the other boy. It seemed that they were a lot alike except the other boy had something Jonathon did not, feelings.
Her father told them stories of the boy loving his falcon and laughing in a bathtub of spaghetti. Jonathon never laughs, never gives a genuine smile of happiness and he certainly does not love the way the other boy does.
She knew that Jonathon hated the other boy. The other boy was a more improved version of her brother and they all knew it. While Jonathon was made with demon blood, the other boy was made with angel blood and so was she. She wondered if they were alike, her and the other boy that is. They both had blood of the same angel, Ithurial and that caused them to share a bond unlike none other.
Together the three of them could be unstoppable, two children from heaven and one from hell. Better, physically and mentally, than any other shadowhunter by far. They could rule the world if they wanted to and she knew that was her father's plans.
She knew Jonathon was on board with it but she was not. She disagreed with her father's views on downworlders and the clave but she could never voice her opinion with her father for she would be beaten physically until she recanted her statement. She wondered if the other boy felt the same way as her. He should, since he after all he was sent away when he was ten.
'He must know the truth then, he must know of father's lies.' She decided.
When she first learned of the boy's departure she had asked her father the cause of it. He had simply stated that it was because he was different. He never offered a more detailed explanation then that and it had confused her. How was he different? He was like Jonathon in his training and physical ability but like her in his ability to feel.
She was confused about the whole situation and felt bad for the boy who was casted away by their own father. At the time she wondered if her father would send her or Jonathon away as well, but was grateful as the days passed by and they both remained at home.
Now father was also able to stay with them more as well. At the time she pitied the other boy. He had lost the only home he had ever known and lost a father he believed was his. After learning the truth though she realized how lucky he truly was.
The girl with the red hair sighed once more as the thoughts of the other boy wouldn't leave her mind. Once she started thinking of him, she could never stop. He was like a drawing she could never get right. He frustrated her. She wanted to know more about him; more about the brother she never met. She wondered if he thought of her as much as she did of him. Did he ever think of any of them or did he take his new life for granted? She knew that she wouldn't if she was him.
The girl started to get mad and threw her pillow across the room. It hit the vase filled with flowers on her dresser and it broke into several pieces when it hit the floor. She looked at the roses her father had given her two days ago. They were an early gift for her upcoming birthday. It was the same each year since she had turned nine, roses, a piece of Morgenstern jewelry and new art supplies.
While she hated the overly extravagant jewelry and the flowers she did appreciate the new pads, charcoals and pencils. Though those were encouraged to be used for creating runes to help advance the shadowhunting community rather than "those frivolous sketches and drawings" her father always stated each year. He never did stop her from drawing though because the truth was it was another trait she inherited from her mother.
Her mother was a big mystery in her mind. She knew little of her, except for the fact that she looked exactly like her, could draw like her and left the day after she was born. She didn't know what she could do to make her mother hate her so much but whatever she did, her mother still had not returned to them. Soon marked the day in which it would be sixteen years since she left.
Sometimes she imagined the boy and her mother together laughing at how they got away while Jonathon and her were still prisoners. Sh—
"Ungratefully, aren't we?"
The girl with red hair suddenly turned from her position to face her brother. He stood there leaning against her door frame with a look of interest graced along his face along with a smirk. He had shocking white hair and dark eyes resembling an exact replica of their father. Her father's followers often remarked about that and while her father often held a look of pride on his face, Jonathon held one of disinterest.
"Won't father be upset to see what you have done to your gift?" He continued looking smug.
"You know he just gives them to me because that's what he gave our mother for her birthday each year."
His smirk soon turned downwards and his face changed into a look of anger. "She abandoned us, how can you see that women as our mother?"
The girl looked down at her lap and began to fumble with her fingers. She did not have a response for this and it hurt to know the truth, even now after so many years.
"Honestly Seraphina you would do better to just give up on that little dream of yours of her returning and claiming her love for us. She is not coming back and she could care less about our family."
She looked up at her brother to see his hard stare. Sometimes she felt it was as if he could read her mind.
"Maybe she had a reason for leaving." She meant it as a statement but it came out as more of a question.
"Yeah she's a selfish bitch." He replied while leaving to return to his own room. Whenever she would try to talk about their mother with him he would always reply with the same answers that he hated her and wanted to not even acknowledge her existence.
She honestly had no idea what think. On one hand she hated her for leaving and on the other she was happy that at least she was able to leave this hell. What reason could she possibly have for leaving her husband and two children? She knew that her father could be a little over zealous about changing the world and Jonathon was insensitive and cruel even as a young child but wasn't love supposed to be unconditional? Especially that of your own family?
She wondered if the other boy's family loved him.
She laid back down on her bed as the thoughts of him returned. He lived with the Lightwoods now. He would have a father, Robert, a mother Maryse, and three siblings, Alexander, Isabelle and Maxwell. She wondered what it was like having a normal family. She wondered if he liked living with the Lightwoods better than being with father.
The girl rolled over and looked over and through the window across from her bed. She stared at the darkness and imagined the boy looking out at the same night sky. Unrealistic yes, since technically it wasn't even nighttime in New York but she enjoyed her unrealistic fantasy anyways.
She loved retreating into her mind. It was a place no one could touch, not her father and certainly not Jonathon. She could view the world as a canvas as she liked, opposed to a society full of corruption and selfishness as her father saw. It was her secret she kept from everyone.
The girl wondered if the boy held secrets too.
Her secrets started when she was twelve years old. Around this time is when her view of the world changed and when she realized that her father had lied to her about everything under the sun. There was so much more to life that she was missing out on because of her father and his controlling, single minded views of the universe. It was unjust and she couldn't wait until the opportunity where she could be free like the other boy was.
Maybe she was being ungrateful, she had been blessed with a beautiful home, plenty of food and she was given any material possession she desired. She was given the best training and the best tutors but that wasn't what she wanted.
What she wanted was to be free and she would give away anything else in return for that.
She didn't understand why her father was so hell bent on getting his revenge on the downworlders and the clave. She knew his history with them but yet she did not understand what it was that powered all his hate. She did not believe that downworlders deserved to be treated differently; they were her equals in her opinion, but she knew that if she ever shared her opinion it would not go down well with her family.
She wondered what the other boy thought of her father now. Did he hate him for the lies? Did he hate him for the unhappy childhood? Did he hate him for the isolation? Or did he still hold unconditional love for him, which her mother lacked for her?
'One day.' The girl swore it to herself. One day she would meet him. One day she would meet the brother she never met.
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