Ok, this is my first story! R&R please!
Prologue:
Today, was suppose to be the best day of my little sister, Morgana Mayfield's, life. Today is the day she gets her first rune. It's also her 12th birthday. My twin, Wyatt and I got our first rune when we were 12, but it wasn't the type most Shadowhunters get. See, Morgana will be getting a rune only four other Nephilim in the world have. Wyatt, my mother Helen, father Morris, and I, are the four said people that have it, but we are not the only ones that know about it. We are Shadowhunters. We all got the rune at age 12, and it only lets us physically age to 21. We can not die, unless pure gold, is thrust threw our heart. This rune is for immortality…
Let the story begin…
Chapter 1
"Ready?" I whisper, glancing over at my twin, Wyatt.
He has pieces of his messy, un-brushed, honey blonde hair falling in to his eyes an his sky blue eyes meet my mint green ones. That's the only difference between our faces, our eyes.
"Ready when you are, Hadley." he says with a mischievous smile. I return the smile.
"One….Two….THREE!" we whisper-yell at the same time. Together we creep in to Morgana's room, lightly giggling. We have both had countless years of training and know how to enter a room with out making the slightest sound. I look at him and he looks at me.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" we yelled in unison.
Morgana's bright blue eyes (like Wyatt's) burst open with surprise. She looks at us in awl for a moment sprawling to sit up. Then, she starts laughing an we laugh with her. Her long, curly, dirty blonde hair (darker than ours but just like our mothers) messily frames her face.
"Today, you get your first rune!" I say, toying with a stray piece of my own hair.
Morgana gets up from her bed and walks over to her large vanity mirror, starting to fix her curls. "Does it hurt?" she asks us, still smiling but with a slight edge in her voice.
"Oh, a lot," I say mockingly. I look to Wyatt to back me up. Being twins and all, we always have a way of knowing what each other is thinking.
"Oh yeah," he said " It's AWFUL."
Morgana turns and looks at us a moment, stopping in mid brush. Then she smiles. She knows we are joking. Morgana has a gift. She can read peole like an open book, especially Wyatt and I. It's almost impossible to lie to Morgana. Almost.
Wyatt and I high five and leave to go get ready ourselves. I change out of my PJ's into a pair of my dark jeans, a dark purple V neck T-shirt, with a black tank top underneath it and black boots to match. I quickly brush threw my hair, and clip on my short silver necklace with our family crest cast on to the pendant. It rests inbetween my collar bones. I stop in the mirror and touch it with my fingers.
Our family crest is a shield that is split in to three. There is a lion in each of the three sections. It's nothing really special, but it reminds us of our past. All the Mayfeilds have one we where every day. Wyatt and mine are pendants, and while mine is on a sliver chain, his is on a thick leather cord. Helen, our mother, has a small silver charm of it which she keeps on a bracelet. Our father, Morris, has his on a silver coin he always keeps in his pocket. Morgana has hers on a pair of stud earrings she never leaves the house with out.
I turn and start to walk out in to the hall when something just outside my window catches my eye. I don't know why, but when a bright, fire red, Cherry tree leaf falls on to my window seal, a chill goes up my spine. Something is wrong, but I don't know what. Perhaps its part to the fact we don't have any cheery trees that I know of. I can't place it so I try to push it out of my mind and go in to the hall to meet Wyatt for Morgana's rune ceremony, softly closing the door behind me.