Hello everyone,
I know it's been over a month but I've been busy as I only have the weekend off. But whatever, I'm back. Here's my new story! It will be updated every week because again, I'm busy.
READ: the atmosphere in this book is basically modern day witha castles and stuff. There are no skyscrapers but there are cars and modern clothing. Only when you are rich do you wear corset dresses and stuff.
TMI belongs to the famous Cassandra Clare
They called it a new world, a new chance. The Royal family named the Herondales, promised it would help us while the war raged on. So based on our financial statuses, connections, power, and career they segregated us into five groups. The Royal Family, the Lords and Ladies, the military, the mundanes, and the Lones.
The Royal Family consisted of only three, Prince Jonathan Herondale, Queen Celine, and king Stephan. We have been taught to respect our leaders. I however have taught myself to pretend to honor them.
The next were the Lords and Ladies. High class people. Very snobby though.
The military were next. Don't be fooled though. Yes the military paid well but once you were out of the military they return you to your old status, unless you were high ranked, then you became a lord. Only men are allowed to fight in war.
The mundanes were the common. Nothing exciting.
Then there was the Lones the lowest of the low. Uneducated and half dead.
We live in our country called Idris. We are alone. Everyone else in this world is neutral. Unexistanting in our war with Disperdere. A a small piece of our country where all Rebels reside. It's Latin for 'Destroy' they are fight for dominance, power.
These people have no mercy and are barbaric. They are lead by Valentine Morgenstern.
I am the daughter of Valentine Morgenstern. Don't be fooled though. I ran when I was 15. Two years later I have found my brother in Idris. Jonathan is also against Valentine. Unfortunately he doesn't know I'm in Idris. No one does.
I am living as a Lone. Jonathan has the status of the royal guard, he works at the palace of shadows. Where the Royals live.
My regular day consists of stealing some food or money and then hunting down Rebels in Idris. I was trained by the best to assassinate, of course.
I am Clarissa Morgenstern. But to others I am no one; I don't exist.
I walk through the streets of my town. A lord and lady are about to walk by me. As a mandatory curtesy I bow my head.
"Did you hear the King and his family are coming here?"
"No."
"Yes! Tonight they should arrive!"
Stupid. A rebel could easily know they are arriving and plan an attack. I always seem to be saving they're butts, since the world would go up in flames if my Father ruled.
I turn right into a dark alley. I sit behind a dumpster and pull the bricks from the wall behind me. I pull out just enough to slip inside the house. For about a decade this house has been abandoned. Well, kinda. I have lived here for four years. Everything is boarded up so the loose bricks are the only way to get in and out. The house is small but nice. I have brought some things from the Rebel camps when I fled. I sold the jewelry when I was desperate. I walked to my bed in the corner and pushed it to the side. Underneath there was a trap door. I entered the combination and slipped inside.
I flicked on the oil lamp and looked at my surroundings. It was my weapons room. Daggers, swords, and bows lend the walls. I walked to the corner and picked up my armor. I slipped on the dark pants and long shirt. I laced my combat boots up and put on my leather jacket. I tied my long red hair up and put on my mask. Well actually it covered my entire head. I clipped on my weapons belt and put my weapons in. I then walked to the small indent in the wall and put on my ruby necklace.
Right before Jon left he gave me the necklace and told me wear it and one day he would find me. For two years this is what has kept me going. Hope.
I inhaled and exhaled. Time to dance.
I waited outside of the gates of the city. I stood in the shadows where no one could see me. Faintly I heard cars start to enter the gates. People cheered and hollered. A limo pulled out followed by a few BMWs which guards filled out of. As soon as the door of the limo opened a man jumped from the rood of a small shack. Rebels were here.
I jumped from my hiding spot and ran to the unguarded limo. I kicked the door shut and punched the guy in the face. I swiftly took out my blade and slit his throat. Three other rebels jumped from the back of a building. Immediately I pulled my bow and arrows out. I shot three accurate arrows piercing each in the heart.
Just as I put my bow down a guard grabbed me. And… hugged me?
"Clare?" the guard said as he backed away. Jonathan.
Slowly I took a few steps back. I found him. I was about to hug him when I heard a scream and a knife glistened in the moonlight. It never found me as it clattered on the floor. I turned around to see Prince Jonathan with a sword at hand. And a rebel beneath him.
His golden hair and eyes made him handsome, beautiful.
The Prince looked at Jon. "Who is she?"
Jonathan smiled weakly. "My sister." i smiled and peeled my mask off my face.
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