Since I'm not known for my patience, I went ahead and decided to write one about Max.
He'd always wondered what it'd be like to be dead.
He never thought, though, that he'd die so young. He didn't even know he was dead.
He'd opened his eyes to see Izzy bent over him, crying and yelling words that would've gotten him grounded in a heartbeat.
He'd never seen her cry before; Izzy had always been a master at keeping her emotions in check.
But seeing her cry was scary.
Her inky hair looked flat and empty of volume, her dark eyes wet and unseeing, blotches covering her face.
He even saw Mom crying, which made him give a double-take.
Adults never cried. Mom never cried.
He'd followed his parents and Jace and Alec to the Shadowhunter cemetery, where the Clave only buried Shadowhunters who didn't die in war.
Dad had always remarked proudly that all of the Lightwoods-including Jace-wouldn't be buried in that cemetery, but burned.
He'd been elated when he found out that he'd begin training next year.
Jace would teach him sparring with weapons and hand-to-hand combat, whereas Alec would be teaching him some history.
Izzy was going to teach him about 'Girl Language' as she called it.
When the four came to a halt, it struck him as odd that his sister wasn't there with them.
"Mommy?"
He pulled impatiently at Mayrse's sleeve.
"Mommy, where's Izzy?"
She didn't answer him, but murmured a prayer, her head bent down.
He frowned, and looked at the grave they were visiting.
Max Lightwood
1998-2007
Brave little warrior taken before his time
May Raziel bless him with entry.
He screamed in horror.
I don't know if I like this or not.
Please review and tell me what you think.