A Downward Spiral

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I, in no way shape or form own The Mortal Instrument Series and all credits go to the perfect Cassandra Clare. An important note to consider is that this story WILL HAVE SPOILERS, especially those that have not begun reading the Dark Artifices series. This story will contain numerous characters that we are familiar with, perhaps, I'll input an entirely made up side character as the story progress…well see. Any how we shall start and I hope you enjoy! The story takes place years after the Mortal War.


Lost.

Lost is a lovely place to find yourself.

-DPT


She woke with a gasp. The one you feel when something is hurtled at you unexpectedly, the kind that made you slightly disoriented. The first thing she was the night sky, luminous with the intensity of a million dead stars that winked from the distant past. Under the cloak of moonlight she laid.

Not willingly of course, no. Not willingly.

Who would? Well, in their right mind anyways, would lay in the middle of nowhere by the roadside where nothing exists other than the endless span of fields of poppies painting the meadow a stark red. That's right, no one…that's sane. A ray of light slipped past a crack between clouds which shown down on a patch of flowers, a striking contrast to the darkness. Red and black. Just then a blinding pain shot pass her, she desperately closed her eyes to ease the unwelcomed discomfort. Her vision consisted the colour red: Red like the sky of a bleeding sunset, red like a rose, like blood. Many thoughts gathered in her mind leaving her more breathless and confused. She scanned the skies as if the heavens would answer her questions, questions she herself has yet to even know of. She sat up, as gracefully as one can with a seemingly battered body. Taking note of her ragged appearance, the tattered cloth that used to be a shirt, and the ripped pants that barely covered her legs, she began to formulate a plan. She needed to find refuge, it wasn't sage here. That she knows. How you might ask, she can't really explain. As disoriented as she may, and as hard as she might try to gather her bearings she's at least definite of three things. First, is that she doesn't recall where she came from. Why she was here to begin with and of course the fact that she can't remember anything other than her name.

Scared and highly disarrayed she began to tremble, perhaps due to the cold air of the night or the knowledge of vulnerability and fear slowly settling in. She let out a strangled sob, to which startled her, though it shouldn't be a shock given her situation, it was only natural reaction.

After having a few moments to think and control her breathing, she told herself that she'd have to put this behind her for now. There are other pressing matters to handle, with careful consideration she began walking towards the East. Worn, beaten and bruised she trotted with determination.