Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or any of the characters (except for the ones I made up myself) all rights belong to the fabulous Cassandra Clare.
Yes, I have not been updating, and I deleted my Guardian Angel story, because I want to do a different story, but with some of the same features as the deleted one….so I deleted Guardian Angel. But I'll do my best on this one…plus I have school and lots of tests to take so it'll take a while but like I said, I'll do my best.
Enjoy…
Chapter One~
I remember that when I was little, I would sit on my bed with my ear to the wall listening to the steady rhythm of the beautiful notes coming from the piano. I would daydream about great big lands, far away, away from all humanity…except for the king, the queen, and the princess. The king would work on battle strategies, the queen would start working on a new quilt for her daughter's room, and the princess would play all day. But, the king and queen had no idea that the princess did not play alone.
She played with her Faerie friends, Demonic frenemies, and Guardian Angel…They did not leave her side for they were her protectors. However, her father became worried for her health; thinking that she was not mentally stable, he sent her to a person with a magical personality. The magical being took away her friends, her protectors. He told her that the kingdom was protection enough. And that she shouldn't forget, the kingdom lies far from humanity for a reason.
The entire kingdom, and the magical being, had no idea that a monster lay in their land, in their kingdom's walls…
Daydreams like this would stir up when I heard the beautiful notes, wishing, wondering, what would happen to the princess? To the kingdom? To reality around them? But just as sudden as they came, the beautiful notes left the room next door, just as her daydreams had left her.
I remember a lot of things from when I was little, but I don't remember having a childhood. I was always running, from danger, from my mother, from evil, from myself…I could only escape two of those things. Evil was always around me, I'm always around me. I always found myself wishing upon shooting stars, praying, wishing, for those beautiful notes to come back, for the princess to be safe, for the princess's protectors to come back. But that didn't happen, because wishes just don't come true.
I wished for my mother to love me… "You're a monster!", She would say, "How can I love, cherish, a monster?" The wish did not come true. I wished that the danger following me would go away, disappear, vanish. The wish did not come true. I wished That the evil lurking inside me, that it would one day turn to light, to fire, to gold. The wish…didn't come true. Three wishes, no genie, I'm gone. The wishes didn't save me, so I saved myself. Well, at least I tried to.
A monster can't save a being of goodness, of light, just like a demon can't save an angel. Not possible. But, what if the demon was saving the angel that it used to be, an old soul, old past, past light? The angel inside itself? To light, to fire, to gold. To darkness, to chaos, to obsidian. To fire, to ice. Opposites, yet they're exactly the same. They all can do damage, destroy a soul, purity, happiness, sanity. My soul, purity, happiness, sanity. All destroyed, all lost, it can't be found. Something that is lost, can never be found again. You may try your hardest, but the truth is…it's gone for good.
That's what happens to half-bloods, half Angel, half demon. Ever heard of Shadowhunters? They're half Angel, half human. I'm…not. I'm a monster, beast, rebel. I don't say I'm half-blooded, demon blooded, Angel blooded, human blooded…I'm rebel blooded. I don't follow clave rules, the accords, Elements' Council rules, Angel Accords, nor do I follow simple mundane laws. I am not a half-blood, an angel-blooded, demon-blooded, Nephilim-blooded. I am a rebel. Blood pure, red, gold, black. To light, to fire, to gold. I am Rebel-blooded.