The Girl With the Angel Wing Rune
Prologue
A/N: Hey everyone! This is my mortal instruments fanfic, however, i do not claim to own the mortal instruments series. The story line for this fanfic actually came from a dream I had last night where I was a shadowhunter( i'm a freak I know) with a strange unknown rune on my back. It was a pretty awesome dream and when I woke up the this story just popped into my mind and the words came pouring out! Characters like Jace, Clary, Simon, Isabelle, Alec, and ect will be showing up soon. I hope you enjoy and review (:
Some people dream of perfection. I was well on my way to becoming perfection. Most shadowhunters train and receive their runes gradually. That was not the case for
me. I was born with a rune on the inside of my right wrist. It's a rune no one had ever seen before; angel wings with intricate vines intertwining around them
decorated my fair skin.
The amount of detail is unlike any other rune. The curve of the vines, the arch of the wings; any artist would love to claim it as their own creation. My parents brought me up
like any other shadowhunter in training, paying no attention to my one of a kind marking. I excelled in every aspect of my training, being extraordinarily fast and agile.
However, I never felt different from anybody else, so I never acted different from anybody else.
It was a gloomy and rainy day when an unfortunate accident happened. I was fourteen years old, sitting in the window of our study room reading my demonology text
book like a good little shadowhunter. The rain outside was harsh, the lightning unforgivable. I heard some strange shrieking and gurgling noises coming from the
downstairs, followed by a sharp scream. I recognized that scream as my mothers. Without thinking I ran into our weapons room to grab a seraph blade; I felt my rune
pulsate dimly. As I darted through the halls I heard my father let out an agonized scream, I urged my feet to run faster. The last thing I remember was reaching the
kitchen entryway to be greeted by a blob of darkness. I woke up hours later in a place I had never seen before, I remembered nothing. Bits and pieces of information
came back slowly, like my name and who my parents were. Everything else was a senseless mirage of memories, nothing fit together or made sense. Recurring
images of my rune and a lake kept popping up, but I had no idea what they meant or how they were related. As time went on I had a feeling what happened that
night wasn't an accident. Three years later I was ready and willing to do anything to find answers. My name is Kalel Petrova. I'm 17 years old, and I have no idea who
I am.