Fanfic Song: Paradise, by Coldplay
A little girl sat by her window, leaning against the cool glass. Her scarlet locks curled around her pale face, wide innocent eyes peering out at the inky black sky. The stars looked like silver dust, spreading across the dark evening sky. The last few fiery colors of the sunset where disappearing, now only a dull yellow glow.
The little red head held her knees to her chest, letting tears fall from her glassy eyes. The warm salty drops slid down her freckle dusted cheeks, dripping onto her worn jeans. In one quivering hand, she held a stele, the other a clenched fist. She healed the rest of her deep wounds, sniffling.
She was the last Morgenstern.
Little Clary could still see her mother's dying eyes, watching in horror as she and her father held hands, both telling her they loved her. Deep red blood everywhere. Seeping into the bottoms off her shoes. Shattered glass.
Clary squeezed her eyes shut. The Clave didn't know what to do with her so...she was put up for adoption. But Clary wasn't sure she wanted new parents. She wanted her moms warm hugs, her dads reassuring voice…
Eight year old Clary set the stele down, feeling her wounds mending. She was in a small guest room temporarily, waiting for the people who would be adopting her. Clary crossed the room, plopping down on the white sheeted bed. She tucked icy fingers under her legs, and tried to even her shaky breaths.
She heard the door creak open, the pale glow of witch light streaming into the dim room. Clary ignored it, deciding to stare at the lamp on the dresser. The lampshade was grey, with the bottom half carefully etched with silver along the bottom…
"Clarissa, is here." Clary turned, only so much so you could see half her pale face. A Clave member swung the door more open, with her robed arms. A tall, elegant looking women stepped in, with a black pencil skirt and navy blue blouse. She had pitch black hair wound up into a bun, and stern but soft blue eyes. Clary's green eyes met hers, and the women smiled slightly.
"Hello Clarissa, my names Maryse." The women said, stepping forward. Clary rubbed her wet cheeks with her hand, nodding. Maryse sat down on the creaky bed beside Clary, looking concerned.
"Call me Clary" Clary answered, twiddling her fingers. Maryse nodded, and set a hand on Clary's shoulder. The Clave member ushered the two out, so Maryse could sign papers. Maryse began rambling on about her two other children, and how they would all get along so well.
After a boring half hour in uncomfortable wooden chairs, Maryse and her husband Robert were now Clary's new guardians. Another person in floor length black robes guided them towards the Guard, where they would be portaled to their destination. This was new too
Clary..she had never been outside of Alicante before.
As they walked past the tall trees lit with gleaming witchlight torches, Clary spotted the portal, a vortex of blues, all swirling around. The little redhead eyed it with fascination, lips slightly parted.
She turned around, looking at the small lined houses, all colorful and bright. The canals glittered in the moonlight, and happy voices drifted along with the lost wind.
Clary didn't know it, but she was saying goodbye to her past, her parents, and old life. Taking a deep breath, she let Maryse lead her into the sparkling portal.
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Bye for now my friends….