This is where the story actually starts. You'll only see a couple of characters from Mortal Instruments in this one but it'll begin melding with the rest of the story soon!
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"Amelie, Amelie wake up!" The dark haired girl just rolled over in her bed letting out a loud annoyed groan.
"Amelie, tata Monteclaire est ici!"
"Tais-toi, I'm sleeping Marion."
"AmeLIE!" Her door burst open and a small black haired boy rushed in, jumping onto the bed. "Its Idris day Ame!"
The girl who had been buried deeply under her blanket before got up suddenly. Her long black tangled her covering her face, she reached out and brushed it from her eyes which were now shining in excitement.
"Have you brushed your teeth?" She asked the little boy as she jumped out of bed in her silky pajamas and rushed out the door grabbing a pair of black leggings that hung on the door handle of her wardrobe.
"Oui, she's waiting en bas." The boy followed his sister out from the room to where she had now put on the leggings under her light pink pajamas which she had just tied in a knot to shorten on the side.
"You're going to wear your pajamas to Idris?" The boy asked furrowing his brows and the girl shrugged.
"Its not as if they're going to let us leave the house. We're mundanes remember?" The boy frowned at his sister's words.
"Nous ne sommes pas banal!" He defended.
"Non, Marion, mundanes not mundane. It just means we aren't Shadowhunters." She explained and the boy nodded.
"How do you become a shadowhunter?" He countered and the girl frowned.
"There's nothing they'll let us do about it. We can't even try, they're trying to figure out what we are." She answered as she walked back into her room, pulling out a large duffel bag from the floor of her closet and slinging it over her shoulders.
"M-mais you just said nouse sommes mundanes."
"Well, maman and papa are mundanes, they can't tell what we are." The girl couldn't have been too much older than the little boy that was now trailing behind her, but she answered his questions with patience.
"Is that why we live with tata Monteclaire?" He asked innocently and his sister just nodded.
"Amelie, Marion good morning children." A tall thin woman greeted the two children as they finally made it down the stairs. She was sitting on the sofa, her eyes immersed with the book she had in her hand. She didn't even bother looking up as she continued speaking to them.
"I've made zome poached eggs and toast. Vee sure to eat zem before zee varlock arrives." The woman had a thick French accent and the two children nodded heading into the kitchen.
"Why are we not like Maman and Papa?" He asked as his sister placed a plate with an omelet and a piece of toast in front of him.
"We've gone over this Marion. I told you last night before you went to bed." The girl sat down with an identical plate in front of herself.
"Will we get to see Maman and Papa again?" He asked and the girl didn't answer, instead she bit into her toast and chewed slowly. The boy didn't speak again and the two ate in silence.
"Give me your plate Marion, I'll wash it. Go wait in the living room with tata, you can ask her the questions." The boy sighed and pushed himself off the table as his sister piled the dishes on to the sink.
As she washed the plates she could hear the boy asking his aunt about Shadowhunters and what they were, and why he wasn't one. Amelie was stressed, it wasn't a new feeling either. Just a year ago her family had been perfectly normal, living in a small town in north-western France knowing absolutely nothing about the shadow world. Of course, her parents had known, her mother's sister was a shadowhunter. Tata Monteclaire had drank from the mortal cup and become a shadowhunter but she had been very close to her sister, Amelie's mother to whom she had told everything.
That was why they had moved permanently to a small remote French town, to keep themselves safe. It hadn't helped because according to her mother both Amelie and Marion had been born with the sight. She hadn't really thought anything much of being able to see things others couldn't, and when she was younger tata Monteclaire brought her shadowhunter relatives and their children over all the time. To her, the sight really hadn't meant anything, all she knew was that the strange markings the kids got on their arms wasn't something she was allowed to have but other then that they were the same.
She had been fine until she had turned nine the year before and they had invited all her auntie's shadowhunter friends to their cottage. One of the kids had left their steles on the table and Marion, who had only been seven at the time and not warned that he couldn't use the silver instruments had tried to copy one of the runes into his own arm. They had been about to cut the cake when he had come waddling in with a black rune on his left arm.
Of course everyone had just thought that Marion had found a black marker and drawn it and laughed at first before he told her that he had used the stele brandishing it in front of everyone.
The Silent Brothers had been called, and they had only thought that Marion was the anomaly before they examined her as well. They tried a rune on Amelie and she still remembered how it burned and left a large silver marking on her skin.
It had been some very simple rune that wouldn't have really affected her if she turned out to simply be a mundane but they realized that there was something incredibly wrong with both of them. When they checked her parents they found no shadowhunter genes, and both Marion and Amelie were biologically their children. The fact that they could somehow carry markings was unheard of and everyone who had witnessed them was sworn to secrecy.
Letting them stay in Dinan, the French town, was out of the question so they were sent to stay with their tata Monteclaire. It had been a year, almost to the day. Her tenth birthday would be in four days and she missed her parents incredibly.
"So why do we have to go to Idris?" Amelie heard the boy ask his aunt. "Are Maman and Papa going to be there?"
She could hear the woman sigh, and Amelie finished drying the last plate and walked back into the living room.
"You have to go to Idris because you two are going to be trained as Shadowhunters." The woman answered. One thing Amelie had been grateful for was the fact that her aunt didn't feel the need to hide the truth from them, she had never in Amelie's knowledge lied to them just because they were children. From the beginning the woman had been frank with what she knew and tended to answer all of their questions to her fullest ability.
"So Maman and Papa aren't going to be there?" The woman didn't look up from her book.
"Mundanes can't vee in Idris."
"Ame and I are mundanes."
"No Marion, you're not." The woman didn't look up from her book but put one hand on the boy's hair and patted it comfortingly. "Vee don't know vat you two are but you are not mundanes. Zere is definitely angel vlood in you."
"Marion, stop bothering Tata she's trying to read." Amelie sat down on the couch playing with a loose piece of thread on her shirt.
The woman finally looked up from her book. "Vere is zat infernal varlock, he must ve thirty minutes late!" The woman got up from her place in the sofa, her height was even more prominent now that she was standing up.
"Is it Ragnor Fell again?" Amelie asked, remembering the strange green man that had portaled her to the Silent City a year ago.
Her aunt shook her head. "Ee iz on vacation at zee moment. I vould have preferred him. 'Ee is a good vamily vriend of ours."
Amelie wondered what this new warlock would look like. She had only ever seen one, but ever since she had found out that there was something different about her she had begun reading every book she could get her hands on about the Shadow World.
Warlocks could come in any shape, color or size and she had been astonished to learn that they were immortal. Of course, most died early anyways being unwanted forced offsprings of demons and humans. If they did survive that, they would many times die in the hands of their own magic which they weren't able to control.
"Zome American varlock by zee name of Magnus Vane. Ee came highly recommended vy Ragnor." Her aunt strutted to the large mahogany doors that stood on the other side of the enormous living room.
Shadowhunters seemed to be rich, that was something Amelie had observed from seeing her Aunt's home and the Paris institute which they had had to go through before going to the Silent City a year back. Then she remembered the Herondale mansion her aunt had shown her a portrait of. All their houses seemed uncomfortably large, she assumed killing demons for a living must pay very well. Just like working in the train lines, or in airplanes would. Risking your life meant you must get paid decently as an incentive.
"Vell, vat are you doing just standing outside zee door varlock?" The woman cried incredulously when she opened the door.
"Is it the wizard?" She heard Marion ask as he got up on the sofa to get a better look past their aunt. Amelie strained her neck as well, trying to see if there was any green or blue on him.
The man that followed her aunt into the room however was surprisingly ordinary and Amelie found herself to be slightly disappointed. Aside from his glittery spiked hair and his brightly coloured tight fitting shirt there was nothing out of the ordinary about him. No horns, no funny coloured skin she wondered if all of the glitter was his way of compensating for a lack of demonic traits. Or maybe his demon parent was glittery and the colours were actually a permanent part of him.
"Are you Magnus Vain?" Her little brother asked.
The man looked surprised when he heard his name and Amelie watched him with careful eyes as a grin came over the man's face.
He kind of looked like a cat she thought, maybe his demon parent had been some kind of cat demon, a glittery cat demon didn't seem to be something very vicious.
"Magnus Bane, with a 'B'" The man said. "Remember that little shadowhunter."
"I'm not a shadowhunter!" Her brother piped up folding his arms.
"Oh really?" The man asked disbelievingly, looking at the black rune on the back of her brother's right hand. "What are you then?"
"I don't know." The boy said with complete confidence. "That's why Ame and I can't live with our parents anymore, because nobody knows what we are."
The warlocks face seemed to soften as he heard what her brother was saying and his eyes moved back to Amelie. He seemed to rest at the silver rune that lay across the base of her neck and she swallowed nervously.
"I'm here to make a portal yes?" He quickly looked away from her but not before Amelie saw a strange look cross his face.
"Yes, to Idris please." The warlock nodded and Amelie watched in fascination as he twisted and turned his arms and a portal appeared.
Her aunt held out her hands for the kids to take, "Zank you varlock." The woman nodded as she stepped into the portal both Amelie and Marion holding either of her hands, and Amelie holding her large duffel bag on the other arm.
She noticed the warlock staring right at her silver rune before he vanished from her sight.