(300 years in the future)
Harris lightwood hid in the shadows of the ruined house's, he moved swiftly and quitly, the sun was almost setting, it was a race agaist time but he had to get there! The Demons would start to prowl the streets any minute now.
Harris jumped and flipped from wall to wall, keeping as silent as possible, he could already see the entrance...a ruined, crumbled and fallen down church stood near to the secret entrance.
Looking at the church Harris felt a twinge of Saddness, it had once been the new york institute...it was the shadow hunters last safe place ...their last stand, it had been great once, Harris had been told.
He hadn't been around to see it though he'd seen pichtures of it before it had fallen 195 years ago, he'd heard his Ancesters used to live there to. Harris grimaced thinking, what would his Ancesters think seeing their beloved institute burnt and broken almost to the ground? How the mighty had fallen.
Harris walked nearer to the church then spotted the entrance, his sholders ached for carrying his bag for to long as he grinned with relief. Glancing around to make sure no demons where on his trail Harris then hurredly walked over to a normal looking piece of stone pavement.
It looked like any otherpavement...apart from the fact he, with the right leverige could pull of the stone easily for him to slowly slip down the hole that was underneeth the stone pavement.
Thousands of protection Runes glowed around him, calved into the ladder that he was climbing down and the walls around him. If he was a demon he would of been killed by now or trapped depending on what type of demon he might of been.
He even past a couple of traiter runes drawn into the dark and damp floor he walked on after he'd climed all the way down into the underground tunnels. If you'd been doing anything suspiousios they would glow green then trap that person that walked past them.
Harris wished he'd never seen them trap a person but he had and he would do so again, no one was trusted, even his closest freinds. He knew they didn't trust him either but why would they? No one trusted anyone anymore, it was a stupid and foolish thing to do.
Trusting someone could have you killed. Harris wished he didn't know that but he did, to many people had died trusting the wrong people. Harris thought back a week ago, Lucy a downworlder, a werewolf had been killed by her boyfreind Timithy, who was a mundane.
Harris didn't feel anything, it was hard to feel symthpathy for the dead when it happened almost everyday...it just felt, well normal.
Harris was suddenly hugged by his mundane freind lily as she screamed exited "your back! Everybody his back!"
Harris was quickly crowded around by adults and children, Harris grinned as he said "I've got treats for everybody!" and with that Harris emptyed his bag onto the floor, some food and freshly picked vegdibals and fruits from there secret garden fell out.
It wasn't much but it would last them all a couple of days before someone else would have to brave the demon invested world to get some more food.
Children and adults hungrily crowded around and started to eat, no one had eaten for almost a week.
Harris whispered to lily "since I've been gone what's the death count? And where's Adam? Please don't tell me his not back yet?"
Lily told him "you know how Adam is, you can't stop him, not since she died, you know that but I'm sure his not being too reckless, he'll come back evently, like he always does and so far one adult werewolf was killed by demons near the entrance and two mundane children have starved to death"
Harris grimaced and sighed "Where are the body's?"
Lily said sadly "Magnus has already burnt them"
Harris nodded and decided to pay Magnus a visit just then yellow runes flashed angrily near them and everyone who was eating the food stopped, everyone looked around in fear and slight exitment.
Harris's eyes narrowed and Lily said thinking exactly what Harris was thinking as she said coldly drawing out her dagger underneath her belt "Intruders!"