Black for hunting through the night
For death and mourning the color's white
Gold for a bride in her wedding gown
And red to call enchantment down.
White silk when our bodies burn,
Blue banners when the lost return.
Flame for the birth of a Nephilim,
And to wash away our sins.
Gray for knowledge best untold,
Bone for those who don't grow old.
Saffron lights the victory march,
Green will mend our broken hearts.
Silver for the demon towers,
And bronze to summon wicked powers.
i awoke with a start. ive been haveing the same dream for a long time now and, why i wake up every time sweating bullets, who knows?
i walked into my living room only to find the infamous warlock i asked for.
magnus bane.
"here is your teleportation device." he handed me my stele with a new rune on it.
"how do i work it?" i asked.
"draw that rune in the air and wow there it is" he said the vanished as if he were never there.
poof!
okay so maybe transporting myself into the middle of an heated argument was not the best idea.
"We shouldn't, The Clave has a plan."
"The Clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple," said Jace.
"Jace is right."
"What do you know? You weren't even paying attention."
"I was, I said Jace was right."
"Yeah, but there's like a 90% chance of me being right most of the time, so that's not proof you were listening," said Jace. "That's just a good guess."
then in i teleport and everything gets quite and there all stareing at me.
"who are you?" the tall slightly annoyed brunette haired girl inquired.
i took a deep breathe and recite the shadow hunters children ryhme my dad would sing to me twice and then answered.