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Bold font - Clarissa's inner voice - angel
So will that be to the end of this story
*** Clarissa POV ***
"Clarisso, you have to hurt yourself, because if he does it it will be even worse." Said a men voice in my head. Usually everything he said was true so now it must also be. I took the knife from the hands of a brother and made him a small rump on my wrist. Jonathan has behaved strangely. He was looking intensely at the droplets of my blood on my wrist. I saw everything exactly. His dark almost, that black eyes for a short moment became green like my and mommy eyes. They were beautiful.
'"Why did you say I was going to hurt myself? He is so weird It smells so strange."' I said to you with wings. Birdys. I talked about him, but mommy talked about him 'ANGEL' and even told my to asked for his name. I know his name, but Ithuriel has forbidden anyone to give his name.
'Clarisso, you have nothing to fear." Said the voice of Birdys.
"But it hurts so much. Why is it so hurt?" Clary squeaked in the language of the angels when Jonathan mixed her blood with his own on his hand. Pain quickly disappeared when she saw how her father behaved towards her mommy. She could not stand and cried. She started screaming at her father in the language of the angels to stop. It turned out that it helped. Dad's no longer hurting mom, but ... he started looking at her strangely. Well, Mommy reached out her hands so she could hide in them.
"You will have to learn to defend yourself. It will be hard to you Clarisso, but I'm here for you. As long as you need me, I will always be here. You know the truth. You know what happened in the past. It will not be easy for Clarisso, but you can handle it. I believe in you my child. We will train together."
"You're right. I have to give my all. As you said, for the sake of humanity and Heaven and Hell. I will do what you will."
"Start inquiring about who I am. Told father how we met."
About your lord Ithuriel? Mom was very upset when she heard about you. She forbided me to tell anyone about you.
"Father will answer this question, just remember you have to look straight into his eyes and touch his skin with the asker and answer. You will do it?"
"I can handle it. Just how do I know she's lying or telling the truth?"
"If you do as I told you, you will find out."
"I'll try. I'm going to ask abowt Birdis with maen man with wings. But what do I have to say if he ask about your name?"
"Yes, Birdis is fine. My name - you can't speak my name aloud in English."
"Ok. I go to father. Wait. What am I supposed to say when he asket me wher are you?"
"Tell the truth that I come and go when I want."
I nodded because there was nothing to talk about it. Before he went through the door he said:
"Remember, the day will come when you have to sacrifice the most precious thing in the world." He said goodbye and left. I opened my eyes and said:
"Daddy?" I asked cautiously, not knowing what I could expect from this impetuous man. I looked at the man who sat beside us in the airport lounge. Jonathan was sitting next to me and looked at me too, but I pretended not to notice.
"Yes, Clarissa?" He asked, paying attention to his daughter. 'I have no idea how to make eye contact and touch. What to do, what to do ... before I started panicking I remembered the words of the bird - tell the truth. - calmly began to say:
"Daddy ... mom ... she said I don't have to talk about Birdis ... but daddy ... can daddy know? Mommy?" I asked more and more nervous to see his mother's face die from terror. The father was extremely interested in the reaction of my mother. 'I hope she will not be bad at me for that.' Clary thought as she looked at her mother.
"Clary, honey. The father may know this, but it must be a secret. Nobody can hear what do you tell." The mother whispered conspiratorially, letting go of my eye.
"I will be cautious. I promise." I told her what I caught my father and brother's attention completely. 'Why does he look at me from this bloody incident?' Mother probably felt my fear because she said to Jonathan with a smile:
"Maybe you have a secret and you want to betray me like Clary to your father?" She reached out to him to take a seat.
I looked at my father, who gave me all his attention. Remembering Bird's words, I climbed up to his knees and held his face in his hands, looking straight into his eyes, I said:
"Daddy, do you promise not to tell anyone about this?" He was surprised by my words, so he gently nodded, careful to not shake my hands from his cheeks. "I met a man with wings about a month ago and we have been talking since then. Do you know who is the man with wings with like snow and shining like the moon?" I whispered in a barely audible voice, but my father still heard it.
"That's great Clary. You met an angel. It is very strange that she meets you so often." He said, confused what he heard from his own daughter. "But you know this gentleman was only in your imagination? Angels do not show to anyone without a valid basis. No one has ever heard of angels talking to Night Hunters". He chided me for my imaginary imagination. 'My dad did not believe me and he was bad,' "So tell him, 'Three months ago, the werewolf whizzed as it burned in the attic of an abandoned home." I can not say that, or can I? Dad will understand that? "Understand. Tell him also about the sacrifice. Nothing more you have to say. You will stand, because you will be terribly tired and you'll fall asleep. Remember to tell about sacrifice." And so from the angel Ithuriel put on Clary first, but not the last sleep order to start training.
"Three months ago, the werewolf whizzed as it burned in the attic of an abandoned house. Do you understand what Mr. Biridis said, Dad?" I said so loudly that several people from the seats next heard what I was saying. Mother laughed as if I was telling a joke. She rubbed her eyes and said:
"Oh my dear, end to you to look late night watching Teen Wolf." Mother gently tell to me. All of them returned to their usual routine, smiling gently from the child's enormous imagination. Almost, Father and Jonathan looked at me strangely. I kept my father's cheeks and my eyes were not torn from him, but I felt my brother's terrible eyes on me.
"It's true." I whispered softly.
"How? How do you know that?" Jonathan asked as he approached me. He watched me with his black eyes and I could swear that they did not even blink at the long time. When he it blinks I feel normal, and now I wasn't have feel normal.
"Mr. Birdis said it before he went there. Dad, do you believe me?" I told my father for a moment, but I quickly returned to my father.
"What else did the angel tell you? Clarisso tell daddy?" My father whispered looking up from my eyes. Waiting for my response with tension.
"Do you believe me Daddy now?" I asked.
"Yes, I believe. It wasn't Mr. Ptasio, it was an angel, Clarisso." So what did the angel tell you yet?" Father repeated his question. He grabbed my hands so I stopped to touch his cheeks. Still, we had eye contact and touch contact. So I could still know whether he was lying or not. But it was strange because I did not notice any difference. Maybe Dad does not lie?
"The last words before he left were: 'Remember, the day will come when you have to sacrifice the most precious thing in the world.'" After my words there was silence from the three people who sat with me. I began to fear terrible. "Dad, is it good or bad that Mr. Ber..." under my father's quick glance, I corrected quickly, "the angel said?"
"No Clary. It's not bad." This was the father's first lie. I felt my little body begin to tremble. Mom was frightened, and I said only:
"Daddy, you know that the lie is wrong?" I asked yawning horribly. I quickly covered my face and apologized. Dad just looked at me, and I ... I was getting more and more sleepy. Barely able to keep the eyelids open I asked the mother "mummy can sleep hand?"
Mother quickly took me from my father's knee. I fell asleep as she hugged me. Still in my sleep, I heard the voice of my father:
"Why is she talking like a baby at her age now, and before as smoothly as an adult?" Jocelyn answered, "What's wrong with her?" Still whispering asked his father.
*** SKIP TIME ***
Standing on the clearing befor the angel Ithuriel I felt somehow strange. I do not know what the strangeness was like until I realized that I did not have to get very high on my head to see his face. He stood with a book in his hand and a sword at his side. Next to him was another angel. This one, although similar to my carer, but he was different. Quite different. He held a beautiful cup in his hand and occasionally sipped some of it. My first Ithuriel study was that without permission I was not allowed to speak. So we waited in the trio in silence. I was quite upset not understanding how I got here and what angels want to achieve by looking at me. Until my tongue began to scribble to say something. I was about to say something, but I stopped gently biting my tongue. When I looked back at the face of the angel I saw he was smiling. Only then did the angel speak:
"Well. I see that she started lesson of patience with Ithuriel." After these words, he injured his hand and dropped a few drops into the dish he was holding. So he mixed blood with liquid in a dish. When he brought the substance to the proper consistency he came up to me. Ithuriel ordered me to kneel before the angel who approached me. When I did the command, the angel with the cup started speak agein:
"Jonathan the Night Hunter called me to save the world from the demons, and then I swore to him two things: the first is the possibility of re-contacting me with the Chalice, the Sword and the Mirror. The second promise is the person with the extra blood of the angel to be the link between the angels and the Nephilim. Thats person it's you Clarissa Adel Morgenstain dauther my childs Nefilim. When you drink the contents of this chalice in 3/4 you will become an angel. Hard times before you, Nights Hunters. Learn from your earthly as well as angelic teachers Ithuriel will be your guardian until I Raziel, father of Nefilim don't say that it's enough. Now drink my baby. Drink and accept the gift and responsibility associated with it."
I don't know why I hesitated before turning the liquid out of this dish. Still something was wrong. I felt it all myself. I saw disappointment in the eyes of my guardian, and in the eyes of angel Raziel sorrow and disappointment. I accepted the cup from his hands and then understood what was missing. As if accidentally touching the fingers of an angel made everything jump into place. Holding the cup in hand, I up them to the height of my eyes and said:
"I, Clarissa Adel Morgenstern Fray, known as Clary, undertake the task I have set out to do, and do not hesitate to do all the instructions of my angelic guardian and father who has been compelled by my earthly father to be my angel father. To not harm innocent creatures irrespective of their breed. My promise will be confirmed by drinking from this chalice. That also would mean the acceptance and affiliation and subordination of my membership of the angel Raziel forever."
I picked up how much I could have the cup up by straightening my head. I let myself peek into the faces of the angels that stood before me. I drank everything until the last drop. I thought it would be harder to drink from this fancy cup. There was no. When I gave the cup (already empty) into the hands of Raziel Angel someone helped me get up. He didn't let me out of his embrace. Only now did I realize that there were only three of us in the glade, but really many angels. Then Raziel cut his hand again and a few drops smeared on my lips. Finally, my right eye droops a few drops his blood. It hurt very much. I started screaming scarily. An angel who helped me get up and held me so far said:
"We have a new angel, Most of the angel than human. At the end of her earthly time she'll be allowed to change completely." After these words I lost consciousness. I woke up instantly on my mother's lap. She patted my hair and repeatedly apologized that she had not believed me before. So I sat straight touching her cheeks full of tears and hugged her. At last I whispered to her:
"Mother, so it was supposed to be, and sooner or later we would have been founds. If father and brother are still the same as you remember, we have to stop it." After these words I stepped away from her. All I heard from her was the words:
"Valentine ... Jonathan ... something happened to Clary." As soon as she spoke my name for the second time that day, I lost consciousness, or maybe I just fell asleep from the experiences of today. I do not know.
N / A: If you like it I'm glad. I count on your feedback. If not, just let it know and I'll let go and just delete this story. For any mistakes I apologize, but I wrote under the influence of the moment :P
