Sebastian
I had work to do today. I needed to know where the adamas, was. A new cup that could bring forth a new race of shadowhunters. But first I actually needed the cup first, otherwise the plan would never go ahead. At least I had an iron sister to carve it, but I needed the material.
So that's how I found myself stuck in York city centre, filled with tourists. I heard a local downworlder club had an idea of where it was, so that's where I was heading. After all, if they don't tell me, I may have to 'extract' the truth out of them. No one will miss downworlders, except their own kind. After all, the lives of a few downworlders are nothing compared to the power of these new shadowhunters. Better shadowhunters.
I started walking down a narrow winding road called the shambles. I had a glamour on, so the pathetic mundies wouldn't notice the glowing seraph blades shoved in my belt, the knifes in the top of my boots. They would scream and run. Anyway, it is more fun being invisible, as you get away with anything, and can eavesdrop. Of course, not all people are oblivious to glamour's, mundanes with the sight, downworlders, and the odd Nephilim. Of course any shadowhunters with the clave I met would be chopped up, blood running like a river in the pavement. I hope I didn't have to, I don't want to get dirty, and this is my only set of gear. Jace calls me a fussy girl.
So as I started to walk down this street. I heard it. An old song. A language mash up of English, German and Latin. But the words were oddly haunting, like something a shadowhunter would write in their spare time. With the violin, it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
I quickly did a double take at the girl who was singing. Her voice was amazing but she looked so out of place in this well off area. She had and old sweater on, with too small jeans and a patchwork blanket protecting her from the chill that had started to set in. she was crammed in the alley just off the street, so people wouldn't trip over her, but still give money.
She must have been pretty at one point, but life on the streets must have aged her too quickly. She must have been 16 or 17 with greasy blonde hair, bordering on brown. She looked so thin and desperate, on breaking point. But she must be as hard as nails to live this life. She was muscly but not overly so, but curvy.
But 2 things struck me most of all. Her eyes, and her bracelet.
Her eyes were a warm brown. But when I got closer, I could see that they were not brown at all, but more like make of flecks of gold, dark and light. They may have seen so much, but they still had a twinkle in them. But that was rapidly fading. Soon that light would go out, and she would be empty.
I was reminded of someone but, who?
Her bracelet was very fine, with small crams over it. But it was definitely a shadowhunter bracelet, carved out of adamas and with charms of runes all over it. It was odd, because she had no weapons or marks on her. This added up to one thing:
This girl was a shadowhunter weather she knew it or not.
It's time we had a chat….