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EVELYNN POV (Streets of New York, US, Earth)
I ran. The aching feeling in my legs became more prominent with every leap I took. Cars and motorbikes and pedestrians seemed to blur together. The busy city of New York had never seemed more alive. The rainy nights brought anger and impatience out of its inhabitants. I became more and more infuriated with every beeping horn of people rushing to get home. Mundanes could seriously get on my nerves. They never seemed to appreciate the peacefulness of their lives. They don't fight every day to protect others, to protect entire cities, counties or continents. They don't battle against the dark forces. They don't see horrors like we do. They aren't brought up like soldiers, they have the freedom to chose their future. A sea of umbrellas waved below me. Droplets of rain hung delicately on my eyelashes, before running down my cheeks. The splash of the tires in every puddle sounded like millions of tsunamis across the city. My hair became tousled due to the wind brushing into it. Jumping from roof to roof, I silently made my way across the city.
At the park, everything is silent. The only lights are those of an old street lamp and those of the busy city. The only sounds are those of the rushing cars and the ocasional dog howl. Lots of birds confer on the old fountain, appearing like dark shadows. The street lamps goes off. The small lake is covering with sparking ice, reflecting the moonlight. No ducks to be seen., Jace would be ecstatic. Quiet jazz music came from a house, but was replaced with the battle sounds of screeching cats. The streetlamp blinks one or twice. In the distance there is a the figure of a man who seems to be advancing towards me. I reach into my pocket a pull out a dagger. The streetlamp goes back on. There is no one there.
"You're worthless! You cannot even kill six demons! When he was your age, Jonathan could kill eight! What have I done to deserve such pathetic daughter? Why can't you be more like your him?"
"Father I'm only nine years old."
WHIP! The buckle of his belt slashed across my back, drawing blood.
"DO NOT ANSWER BACK!"
I jumped and looked around. The memory had seemed so real. Shaking my head, I tried to collect my thoughts.
The rope cut into my wrists and the lacerations deepened. Blood was beginning to pour out of my wrists. My cheek had already swelled up from the beating I had just endured. I would have a black eye tomorrow, there was no doubt about it. Looking around, I could see I was tied to a beating post. I knew father would come in and punish me. I had, once again, failed at my duties. I would feel the lashing of the whip once again. The tail of the torture machine would carve lines in my back and stomach. The whip was a brush, my blood the paint and my body the canvas. It was twisted art form that I had to endure.
The blade of my dagger slicing my hand was the reason I came back to reality. Wiping the blood on my pants, I stood up and walked off. I could not let my past haunt me. I could not let my father take control of my life. I could not let my brother continue what my father had begun. I would not let them break me.
Maia opened the door barely seconds after I had knocked. The war had changed her, yet she always put a brave face and smiled through the hard times. It was one of the qualities I admired most about her. The death of Jordan had hit her hard. As the representative of werewolves on the council, she holds a lot of responsibility. It was taking a toll on her. She was paler and bags fell under her eyes.
"Lynn, what can I do for you?"
"Do you mind if I crash here for the night?"
"What happened?" Maia was not stupid. I only rely on others if it was absolutely necessary. She knew that.
"It's a very long story."
"We have all night," she replied and opened her door wider.
Before I knew it, we were sitting on her couch with tubs of ice-cream, chocolate and a large bottle of vodka.
"I hope you realise that if you even take a single sip of that bottle, I'm not letting you go home. You're staying here until you sober up." Her tone was imperative and did not allow room for negotiation.
"Yeah I know…Besides, we all know the rule: 'A drunk shadowhunter is a dead shadowhunter'".
"Good, now spill."
With a swing of vodka, I explained to her everything, from the arrival of the elves and that one mundane, to the council meeting. I did not spare her any details. She was on the council; she would find out eventually, and most likely not approve if I keep information from her.
"So let me get this straight: you just found out you have four brothers, that are eleves, and that come from a different dimension?" It took a lot of self restraint to not to laugh at her incredulous tone and astonished face.
"You heard me right. I had the exact same reaction as you, except I stormed out of the Institute."
"Why is it so bad?"
"Excuse me?" I could not tell whether I had heard her right or not.
"You just found out that your family is alive. I would be overjoyed."
"I just found out that in related to elves that come from another dimension…How am I supposed to be overjoyed?"
"You want to hear what I think?" Hesitantly I nodded, "I think that you're scared because of your past. You are terrified at the mere thought of Valentine or Jonathan because of the horrendous actions they took against you. That is completely understandable, however, you are letting your fears control you. And now you're scared that these Elves will turn out to be like them. You did not leave the institute because you were mad at Jace, Alec, Isabelle and the others, you left because you were scared of the Elves."
"Maia, what if they do turn out to be like Valentine and Jonathan? I lived eleven years with them, eleven years of fear and torture." My voice sounded so childlike, I could not help but wince at it. I grabbed the alcohol again.
"You are older and stronger now. If they were like Valentine or Jonathan they would have been arrogant and cunning. They would have tried to get you alone with them, and would have used force to do so. Have they done so in the few days you've known them? Exactly. Look if they do start to hurt you then leave. I think you should get to know them. Deep down you know you want to…If you don't give them a chance, then you will never know. You will regret it later. This is your chance to find out more about your past and where you came from. Look Lynn, you've always know that you are different, with enhanced senses and faster reflexes, speed and so on. This is your chance to find out why. You may find out that you have more in common with them than genetics, you might actually get along."
"You really think so?"
"Yes, and put the vodka down. If you think that I haven't seen the way you've been swinging it down, then you are very wrong. In fact, that is insulting my intelligence."
"Alcohol doesn't have that much of an effect on shadowhunters Maia."
"Nevertheless, put the damn bottle down."
Sighing, I obeyed her orders.
"We have a choice of The Little Mermaid, Cinderella, The Lion King or Peter Pan. Which one do you want?"
"Come again, what?" I'm not going to lie, I was beyond confused.
"I need to give you a disney education, pick one."
"For Raziel's sake, is this really necessary?"
"Absolutely, we are watching The Lion King."
"What have I done to deserve this?" The image of my father shouting similar words to me flashed through my mind. Maybe a distraction wouldn't be so bad after all.
LEGOLAS POV (Manhattan Institute, US, Earth)
"We have been waiting for the past hour and a half, how is it possible for us to possibly wait any longer?" I could not stand to wait any more time. This is not a war debate, it is the matter of whether or not we could see our sister. It is not a ver complicated decision. She needs to come with us. We need to show her how to use elvish powers and how to control them. She is still a baby in elvish years, but her powers will develop soon. If she is not taught to control them, she could seriously injure herself and those around her.
"Evelynn is one of the most famous shadowhunters to exist. She is also one of the best, so the Clave does not want to loose her."
"Why is she so famous? We found out some information about her in your library, but there has to be another reason besides the war, right?"
The shadowhunters looked at each other, almost as if they were communicating their thoughts as to whether or not answer Elladan's question.
"Lynn's past is dark. She did not have a happy childhood. She was raised a warrior and is the youngest shadowhunter to have killed such high numbers of demons and battled the dark forces. That is all you can know. Lynn's story is hers to tell, and we will not recount it to you." Isabelle's tone was final. We would not be getting any information out of her.
"Can we go see Magnus?" The voice behind us caused everyone to turn around. Evelynn stood in the door way. She seemed extremely tired and looked to be barely standing. Her eyes were red ringed with exhaustion.
"Why?"
"Because, Jace, I want to have our blood tested." There was no need to explain who she was referring to.
"You don't trust our analysis."
"I want to see it for myself."
"I'll go fetch Alec. We are going to see his boyfriend after all. Besides, the council will want someone to supervise the blood test."
Isabelle swiftly left the room, only to return alone.
"Did Alec turn invisible or what?" Jace was clearly not in the mood for antics.
"He left."
"Excuse me?"
"He already went to Magnus' apartment to fetch him to get a blood test. We are going to see them there. I just texted Alec. They know we are on our way."
ALEC POV (Magnus' apartment, US, Earth)
Why does he always do this to me? His lips are softer than the rose's petal, his mouth is sweet as honey, and his kiss inflicts on me more vertigo than a children's carousel. I have often kissed my sisters' cheek, I have often kissed my mother's cheek, I have felt the love my family has for me, and the love i return to them, but never have I known love like this. My pulse is beating fast, my heart throbs, it is as if I were about to pass out, yet, nevertheless, I want to have another kiss. I touched his hot, opening lips with the utmost tiny sips, nothing indecent; but he, with an impatient giggle, pressed his mouth to mine. I felt the peppermint touch of his tongue press against mine. He pulled away, smiled, looked into my eyes before placing his lips to mine, asking for their familiar kiss. Out lips interlocked perfectly like pieces of a puzzle. He was master of this art.
"Magnus we have to stop," I painfully breathed out the words. It felt like being a little child and cursing in front of your parents. You feel so guilty and pained. It had to be said. I made the mistake of looking in his eyes, the most amazing I had ever seen. They made me feel weak in my knees. "My siblings, alongside Clary and the elves will be here in minutes"
"Then let's use those minutes wisely," he whispered seductively, before leaning in for another kiss. I could not resist his luscious lips and before I knew it, we were lying on the bed, me on top on him, passionately embracing him. He teasingly pulled at my lower lip.
"HOLY SHIT! BY THE NAME OF THE ANGEL THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED TO SEE! I DID NOT NEED TO EVER COME ACROSS THIS"
Magnus and I jumped apart. In the doorway stood a crowd of people. Jace, who had just yelled at us, looked disgusted. Lynn and the others looked embarrassed.
"Should we come back another time?" Sarcasm dripped from Lynn's voice. I could not help but roll my eyes. We headed towards the living room and Magnus went to find his instruments to conduct the blood test. He came back carrying a carved wooden chest. On the table, he laid out four dishes, and began to mix a few powers, roots and various liquids together. The concoction turned a strange shade of magenta. He poured the liquid in the four dishes.
"If you share a blood relation, then the liquid will turn clear," he said whilst handing the elves the mundane and Lynn a knife. "Evie, you need to pour your blood in the four dishes,, the rest of you in one them each."
Iz laughed when she saw the glare Lynn gave him for the nickname.
Lynn took the life a dragged the blade across her palm. The blade sliced her skin open, and blood began to pour out of the wounds. She didn't flinch. Rapidly, she let a few drops of her blood in each of the dishes. Following her move, the others imitated her. The liquids turned clear.