*To my older readers: I did not change nothing.

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*Just a warning, it does get a little violent. Mason is not the kindest of people to say it lightly...so just be warned I don't want to upset anyone!*


Seraphina sighed as she turned over in her bed.

"Izzy," she mumbled

"Hmm," Izzy replied back.

"That was…," Seraphina shook her head lost in thought.

"Mhmm," Izzy replied in understanding.

It took them hours to fall asleep.


In her dream Seraphina was in a forest with a full moon over head. The trees casted wicked shadows unto the forest floor. Mason stood next to her with a terrible smile on his face.

"Kill it," he whispered in her ear.

She shook her head numbly. The tears were leaking down her face, and her shoulder stung.

Looking down she could see blood seeping through her t-shirt. Had he cut her? She looked at his hands were in his right a glint of metal shone from a small knife.

Her hands clenched and she noticed that she was also carrying a knife in one of her hands too, though it was a bit larger. The cold of the metal seemed to burn her hand.

"I said kill it!" he yelled and with his left hand he smacked her hard in the back of the head. It sent her right into the dirt.

Her nose hurt and the blood flowed hot down over her lips, but that wasn't what bothered her. All around her were downworlders. All dead with eyes staring wide open.

Vampires, warlocks, fairies, and werewolves. The one next her, the one she was supposed to kill was a young werewolf no older than 13.

His clothes were torn and he was covered in blood. His eyes were hateful and full of tears. His wrist and ankles bound by silver.

"Both you and your father have brought shame to the Nephilim," he spat at her. Then he turned to the boy and drove the knife repeatedly into him.


Seraphina sat up in bed breathing heavy. She was shaking and felt sick.

Isabelle was already up and getting ready. She looked tired and pale, but with all of her make up on it was hard to tell.

"What happened? Are you ok?" Isabelle looked at her in alarm.

"Yes-uh-no," she signed and stood up. "I'm just going to take a shower,"

"It's the meeting? Wasn't it?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I'm fine. Are you ok?" Seraphina asked raising one eyebrow.

"Of course," Isabelle said as she turned away.

In her training class no matter how much she tried she could not concentrate. They dream seemed to circle around her head constantly. They started with running around the track in the massive training class room. Then they did other warms ups and stretches. After that they moved on to the swords like her teacher had talked about yesterday. The students who had brought things like whips and knive sets had to use the classroom swords. These were just regular swords not seraph blades yet. Her sword felt heavier than usual.

Math class was no better and she had no clue what the teacher had been talking about when class ended. It went on like this all morning. At lunch she decided she would go back to the dorm and be alone.

Reaching for the handle to the buildings door she could hear muffled cries from the side of the steps.

Walking back down the steps she could see a girl sitting on the side.

When she saw Seraphina she turned to get up and leave, but Seraphina caught her arm.

"Hey, I'm having a bad day too. Is everything alright?" She asked the girl who just shook her head and yanked her arm free.

"Wait-My names Seraphina-er-Ser. What's yours?" she asked.

"Enora," the girl answered walking away. Seraphina recognized her name from the circle meeting last night.

Seraphina fell asleep the moment she laid down on her bed. It was a restless sleep and a different nightmare came.


It was two horrors in one, and it took place at the accords hall. The building was in flames and screams pierced the air sending needle like dots of pain and chills down her spine. The night was cold and clouded with no lighting from the moon. The black velvety night was lit only by the angry flames, and the demon towers surrounding her flared and flashed in the colors of gold and red; the color of war. A siren accompanied the screams that seemed to imbed in her skull making it pound. Surrounding the burning buildings were bodies; piles of them. This time though, she wasn't just seeing downworlders, but shadowhunters. Some were covered in burns while other were drenched in thick scarlet blood. Their eyes stared at her; piercing her like spears with hatred.

The air reeked of guilt. It was her fault.

"Your fault, your fault, your fault," it continue in a loop to complete the explosion in her head. He stomach hurt like no illness she had ever had and she wanted to both vomit and scream at the same time. Instead see stared at the destruction she had caused.

The screams had ended, but the sirens continued. That was when she had notice the laughing. It had stopped and the absence was what made her realize it.

It was the boy and girl; Mason and Aleah. The both smiled wicked smiles at her.

"How does it feel to cause something like this," Mason spoke. It sent her head spinning and everything in her stomach finally came up.
He leaned in close "You did this," he whispered and they both started laughing again.

She threw up right there on the ground by her feet.


She was jolted awake by Isabelle shaking her.

"What, what time is it?" she asked as everything became clear again. She was soaked in sweat like this morning.

"School ended, you missed all your afternoon class or so I heard. If you hurry maybe you could make it to art,"

"I was told you're supposed to go talk to your teachers, and get your assignments," Isabelle put her bag on her bed and sat down.

Seraphina changed into a new set of gear. She was only going to art class, but that was the school uniform. She knew there was no time for a shower no matter how bad she wanted one. Despite skipping one though she was still late.

After Art, Seraphina went to her different teachers to collect her missing assignments. The teachers were kind and understanding. They thought she had felt sick this morning. It was true. She had felt sick but it was different than they thought.

Aleah came to their door again that night, and handed them another letter. She seemed rushed and there was no sweet smile. She was obviously frustrated and looked ready to grab someone by their neck. "Here," she spoke harshly and then stormed off to another door repeating the same thing.

The note was short and to the point.

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