1894 Idris

He tried to think of excuses for why he shouldn't be here. He'd been trying for weeks now but he saw the flaw in each one. Number one was he didn't like the boy he had to share a room with, his name was Ronald Pangborn and he didn't talk to James so he didn't like him. But if he'd told his parents about this they would encourage him to get to know him. Number two was he hated the food they served, though he had been spoiled on Bridgets cooking back at home. Number three was he missed his sister, in all fact it was nice not having Lucie here and he would see her soon.

But number one was true, not many people talked to him, they just tried to avoid him. The other children would stare at him, and exchange whispers about him. He often if not all the time found himself alone in the dining hall. Even some of the teachers gave him odd looks as if he surprised them. He could remember countless times were he looked at his reflection and wondered what was wrong with himself. Was it something he'd said? or he did? and then he looked into his own eyes. The probable reason was staring back at him. His eyes were strange, not a natural color, but it's what made him special or at least thats how his mother had put it.

He kept telling himself he'd find a way out of here. The academy was no place for someone like him. He would keep trying.

James made his way outside to join the others. Today it was a special treat, all the students who were nephilim would go riding today. He followed the others out to the stables which was at the end of a rocky path. He made his way inside along with the others. Inside the stables was filled laughter and the chattering of the other students. James kept to himself as usual.

" Okay settle down everyone." one of the teachers Mr. Blackburn said standing on a hay bale and catching everyone's attention. " I know you're all very excited. But first I have to introduce our newest student. Mr. Fairchild if please." A boy about James's age stood up next to Mr. Blackburn, he had blond hair and an ever present smile that also looked misschievous. James heard someone snort behind him and looked to see who it could be. Two older boys stood together, both had smug expressions on their faces. " Is that your brother? what is he doing here? said one of them, he was blond and had dark eyes that seemed to always be narrowed. It was then the other boy responded, He had red hair and hazel eyes and was much older than his companion. " Mother sent him here because he was being impossible. Though I think it was to punish me. I can't stand Matthew, He's so irresponsible." the other boy smiled. "Same with my sister, she can be so difficult at times. But father said if I watch out for her he'll reward me in some way."

James directed his attention back to the front. The boy whose name was apparently Matthew was gone. Mr. Blackburn started speaking again."Okay, now I'm going to lay down some rules. First, no going off on your own. Always have someone with you, whether it's another student or a teacher. Second, no going into the Brocelind forest. If any of you fail to do so there will be consequences. Third, and lastly, no riding onto the streets of Alicante. I don't want to hear about a parade of horses riding through the city of glass like knights. And I don't want a repeat of last year." He looked around at all the students."Am I understood." which was followed by chorus of yes sir. "Good, now on with to your stalins."

The horse he'd be riding had the name Nightshade. As in deadly nightshade. He was a large horse with dark fur and a long maine. James mounted the horse on his own. Another horse came trotting to his side, the rider was the new boy Matthew. "I say how did you manage to get on there on your own? I had to have my brother help me." He asked. " My father taught me." James said. The boy Matthew, smiled . Oh where are my manners? I'm Matthew Fairchild." " Oh, aren't you the-" " the consuls son. Unfortunately yes. and may I know who you are?" James hesitated. oh I'm James, the abomination you know the half warlock boy everyone talks about. He cleared his throat. " James Herondale, My father runs the Institute in London." He was expecting Matthew to look at him and leave, or make up an excuse to leave, but he only smiled. "Well shall we?" He said gesturing to the plain of grass, and the other students who were already sprinting off in the distance.

Everything seemed to be going fine for a while. He and Matthew raced each other, James winning in the end. Everything seemed fine until a group of other boys approached them on their horses. They were throwing things, rocks! they were throwing rocks at them. Well not at Matthew but at James. And they were shouting, chanting something. " Warlock boy!" Oh, Warlock boy!" His horse started to stir and seemed frightened. James held the reins tightly trying to gain some control . The rocks kept coming, pelting him. Beside him he heard Matthew curse. He needed to get out of here, he needed to hide. But where? He looked to the south, It was the Brocelind Forest. He could hide there. He kicked the side of Nightshade and they were off.

He settled the horse on the bank of Lake lyn. He sat there looking at his reflection in the water. He wondered what would happen if he disappeared and never came back. Would there be a search party? would his parents worry? Did anyone really care? He wondered what would happen if he threw himself in Lake lyn. He could do it, the water in the lake was deadly to shadowhunters. He could drink some just as his horse was doing and lay there dying, holsanating at first but dying.

He wished He could disappear. He thought of evaporating into nothing but air, like being molded into nothing but a shadow. he closed his eyes and kept thinking about it and soon his body felt lighter, his thoughts got darker, he felt like he was floating. He opened his eyes and looked at his reflection once again and saw nothing. He was confused. He looked at his hand but it wasnt there, it was like more like a shadow, like he was looking through a shadow shaped like his hand. He could see it, but just barely. He started to panic, what…. what was happening to him what was this … He took a couple deep breaths. What if he stayed like this forever? he thought of being a boy again, being himself. He watched as his hand morphed back into itself again, he felt heavier, his thoughts became clear again. He felt normal. He looked at his reflection again and wondered how this could be possible.

A/N: Requested by MagicAndSparlez. Sorry if it was long, unless you like long chapters like this, then in that case I will try to do more.

Update: So I started another version of this with TMI and I really need to update that so I think I'm going to start updating on every other day ( Or every other opportunity I get to up lode) so one day I'll update this and the other day I'll update that.

Also I'm going to start labeling the chapters with titles ( I'm really bad at coming up with titles for things) it can get so confusing for people so as soon as I get a schedule going ( Schedule will also be on my profile) I will take some time and label chapters based on content. Thank you again.

~~~~~RowanWhitethorn22