Eva's POV

It was evening. I was trying to catch some sleep so I could be awake for the night when Raphael was coming. We were planning a dinner out or maybe just a walk.

Except, I didn't get to sleep because Isabelle burst in, shouting about the red and gold lights and that there was an attack.

"Attack?" I echoed. I fumbled for my daggers and followed her. We ran to the Gard along with the other Shadowhunters. I heard snippets of their conversations.

"Attack-"

"Iron Sisters,"

"Endarkened warriors-"

I could see the portal up ahead. Shadowhunters were grabbing weapons from here and there before they jumped in. Most weren't geared properly.

"Only those in gears," Jia was shouting above the chaos. "No underage or overage."

Isabelle and I were about to go in as well before Robert Lightwood pulled us back.

"No," he said. "no kids are going."

"Dad," Isabelle said furiously. "you have to let us go."

"No," the man said stubbornly. He reached out and caught Alec by the arm who happened to pass us. "You can't go as well."

The boy flushed and started protesting. "Sebastian is out there-"

I looked around and saw Jace and Clary running to the portal. If they were going then so would I.

I slipped past and followed them to the portal. It was cold and more rushed than Clary's or Magnus's. I felt my fear and adrenaline pouring through me.

I landed roughly on the ground. Already an Endarkened was on me. I rolled over, narrowly escaping the sword which embed into the ground. I jumped up and delivered an uppercut to the warrior's jaw. I felt and heard his jaw crack. He fell to the ground, crying out.

I looked around. It was a plain filled with Nephilim fighting against each other. I could hear the murmur of Angels' names being called as the Seraph blades lighted. I could still hear the pleas and cries of Shadowhunters begging their loved ones to come back. Didn't they get it? It was useless. Nothing could save them now…

I attacked another Endarkened, stabbing them in the back. He cried out and fell to his knees. I stabbed him again, aiming for the back of his neck though I could hardly tell with his hood up. He fell to the ground, lifeless, blood staining his clothes.

I straightened up, looking for another opponent or someone who needed help. Being in a battle was confusing. Everyone was doing their own things. At any moment the enemy could sneak up on me and I wouldn't know because I was distracted by other things. All the people seemed to blend in. The only way I could tell the difference between the Endarkened and Shadowhunters was because the Shadowhunters were unarmed while the Endarkened had their hoods on and their armor.

"It's a trap!" Jace was shouting. He was in front of me with Clary. "Make a portal." he told her. She nodded and headed in the opposite direction.

I met Jace's eyes. "Protect her," he shouted to me. I nodded and followed the redhead. She was having difficulty getting to her destination.

I quickened my pace and got to her in time before an Endarkened stabbed her in the stomach. I cut off the Endarkened's arm and kicked it back. The Endarkened let out an inhuman wail and writhed on the ground.

"Eva," Clary looked horrified and pale.

"Come on," I avoided looking at the Dark warrior as I pulled Clary away.

"We have to get to the wall," she muttered. I pushed her forward and hacked at another Endarkened who tried to grab her.

"Just run faster," I panted, kicking another away from us.

Something heavy tackled me to the ground and I crashed into a Shadowhunter who was fighting another Endarkened.

Pain exploded in my face and chest. I was pretty sure I had hit the Shadowhunter's hilt of his sword.

"What the hell?" he swore and threw me off.

"Ouch, thank you very much," I said sarcastically, getting up. So much for being on the same team.

"Look here, missy," a man growled. I turned around and ducked just in time before his fist hit me in the face.

"Um, rude." I muttered as I swung my knives at his legs. He screamed and fell down. I got up and buried my dagger into his chest. At least I tried to. Apparently his legs weren't as hurt as I thought and he kicked me away.

I gasped and fell back. My breath was knocked out of me and I was left dazed.

"You-" he swore, calling me a few unpleasant names which I do not wish to repeat.

"But they just call me Eva, you can call me Eva. I don't mind," I told him when he was done. I honestly didn't know what I was doing. I still felt dazed and I figured that talking to him would buy me more time to recover.

But the opposite happened and he charged at me. I guess I wasn't really good with my words unlike Jace.

At least he didn't have any weapons and I decided to put mine away. It wouldn't be fair to fight against a weaponless man. That was cowardly.

I braced myself then burst forward, taking the man by surprise. I punched him straight in the nose and I felt his head jerk back. He fell to the ground, face already covered in blood.

I wiped his blood off my knuckles and took out my daggers. I didn't feel like wringing his neck or snapping it.

But before I could finish him off, someone grabbed my throat from the back and started squeezing.

I gasped for air. What was going on? Who was that? I tightened my grip on my daggers and swung behind me. I felt the blade hit flesh, but I wasn't strong enough to put enough force in it.

I started feeling faint. My vision became spotted. I tried swinging again, but one of my daggers was knocked out of my hands. I think the person took it.

Suddenly the pressure was gone and I was pushed to the ground. I blocked my fall with my hands and whirled around. It was a man. He was holding my dagger. He walked to me, raising it.

Oh crap, I looked around as I stepped back. Where was Clary? I hoped she was alright.

The man burst forward, surprising me. I recognized my tactic, but I was too slow to dodge his attack. I managed to stop the knife with mine.

He snarled and pushed harder. The blades were slick with blood and my knife slipped under the pressure. His knife slipped as well and he ended up stabbing me in the wrist.

I cried out and fumbled for the hilt, but he roughly took the knife out and raised it again. I took my blade with my uninjured hand and raised it up, ready to block his attack again. But I was shaken up and I wasn't sure if I could defend myself this time.

Suddenly the man froze. His eyes widened and he dropped my dagger.

I quickly picked it up as he fell to the ground. Jace was behind him, looking at me with fear.

"Are you okay?" he rushed to me.

I nodded, relieved that he was here. "Just go," I told him. "I'll look for Clary."

He looked unsure, but he nodded and left. I watched him as he took down anyone who came in his way. He was a formidable opponent. I couldn't help, but admire him. I wanted to be like him one day.

"Clary?" I shouted and started running to where the wall was. She was supposed to be there- but she wasn't. I saw the wall. There was no Clary. It was Clary-less.

I cursed and looked around. I couldn't see her. I hoped she wasn't dead. I desperately hoped that she wasn't. Jace had trusted me with her. It would be all my fault if she was-

"Eva," I heard her voice faintly. My head jerked up and I saw her holding a knife at an Endarkened's throat. They were on a ledge above the wall.

Relief and alarm filled me as I started running up to them. Suddenly the ground started shaking and I fell down, caught of balance.

I was faintly aware of all the Endarkened running to one place.

I struggled to get to my feet. The blood loss and pain was making me light headed. I tried walking.

I saw a hole in the ground. All the Endarkened warriors were jumping in it.

For a second, I was tempted to jump in as well or to push someone in it. Maybe we could find out Sebastian's hiding place if we followed them. Before I had time to finish my thought, the ground stopped shaking and the hole closed up.

I looked around and saw the Iron Sisters, but they were surrounding someone. I went over to them, curious to see who it was. Jace. It was Jace.

I cried out in horror and went to his side. There was a gash in his shoulder and it wasn't bleeding blood. Heavenly fire poured out of it instead. I looked at it in horror.

A Silent Brother, Zachariah, kneeled down to put a rune on him. "Stay back," he told us but something happened he was thrown back. His fellow Silent Brothers cried out and gathered around him, but he didn't move.

I hoped that he wasn't dead, because he looked awfully dead.

"Jace," Clary appeared, looking horrified and breathless. She must have ran the whole way.

"Get back," he said hoarsely.

"Everything will be alright," she ignored him. Anyone could see the pain and terror in her face. It was obvious that she loved him and that he loved her.

I watched as she got on him, probably to restrain him, as she drew a Rune on him. I was about to warn her that that was maybe not a good idea when she passed out.

I leaned closer and saw a large Rune on Jace's shoulder. Heal. The heavenly fire had stopped pouring out, but the wound was still there.

Suddenly a portal opened. Shadowhunters moved to carry the wounded and dead to the portal.

I watched them, making sure that there were no Shadowhunters left behind. I felt a sense of fear of being forgotten and left behind, but I swallowed it and kept on checking that the bodies were only the Endarkened. I didn't want any Shadowhunters to be left behind in this place. Even if I didn't know them, I couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness for them. They had rushed without any protection to help the Iron Sisters with no further thought for themselves. They deserved better.

"Come on," Kadir was standing at the portal. He watched me with unreadable eyes.

I cast another glance around the battlefield then hurried to the portal and stepped inside.