*Hello! This is another side story similar to Alec's. There will be a few of these throughout the story! This one gives you guys some insight on who Enora(the girl that Seraphina and everyone has become friends with) is and what her story is like! I hope you like it!

Just for clarity purposes Enora is pronounced N-nor-a, Raen is pronounced Ray-N, Haylen is pronounced Hay-len just as it's spelled, and Kira is pronounced Kear-a!

Love you guys!*

A Side Story- From Enora Fernwell's POV

Enora unzipped her simple, black, knee high boots. They weren't that old; a month, maybe two at the most. Shadowhunters seemed to go through boots fast-at least Enora did.

It felt hot in the institute. Enora was still a little sweaty from the battle earlier. Her tight, black pants and jacket that made up her gear didn't help. She took off her jacket throwing it onto a chair in her room.

After it seemed to have cooled off a little bit she took her light, brown hair out of the tight knot. She rubbed her scalp; it still had that feeling like her hair was up in it's bun.

"Enora!" a familiar voice yelled, frantically knocking on her bedroom door. "Enora it's your parents,"

It was Raen. One of the other shadowhunters living at the institute. His parents were in Idris, but his sister and himself had wanted to experience life at an institute. Both of them had been living here for the past year. There little brother was back in Idris with their parents.

Enora's heart fell to her feet. Her parents. No it cant be. Their out hunting a nest of demons, and they should be back shortly.

Enora's parents and her older sister Fiona along with two other Clave members had been sent to see about a nest of demons. It was suppose to be a small nest. Enora, her younger sister Haylen, Raen, and his younger sister Kira would go look into a report of a few eidolon demons terrorizing mundanes on the other side of town.

She flung her door open to a panicked and distraught Raen. His black hair was still stuck to his forehead with sweat. His brown eyes were wide.

"I'm so sorry," It was a fact of a shadowhunting life. People didn't come home every now and then. Most shadowhunters die at a young age. It hurt nonetheless.

She fell into Raen's arms and sobbed. They stayed like that for ten mintutes before Enora looked up. Every part of her hurt. Her head seemed to pound and her stomach felt twisted.

"No!" she yelled, pushing him away. "Your a liar. Don't lie to me," her cries grew worse and more hysterical. "No! It can't be true! It can't!" her legs gave way and Raen caught her. He picked her up, and walked back into the room.

Setting her gently on the bed he pulled up a chair for himself. Enora cryed quietly to herself and then fell asleep, and Raen stayed with her all night.

When Enora woke up in the morning Raen was holding her hand. She sat up with sore eyes, and the same sick feeling like she was close to throwing up.

Raen woke up a few seconds later.

"There gone aren't they?" he nodded and she looked at the ground.

A knock at the door ended the beginning silence.

"The consul and the inquisitor are here along with a few other members of the Clave. They want us all down there," It was Kira, Raen's sister. She was looking at her feet to avoid meeting Enora's eyes. After passing the message along she left.

Raen and Enora walked down to the libary still holding hands. The consul, and the inquisitor were there. Along with the few other Clave members and everyone in the institute.

Enora's sister Fiona ran up to her. She squeezed her tight.

"Enora, I am so, so sorry. There were so many of them. Hundereds. We tried to get out. We had made the decision to retreat. Only me and one of the Clave members that were with us made it," she was having a hard time getting the words out.

Enora caught on quickly. Those that had went had expected a small nest. It had been worse than planned and they couldn't take care of it with just the five of them. They were going to wait until other reinforcements could help. Three of them had died including their parents.

The tears hit her hard again, and they both held each other as the tears flowed.

Her younger sister Haylen came up and they all held each other.

Fiona was the oldest of the five being 18 almost 19. Raen had just turned 17 and Enora was 16. Enora's sister Haylen was 15 and the same age as Raen's sister Kira.

"Girls, despite recent events I need you to collect yourself," the Consul spoke gentle. Allow the girls a minute to wipe away their tears. Fiona continued to hold Haylen while sroking her dark, brown hair.

"I know this is too soon, but we need to discuss were you are going to go," Enora couldn't help but hate the consuls words.

"You don't care. They were just disposable shadowhunters. You have more. They served their purpose. Now your going to split us up," everything seemed to pound-her heart, her head. Her head alone felt like some was taking a hammer to it over and over, but it was so much clearer. Enora knew what she wanted; she knew who she wanted to be.

"Now, I promise every lost shadowhunter saddens me too. Maybe not as much as the grief you are feeling now, but it does hurt. It is my job to send brave men and woman to fight and possibly die for the mundane world. I only want what is best for you now and that is to get you to were you need to be so you can get every possible opportunity. If it is apart, then it is apart," she spoke softly. Lost in thought, and even a little bit sympathetically.

"NO!" Haylen cried. "No, I need my sisters," she sobbed into Fiona's golden, blonde hair.

"Consul, with alll due respect, you are not going to separate me and my sisters," she looked at the consul. Her fiery green eyes alight with fury.

"Well, there is always the Shadowhunter Academy for Enora and Haylen, but you Fiona are too old," the consul looked down at her feet after meeting Fiona's eyes. It was hard to hold eye contact with a furious Fiona.

"Fiona can live with our family. She would be right by her sisters in Idris," Raen stepped up and Kira nodded.

"We already talked to your parents. They agreed to take over the institute here. Fiona can stay here though we would not advise it. It is the same reason why Enora, and Haylen can't stay. Even though we are shadowhunter's and we have to learn to except the losses of battle, it might not be the best place for the girls at this current point in time," the Consul sighed.

Haylen clung to Fiona and sobbed even harder. Fiona was a flame that seemed to grow hotter by the second. Threaning to scorch the Consul to ash, but she had always been obdient. She knew no matter what nothing could be done. Enora would not except that.

"I hate you!" she felt so much anger that she could not put it into words. "The best place for us is wherever we can be together. You can't just separate us. If this is the life of shadowhunter I don't want it!" she didn't run from the room. She held her ground.

The Inquisitor looked furious and she seemed to want to say something, but the Consul just looked sad.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. You leave for the academy tommorrow," she went to walk out the door but stop at the threshold. "Raen, Kira," she started.

"If it is something you want, be sure to ask your parents if you could go with the girls," then she walked out of the room with the inquisitor smoldering just behind her.