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My eyes darted around the room. I stood up from my bed and opened the drawer on my desk, pulling out the manila envelope of pictures of myself over the course of my life. I flipped through them quickly until I found the small envelope. I remember Mrs. Jacobs at the orphanage telling me that I could read this when I felt ready. I had thought about it up until I was ten, then I simply forgot about it.

I sat on the foot of my bed. Examining the envelope I saw that is was tinged yellow with age and was actually thicker than I thought it would be.

I pulled the piece of paper out and unfolded it, reading it slowly.

To whom it may concern,

I wish with all my heart that I could watch over my daughter, see her grow into the woman I she'll be, see if she looks like her mother like I'd always hoped she would. But I know I can't. I'm in danger and I'm afraid if I am found, my daughter will be killed along with me. So, in order to keep her safe, I have to leave her, the thing I hate to do the most. I'm leaving her here because I know she will be looked after and cared for. I know that she will eventually find a family to love her like I wish I could have let her see me love her. Her mother is gone, her strength giving out from our daughter's birth almost two weeks ago. I've driven from New York since her birth, knowing the people chasing me won't find my daughter here. All I ask it that you let her keep her necklace I have left with her. It was mine from my home, but I hope it will help lead her home when the time comes. I also ask that she keeps the name Leo. Her mother had chosen it for a special reason, a reason I was unable to learn before her death. I have included a letter for Leo when she is ready to read it, I ask who ever finds her, please do not open it. The subject of the letter is of the utmost secret, only my family knows of this secret, please leave it unopened.

With the best hope,

Gabriel Trueblood

I sniffed and felt tears roll down my cheeks as I reached back in the envelope and pulled out a second envelope and was for some reason relieved when I saw it was still glued closed. I ran my finger across the top and tore it open. I laid the envelope and the other letter and envelope on the bed once I pulled the letter out. I took a deep breath before unfolding it and reading what the letter contained.

Dear Leo,

I know you most likely would not believe me, but every word in this letter is the truth, not a word false. You were born into a world, but raised in a different one. You were raised in the mundane world, the human world. The world you were born in, is the world of the Nephilim. Nephilim are descendants of Jonathan Shadowhunter, who saw the world was full of demons trying to over power the human race. So, Jonathan summoned the angel Raziel, who agreed to mix his blood with that of the humans and let the humans drink it, becoming the first of the Nephilim, Shadowhunters. Every generation since, has been born with Raziels blood in their veins, the Sight giving every Nephilim the ability to see the demons that plague the earth and the humans. Your mother, after learning these things herself and being raised a mundane, is Nephilim, and I was born and raised with other Nephilim like myself, your mother, and you.

Nephilim are trained to hunt the demons and keep the world safe. My sister has, through very scarce letters since I left for the mundane world, informed me she had given birth to a son just months before you were born and named him Alexander. I wish you could have grown up to meet your cousin, but I know it will not be so.

The necklace I have left you is a piece of uncarved seraph blade. I was able to obtain this from the Iron Sisters, the makers of the seraph blades that the Nephilim use to hunt the demons and Downworlders. Finally, the Mark I carved onto your wrist is and Enkeli, which will inform any Nephilim who find you that you are Nephilim as well. I don't know what else to explain, I can't go into much detail lest this letter was opened, which I hope it won't be. I know a picture won't be the same as being raised by your mother and I, but I have put a picture the both of us in with this letter. Hopefully, if you are ever found by any Nephilim, you will be able to find some family and live some aspect of the life I wish I could have given you from the beginning.

With all my love, and I know your mother's as well,

Dad

I finally felt the tears rushing down my cheeks, the letter and the picture, still unseen to me, both fluttered to the floor as I buried my face in my hands, trying to silence my sobs of finally learning who my family is after so long of doubt.

Once the tears slowed, I picked up the letter and the picture, put the letter back in the envelope, and finally looked at the picture. My father was tall with light brown hair that could be considered a dirty blond, his blue eyes telling me I get them from him. My mother had red hair that was lightened with blonde, her brown eyes telling me just by the look in them in the picture, that she would have loved me had she and my father been able to raise me. They both looked young, no older than 21 or 22.

I turned the picture over and read the back. 'Kaitlyn and I when she announced she was pregnant.' I smiled as I flipped the picture back over, seeing how happy both my parents were in the picture, both seeming to convey their love to me just by looking at their picture. I pulled my leather jacket on, put the picture in my back pocket, grabbed my phone and switchblade, I walked out of the apartment and walked down to the coffee shop. I glanced around before unlocking the door, walking in, and locking it back.

I walked to the back where we kept the stock of drinks for the cooler and snatched a bottled cold mocha, reminding myself to tell the boss to deduct it from my pay check this week.

I heard the door in the front open and swing closed. I quietly moved against the wall, pulling my switch blade out and flipping it open. I heard metal sliding against something, probably a knife out of a sheath, and saw shadows shown against the wall of the shop from the street lights shining through the front.

There were one, two, three, four. Shit! I'm dead. How can I take out four robbers with just a switch blade? I guess I'll just have to rely on sheer faith to keep me alive. I had forgotten about my drink minute ago. I jumped out from the back room and went at the first and closest person. I swiped at their neck and nearly caught them but they backed away before the blade could even graze their throat. I brought my arm back and went to stab them in the torso, but the guy, I saw by his figure, reached up faster than I could react, and grabbed my wrist. I knew I was going to lose when I was pulled around and my arm pushed against my back, my hand reflexively releasing the switch blade after losing grip.

I held back a scream in pain as I heard my shoulder dislocate out of place. Once the bone was out of its socket, I was pushed off my feet and to the ground. I held back the tears of pain and the guy pushed on my arm. "Who are you?" I heard him hiss in my ear. "I…work here." I said, trying to get a breath after being winded from being shoved to the tile floor. He pushed harder on my arm, finally making it too hard to hold back the cry of pain. "For God's sake let me go." I cried, still managing to hold back the tears of pain, my arm on fire and losing feeling in my hand.

Who ever held me down jumped off me. "By the Angel." I heard a girl whisper, her voice sounding right above my ear. I kept my eyes closed, trying to keep from seeing anything, should they threaten me with anything. I was breathing deeply still, my arm stinging every time I did, but I couldn't move it to relieve some of the pain.

"Here." I heard the girl say before smaller hands gently gripped my wrist and elbow, slowly moving my arm from behind my back and setting it on the ground at my side. "We need to reset it." I heard another guy say. I heard feet shuffled and felt a small hand around my wrist and lift my dislocated arm up and another placed on the back of my shoulder.

"This is going to hurt." The girl told me. I clenched my teeth right before she pushed on my arm, setting my arm back into the socket. I managed to let out just a small groan of pain. I felt a short burning sensation on the same shoulder that had just been set before the pain started to quickly dissipate.

"Let's get you back up." Another girl said before two sets of small hands, I assumed both the girls, gently lifted me up. I moved my feet to support myself once I was up. I turned right as I heard one of the girls. "I can't believe you did that." I turned around right as I saw Isabelle push Jace hard.