Hey everyone. I want to say thank you all the people who have
been with me all the way through this story. I couldn't of wrote it without your support. I want to say a late Merry Christmas! I wish you all happiness. With good health, and good luck.
So I haven't read the Mortal Instruments in a while now, because I've finished the series and started reading new series. So I'm sorry if it's not going to be good anymore. It may become crappy. I don't know. I'd love to read your opinions though!
CHAPTER 24:
CLARY'S POV
When Sebastian told Clary she could send a fire message todidn't riends and mom , she realized how stupid she has been.
She was able to make new Runes, and make ordinary ones stronger, but she'd never thought of using a fire message Rune.
She knew she couldn't tell them where she is, because she didn't even know herself where she is. So she decided to write to Simon and tell him she was fine. And that to tell Jocelyn that she isn't being tortured by Sebastian.
When she was finished she drew the Fire message Rune.
Soon the paper went up in flames and disappeared. Only leaving a whisp of smoke.
She decided to grab the new sketchpad and pencils and draw for a while.
As soon as she set the pencil to the paper her mind and thoughts startet to wonder.
She found herself thinking about how her mother had kept this world from her as a child. She didn't think it was fair. She thought that there had been no point in having her memories wiped whenever she came across the Shadow World. She felt sorry for Sebastian. Who had been given demon blood before he was even born. Which was completely unfair. Valentine had raised him to be cruel, and ruthless, and heartless.
Sebastian had never learnt how to love, or care about someone. He was beaten if he made a mistake.
She didn't blame her brother anymore. It wasn't his fault that he was raised like that. It was Valentine's fault.
When she started to feel her hand aching she looked down properly at what she drew.
It was an angel. Half of it had been coloured in black, while the other half was left white.
She shoved the sketchpad under her pillow, and climbed under the duvet.
She thought at first that she wasn't going to fall asleep, but she found herself falling asleep anyway, despite the favt that she was terrified her psycho maniac of a brother might have a change of mind and decide to kill her.
Alright, i didn't upload before the New Year. I had to do a project for my history teacher. What type of teacher gives you homework during the holidays? Thats just mean.
It will probably be a week or two before i upload again. I have a new chapter written for a different life. I must tell you, its very emotional! So for those of you who have been waiting for an update on a different life, well, all i have to do is type up the chapter.
Let me know your opinions of this chapter. And please please PLEASE give me some ideas, I'm running out.
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