Chapter 1
The seraph blades clashed together, the sound echoing through the woods. The 18-year old shadowhunter dodged the circle member's blade and slashed at him. Unfortunately, the circle member also dodged. Cursing under his breath, the boy tried again, but so did the circle member. The boy's seraph blade was knocked out of his hand and circle member picked it up. He grinned at the boy and the boy gulped nervously. He was weaponless.
The man had severely ingured him in the fight and he was losing a lot of blood. The boy looked into the man's devil eyes and knew he was a gonner. He should have fought back, weapon or no weapon. Injured or not ingured. But this man was clearly much more experienced and stronger than he was. He had no chance.
The man stalked towards him and the boy put his hands in front of him in a weak attempt at defence. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the pain to end. But it didn't. There was no sharp sting of the blade, no cry of pain escaping his lips. Slowly, he peeled his eyes open to see the circle member, dead on the floor. But it was not that that astonished him. It was the blue sparks coming out of his hands.
He had killed that man... using magic. That didn't make any scene! He was a shadowhunter and he had the runes to prove it.
The rain was pouring heavilly now and the boy cautiously stepped over the man's body, picking up his blade. The boy's leg was bleeding a lot now and he bent down by a puddle in an attempt to clean his would. But his hands were just about to touch the water when he saw his reflection. He looked perfectly normal, except for the fact that he had various cuts and his black hair was wilder than usual. Everything was the same. Exept his eyes. They were not their usual blue but instead a shining silver. It looked a lot like a... warlock mark.
Shaking the boy stood up, what was going on? What was happening? There was only one thing he could think to do. Run.
