Elo
The Herons start flying
When the day is dying,
But I am waiting for you
My Morgernstern
Who cares?
Who loves?
Who protects?
My Morgenstern
Where is your sight now?
As black as your tattoo's
As black as your runes
As black as your cor
i exspecto,
My Morgenstern…
I slowly finished when I heard clapping from just above my head. I slowly looked up to see the blonde haired boy. I thought he had gone with a school group or something, as he was not from around these parts. But no, here he was in the flesh. His black eyes sapped the colour from his face, which made him even paler than he was. His angular face was looking straight at me and his mouth was tilted into a smile, but it looked forced. He looked hard to read.
In other words he was damn hot.
He held out a rough hand, the long fingers holding a strip of paper. When I looked closely it was not just a strip of paper, it was a £20. I was shocked. No-one had gave me this much money in my life.
I smiled truly, for one of the first times in my life.
"Thanks!"
He smiled and said
"Will you come with me? Please?"
I was immediately on my guard. My best mate Lily, disappeared. They said something similar happened to her. Thank god the violin case had a false bottom so I could hide a variety of knifes and crow bars in. at the moment I had a long cooking knife, and a short one in my shoe. Jem Carstairs may be a psycho, but thank god for the false bottom. I grabbed my stuff and put it in my small backpack and grabbed my violin case. No way on hell or earth was I leaving it here. It would be robbed in the blink of an eye.
"Ok!" best play along
He led me into a small back alley, but when I turned around, it was a dead end. I have walked these streets for YEARS and this has never been bricked up.
"Now, who are you?" his tone took a serious approach, not what I expected from a 17 year old guy who was flirting with me.
"For these purposes, call me Elodide Bird"
"For these purposes? So that's not your real name then?"
I hated where this talk was going
"No"
"Ohhh, feisty. So what is your real name then?"
"What's yours then?"
"Sebastian. Sebastian Mor.. Verlac. Sebastian Verlac. What's yours then Elodide?"
I rolled my eyes a shouted
"My name if you must know is Elodide Herondale. Now, what do you want?"
Sebastian
Her words echoed in my mind
Herondale. Herondale. Herondale.
But no other Herondales are alive! Are they?
Now I understood who she reminded me of. She was Jace in girl form, with humour and wit lying over something stronger, darker.
I owed it to her to let her meet her brother, or relation.
But she had to be a Nephilim with no connections. It was obvious she had zero connections but on whether she was a shadowhunter or not….
There was only one way to find out.
I took out my stele and she started laughing
"A glass rod? Wow. I though boys carried a phone or money but noooo. I get the weirdo who carries glass in his pockets. Man I know how to pick 'em." She said, with a slight British accent whilst laughing her head off. She was crying with laughter and was doubled up, clutching on to her violin case.
I grabbed her arm and drew two runes. Sleep on her arm and sight on the back of her hand. Her grin rapidly faded.
"Tattooing me? Really?"
She didn't say anymore except swear words as her eyelids started fading. Then I smiled.
"Sleep well Elo"