Hii!

So people were like, NOOO DON'T FINISH IT THERE HOW DARE YOU!

Calm grasshoppers! There will be a second book! I WILL POST MORE INFORMATION! When I actually write it… THAT'S ANOTHER STORY!

Sorry this is only short!

You guys know the drill. Don't own anything except plot and OC's. And also a HUGE thank you to all of you!

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Elo

My arm was throbbing painfully, waking me up from my sleep. A fading sleep rune was plastered on my arm, turning into a tiny scar. It gave me a sense of déjà vu.

You did it again didn't you?

I looked immediately to the door. Thick bars made of steel, wound their way up, creating a pattern that almost looked like some sort of stripy wallpaper. I edged closer and the bars were engraved with foliage, leaves and flowers. Hmn. That's odd. That's almost like putting a massive smiley face in the background of a firing squad. You just don't. It was like, Hey! You're trapped, but here! Look at these pretty plants!

My sword was also outside, on a wooden peg, along with all of my weapons. I tried to grasp them but my arms were too short.

I heard a low moan and quickly rotated, strips of ruby shredded leather following me.

In a corner, there was a figure. He was covered in a dirty white shroud, bruises and lacerations on his body. I sprinted up to him but was stopped by an invisible force field, like walking into a brick wall. I rebounded and almost fell over. Putting my good arm up to the barrier, I started feeling a way into the space encompassed by the barrier. I felt power radiating off the guy in waves. My charm bracelet clinked as I slammed my fist into the barrier.

"Mate? Are you-"

He lifted his head and his wings extended. WINGS. I was trapped in a cell with and angel. I felt a deep sense of sorrow and pity. And anger. How could someone do this to an angel? It felt so wrong that someone had done this.

And I knew exactly who. Sebastian

"Did Sebastian do this to you?" I muttered. He said nothing so I took that as a yes. His blonde curls were plastered to his head with golden ichor. I blinked slowly. It looked like we could have been related, same build, same hair. It was like looking at an angel version of Jace.

"I am going to kill that-"

Anger will get you nowhere child. I shut up immediately and cocked my head, feeling regret.

Elodide Theresa Shadowhunter. I have heard a lot about you. Brave and courageous, but also reckless and foolhardy. I see both sides in you now.

"What? M-my name is Herondale, not Shadowhunter. No-one has wielded that name since Johnathan Shadowhunter"

I know. But you deserve that title child. You may be known as a Herondale, but I proclaim you as Elodide Theresa Shadowhunter-Herondale. You shall never be forgotten, you name uttered for centuries.

I felt shocked. Was this angel out of his mind? I think he got the wrong address. What did he see in me?

Everything. You are a warrior of the Lord, even if you don't realise. You are the only person who is worthy of this name. Wield it wisely. Well shit. He can read my mind too.

"What's your name?" I asked as I tried to break the barrier. I could have if I had a stele, but it was outside, balanced on the hook, along with my weapons.

My name is-

Then the click of a lock was heard and Sebastian came strutting in. his sword was swinging in his hand, black stars shining. I was about to smack him when he drew something complicated in the air. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, and only move my eyes. I gave him a death glare that could have killed when he strutted up to the angel. He destroyed the barrier and swung his sword down, to the angel wings.

I couldn't shut my eyes. I saw everything. I couldn't even describe it. It was horrific. A guttural scream was heard as the angel slumped to the side. The angels wings were detached, done and sinew still hanging on. Sebastian was occupied in writing something in golden ichor on a sheet when I heard the angel's voice.

I have enough power to blast the bars open, and free you from the imprisonment.

But what about you? Don't you have enough power to heal-

Go. His voice was icy as I felt the enchantment break. I stayed as still as I could before the bars ripped open.

I didn't look back until I grabbed my weapons and stele. I drew a portal, imagining the one place I wanted to be. It wasn't perfectly safe, but I had friends there.

I had my brother.

Sebastian was looking at me in shock as I ran through the portal, looking at the angel.

I'm so sorry. I projected as I disappeared into the portal

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I saw a gothic church amongst the skyscrapers of the city.

The New York institute.

I ran up to the door, dodging traffic and almost getting hit by 4 cabs in the process. I just kept running, not caring about my aching legs or burning arm.

Arriving at the door, I stretched out my hand, showing broken nails and bloody, dirty cuts. The door slowly swung open as I edged inside. There was an entryway, with a glided birdcage lift at the bottom. It was rattling down as I pressed the button.

I started swaying slightly as the lift stopped. I fell, the floor starting to become seeped in red as the half-healed cuts opened, fresh blood spilling on the floor. I heard a shout as spots came into my vision. Dark brown eyes looked at me, inky hair being dipped in crimson. I saw a flash of red as I became unconscious. Again.