•𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞•

24. Reality unfolding

Warning: suicide implied, please if you are sensitive on the matter skip this chapter or do not read the marked area

James Herondale

I didn't think of it much the moment we entered, Lina went mental and before I could react Lucie pulled me backwards.

"Perhaps you should call papa- alter the vision's casting-." Luci suggested and it frankly sounded like a great idea as I jogged upstairs, I called for him desperately, he didn't seem to listen to me, he was in the library, singing one of those awful songs in Welsh.

"Dad!" I yelled and slammed the door close once I got into the library. He was sitting upside down on the couch, I grimaced at the sight, for a split moment, I forgot what I wanted him about.

"Hey- easy what is going on?" he wonder, concern quickly sketched across his features as with a swift motion he was sitting on the couch facing me.

"It is a rather long story- Hold on to this- we, me Luce and Lina, saw a sort of vision- She was tense- annoyed at the sanctuary and she ended up threatening mama-." I spoke, I felt my breath cut out my throat as I was to speak out loud the next words that wouldn't willingly be announced.

"James talk to me-." My father stood up and approached, his hands on my shoulder, he must have sensed my distress.

"You killed her in the vision-." I spoke and I felt him go pale. "You had no choice- my throat was half slit- you stopped her..." I tried to make it sound less worse than what it was actually, the timing was extremely on point as I heard Lucie's voice loud, we only looked at each other before ejecting ourselves downstairs he was faster than me.

"Dad-." I was to tell him to pick her over me, I couldn't imagine a possible universe without my twin- We had lack of communication in almost everyway possible, but I had two parts, one was her and the other was Matthew, the two people that could read me even when I was staring with a poker face- even I was not talking, and I knew the same about them- (A/N : yea yea Jamie, bless ur blind soul-)

"James, this one time you will do as I say do you hear me." He spoke, his voice tremendously sharp, matching his tone, his ocean eyes almost darker than usual.

"Dad- I" I was to protest, I didn't want to find myself choosing between people I loved- choice was obvious but the guilt following me wouldn't change.

"By the Angel James!" He exclaimed, his panic was transparent on his face as there were more voices heard. There wasn't fear only anger, Lina was fighting with mama, this didn't mean that it couldn't escalate on massacre.

"Alright tell me!" I spoke in the same tone.

"All you have to do is take mama and Luce away- You three disappear in the weapons room am I clear?" My father spoke and I affirmed him with a nod of my head. I was so convinced that someone would die tonight, that the sun would come down and someone I loved dearly would have left their last breath... It was early at night... the night was so young and we still had to sneak out to go at the Hell Ruelle, Luce would stay out this one to cover for us. "That's my boy." He spoke, he hadn't referred to me like that since I taught Lucie to eat broccoli.

We reached the bottom of the staircase to see Lina push Lucie to the ground- I hadn't seen what occurred, only Lina staring our mom as they yell at each other. Me and my dad stared at each other before sprinting towards them as if they were miles away. Lina looked red and far from calm, her anger flooding from her edgy features, She looked more like papa than I did.

"Tessa, notify Jem. Ask for his arrival as soon as possible." Papa spoke and went by Lucie's side helping her up.

Will Herondale