Nyla Herondale was a mystery, one that only a select few had the pleasure of knowing. Hidden in the shadows for months, Nyla finally steps back into her former life when the past comes knocking at the door. She'd left it all behind and never looked...
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"The clave calls Evon and Imogen Herondale to address the people of Alicante."
The Clave; an organisation made up of Shadowhunters that kept the law intact and acted on it when needed. They decide on important matters that affect the Nephilim, better known as Shadowhunters, which also sometimes affect the Downworlders. Downworlders was a broad terms to describe those with demon blood — warlocks, vampires, werewolves, seelies and others.
"Hello, mother."
Evon Herondale smiled at Imogen Herondale, watching with sharp eyes as his mother placed her hands on his shoulders. They likely would have embraced each other if it were not for the onlookers...or the small baby in his arms.
"Is it true?" Imogen questioned, looking down at her granddaughter.
"It is," Evon nodded. "If it were under any other circumstance, I would have feared the worst."
"She is safe and I promise she always will be," Imogen promised. "We've made the right decision, Evon."
The two looked out into the sea of people that had gathered. There had been lengthy discussions over the past couple of days regarding the sensitive matter of the Herondales but the evidence was promising...the evidence was also strange, no one would deny it.
"I present my grandchild," Imogen spoke loudly to the crowd. "Nylana Miracle Herondale!"
Evon Herondale found it all a little eccentric to gather officials to announce his child. Nylana, who he only intended to be called Nyla, had been born little over three months ago and was a rarity with powers they hadn't even uncovered. He knew this was the only way for the Clave to keep his daughter innocent, for the unknowns of her would surely cause panic otherwise. The Clave didn't like things they couldn't understand or things they deemed unnatural.
Names came with power and Evon Herondale planned to use all the power he had to keep his daughter out of harm's way.
"Nylana is the daughter of our most skilled shadowhunters. She was born in Idris, our homeland, to Lovita Fairchild and Evon Herondale. We lost Lovita to to the Fairchild manor fire...but in her place, she left me with a beautiful grandchild."
Imogen paused, glancing at her son as he nodded his head. This was not a gift from the angels. This was a cover-up. A cover-up that Nyalana Herondale would never learn about...a cover-up that was going to keep her safe from the Clave forever.
"She has been granted warlock abilities despite having no demon blood!" Evon announced a wave of chatter followed. "The Clave deem this an extraordinary event, one that is a reward for the shadowhunter sacrifices. This is a new dawn."
All Evon Herondale could look at was his small, innocent, daughter looking up at him with unnatural crystal-shining eyes. A warlock mark on a shadowhunter child. His child.
