It's Not A Utopia (An OC Shadowhunter Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Four

Riley

If you want to tell this part, Riley, fine by me, just don't make it boring.

I still don't see why I didn't get a say-

Yes, why does he not? I thought you liked the boy.

Grace...?

I'm on it. You go out that way. Riley, don't die while we're gone.

I'll try not to.

Now that they're gone, I'd just like to say that Grace Raine leaves off at the worst times. She always does; no matter when.

After Grace Raine's profanities stopped flowing, Dayton and I just stood there in shock.

I'm not saying that the woman didn't deserve it, but you can't just go around yelling profanities at a person who was imprisoned for who-knows-how-long.

"So," Grace Raine began after a few minutes of silence. "Are you going to tell me why you abandoned me?"

The woman laughed cruelly. "I suppose that is what your father told you. He was quite bitter about me leaving."

"What do you mean? You're the bitch that left us without a word!" Grace Raine snapped back.

The woman shook her head sadly. "It was never my choice to leave."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

There was silence for a few moments until the woman changed the subject.

"I suppose I should thank you," she said as if it physically pained her to do so.

Right now, I'd like to pause this story and say that any foul words I say are Grace Raine's words, and I'm merely quoting her less-than-polite words.

Back to the story.

"Thank me?" Grace Raine snapped the prior conversation out of her mind. "For what, exactly? For leaving the Republic- which is punishable by death- and journeying across Patriot territory? For falling unconscious multiple times? For losing my sight multiple times? For battling things that I've never seen before? For- fuck!" Grace Raine had stopped talking to throw the coin, which had been a sword only a moment before, onto the ground.

I picked the coin up and saw that it was blank and silver. As I held it, the owl, the weird tree, and the letters I couldn't read reappeared on the face of the coin. "Grace Raine, it's okay to touch it now. It's not solid silver anymore."

As I was about to hand it to her, I saw a glimpse of her hand. "Grace Raine, let me see your hand," I said sternly.

Grace Raine moved her hand away from my outstretched one.

"Grace," Dayton said after she did nothing. "Show us your hand."

She reluctantly held her hand out to me.

"The other side," I said, exasperated, flipping her hand over so her palm was face up.

On Grace Raine's hand, she had two very vicious scars in the shape of circles overlapping each other. It looked like a little kid had used a red pen and drawn on her hand.

"May I see it?" The woman interrupted, inclining her head towards the coin in my hand.

I didn't move. I looked at Dayton, from the corner of my eye, who shook his head. When I looked at Grace Raine, she nodded yes.

"Sure," I said reluctantly, giving the woman the coin.

"I suppose sense the Parthenos is back in my possession, the Mark did the next best thing it could do, but that means that someone would have had to enchant it to find me," the woman muttered to herself as she examined the coin. "However, it is a mystery of how he was able to make this change into Celestial Bronze. He must have had help; there is no way he could have done this himself."