New York-2007
The wind from the East River was chilly and fast, the gale whipping Allina's hair around her cheekbones. Her leather jacket wrapped her skinny and narrow frame, bending to the curve of her hips. Her nose was narrow and long, a few freckles fitting her cheeks and nose. She had been expecting to find a few demon's to hunt tonight and calm her nerves, but she hadn't found any. She breathed in the New York air which smelled like a mix of exhaust and cloves. She blew air out from her cheeks, hearing yelling from the apartment a block away from her. Apparently they were having a lover's quarrel because she heard a yell of "I hate you!" from a felmale voice and a door slam down the hallway. She didn't want to get involved so she kept moving, speeding up her pace to the Institute.She felt the two serrated daggers tucked into the light ankle boots she wore. Her upper arm was inked with a far-sighted rune and her shoulder blade was inked with a soundless rune. She had gotten a message from the Clave and if it was from them, it was of the utmost importance.
She purses her lips and mumbled something under her breath about the angel Razial, who had created the first Shadowhunter. The locks on the door opened and let in a cool burst of cold night air in with the easing of the huge doors. Her boots clanked in the building, which in the inside looking like a church. The old wallpaper was dark with age, mostly because it hadn't been changed in a few years. She was headed to the Institute's library, where most of the people entered into. She had taken control of the Institute with the Clave's permission after Hodge Starkweather been killed. She could still remember the werewolfs tearing at Valentine's army and tearing them to pieces. Her slicing through the crowd, a broken arrow in her shoulder blade...She had fallen and a enemy had stabbed downwards with his sword to spilt her head open. She had rolled and sweeped her sword under his legs, scarlet dripping down her forehead and into her eyes. She paused and takes a deep breath before entering.
She heaved open the doors and walked inside, her head high and her shoulders back. Even though she had run during the Uprising, the Clave cursed her with a rune that burned if she spoke of her former involvement with the Circle or Valentine.
She didn't agree with them all the time, but she wasn't allowed to speak much when the Clave did meet. The mark was visible beneath her shoulder blade like a brand. Her long sliver hair and eyes shone in the dim light, a reminder of the Carstairs family trademark that they all shared.
She moved into the room and sees the Clave, keeping her shoulders back. She nervously tucked her hands in front of her, knowing that the Clave wouldn't let her get a word in edgewise. Her long sliver hair falls from the pins behind her ears, her black shirt collar buttoned up to her throat. A speed rune is visible beneath the curve of her collarbone, dipping towards her heart. Her heart is pounding and her fingers are moving, trying to not shake from nerves. "Why am I here?" She asked, her voice polished and smooth with a slight accent.
One of them look at her, knowing that she fought in the battle at Idris. "Sebastian Morgenstern may still be alive" He says, looking into the silverly eyes of the Carstairs that she bears. Her heart plummets like a stone into her chest and her fingers shake. She moved them behind her back to conceal them. "Jace stabbed him" She says. One nods. "Yes but he has dark magic on his side" She nodded and turned to the door. "I'll always protect anyone here, with my life" She adds, her voice sharp. They nod and watch as she turns to go. She pushes open the door.
"Be careful. If you do this, Anyone can turn on you" He warned just as she exited the room.
