Hands.
Arms.
Face.
Hair.
Shoulders.
Torso.
Legs.
Memories.
Memories of himself, but not himself.
Memories that burned painfully in his mind. A fire he couldn't put out.
And an image of a girl.
Gone now, but she had been here, brighter than the sun, darker than the night.
Even now her eyes seemed to watch him, peering into the very depths of his soul. Where most people had run, she had danced.
Danced in the dark.
Something glinted in the low light, a small purple flash.
A winged bracelet, laying discarded on the rocks, the jewel reflecting the light like small purple stars.
End of book 1.
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Reflections of Night
FanfictionA shadowhunters fanfiction. Set after City of heavenly fire. "What...What are you?." It whispered in a hoarse voice. "You fight like a shadowhunter, but you bear none of the marks. And your... Your blood. It's... is different." "Different." Nyx muse...
