Game of Survival-Shadowhunters

Tangible Foreshadow

Echo thought it was odd that she was wearing white to a funeral seeing as she wore it for her wedding. Echo looked at herself in her bedroom mirror and took in every detail. Her black hair was completely straight and it reached just below her waistline with ease. The white made Echo's ash skin look darker than it really was and it made her eyes pop with brilliant colour.

Echo was momentarily transported back to the wedding. She remembered how Alec said that a Shadowhunter bride would normally wear gold, but the gold dress that Echo had tried on, she felt that it didn't fit the situation she was in at that time. Echo's thoughts suddenly formed a realization in her mind. She chose the white wedding dress because she was mourning the death of her Shadowhunter life. She was mourning the death that she had once experienced. Echo went deeper into thought. The white dress was tangible foreshadow to her own death. The white was a symbol that she did not understand until this moment.

There was a knock on Echo's door, which pulled Echo from her sudden awareness to her choice of gown and it slowly opened to reveal Alec.

"You ready?" Alec was nervous.

Echo nodded and pulled in a breath, "Yeah."

Without a word, the husband and wife walked down the hall and into the room where the dead were dressed in white sheets. Alec let out a breath.

Echo looked up at him before she took his arm into hers to try and comfort him, "You all right?"

Alec gave a nervous breath, "Yeah." Echo didn't need to hear any more than that. Alec and Echo saw Jace standing towards the front of the crowd of people and walked up to him.

Echo looked up at her twin and gave a gentle smile. Jace gave a small smile back, but it only lasted a moment before he was pulling away from her. Echo turned to see where he was going and found Clary walking into the room. The moment that Jace took Clary's hand Aldertree spoke, "Those remaining will take their place with the fallen." Meaning, immediate family of the deceased.

Echo let out a small sigh before she slowly let go of Alec and walked up to stand next to her siblings and her mother. Echo looked down at her mother and suddenly felt a lump in her throat and hot tears prick the back of her eyes. She could feel how much she missed her mother.

"Those remaining will say the names of the fallen."

Inside of Echo's head, she heard a name as a Silent brother spoke, Brother Micah.

Echo kept her eyes on her mother as every Shadowhunter in the room chanted their blessing, "Pulvis et umbra sumus." For we are dust and shadows. A proper chant for the fallen.

Another name sounded in her head, Brother Jeremiah.

The name was familiar to Echo and she felt a small pain in her chest.

Suddenly it was her mother's turn. Clary looked straightforward, "Joc—"

Clary's words suddenly stopped before she broke down into tears. She fell into Jace's arms and Echo took a step forward, "Jocelyn Fairchild." Echo's voice broke as she said her mother's name and when she took a step back she felt her tears unapologetically fall down her cheeks.

The Shadowhunters before her spoke, "Ave atque vale." Hail and farewell.

That was the last of the fallen for the ceremony and they were now allowed to join their friends, but as Jace and Clary walked from Jocelyn, Echo couldn't move. Echo looked down at her mother's covered face. She had lost her mother and the last thing she had said to her was cruel.

Echo's chest constricted as she realized that she would never see her mother again and that they had left on a bad note. Echo placed a hand on her mother's shoulder and expected to feel something, but the only thing she could feel was emptiness. Her mother was gone. A tear fell from Echo's cheek and landed on the fabric covering Jocelyn.

Echo suddenly felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. Alec slowly pulled Echo away from her mother and walked down to stand next to her siblings. From beside her, Clary was shaking silently whilst Echo stood with a straight back with her face contorted in tears. Jace pulled Clary into his side while Alec pulled Echo into his.

Two silent brothers and Aldertree stood in front of the deceased and raised their arms, as they did so, the souls of the dead rose in the air. As the souls left the bodies, Echo suddenly felt her throat constrict. She pulled in a sharp gasp as she felt every emotion and saw every thought that all four of the dead had experienced in their lives.

The feeling was so overwhelming that it was difficult for Echo to stay conscious. Every emotion and every thought of all four people coursed through Echo at an incredible rate. The Rite of Mourning suddenly turned from melancholy to worry. Echo's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she started to fall. Alec felt Echo's weight against him and quickly adapted his own weight to accommodate for it. Echo's body went entirely limp in Alec's arms.

Alec tried not to make a scene, but it was difficult. He quickly took Echo into his arms and rushed out of the room before the chatter could start. Once Alec was out of the room he tried to wake her up as he walked.

"Echo? Can you hear me?"

Alec didn't receive an answer as he pushed his door open. He placed Echo onto his bed and moved her hair from her face.

He put his finger to her throat and found that her pulse was racing despite her single breath a minute. Alec tore his suit jacket from his body before putting a hand to Echo's cheek, "Come on, Ec. Wake up."

Alec honestly hadn't a clue what had just happened and he feared that she would suddenly be the fifth to be mourned.

From underneath Echo's lashes, Alec saw her eyes moving at an incredible rate. Her eyes darted in every direction. Alec let out a breath, "Come on, Echo."

Alec put his left hand into hers and connected their runes to create a stronger connection. Alec closed his eyes and tried to reach her. It was silent for a moment before Echo pulled in a breath. Alec opened his eyes and saw Echo's body start to regulate, but she didn't wake.

Alec let out a sigh of relief; she wasn't awake, but she was stable. The Shadowhunter put a hand to his forehead and ran his fingers back into his hair.

"Stop scaring me, Ec." Alec sat down on the bed next to her and pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed it. Alec looked down at her sleeping form and let out a smile as he shook his head. The Shadowhunter suddenly felt guilty for his thoughts seeing as it was a day of Mourning, but he couldn't help but realize that she was the most perfect Shadowdemon he has ever met.