City of All Things Ruined - A Mortal Instruments Fan Fiction (COMPLETED)

Chapter 65

CHAPTER 65 - FINAL

In fairytales and storybooks, whenever a character dies, they are meant to embrace death, and be entirely of accepting that they have met their end. Their also meant to know, just know that it’s over. So why don’t I?
I knew why I was doing this, so in my head, I repeating for the cause over and over again, hoping it will provide some measure of relief from the indescribable pain shooting through my body. Imagine having your insides set on fire, then partially ripped out, leaving a gaping hole of agonizing pain behind. Its not exactly like being impaled on a sword is a pleasant way to go.

I look for a light, an angel, or a sign, something to stop my pain, yet all I can see is the bleeding red sun spilling over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the distant surface of Lake Lyn. Clouds disperse through the sky, thinning until the dawn can be fully viewed. The trees stop their lazy swaying, and the birds circling mechanically around the sky cease their incessant squawking. The clatter of weapons silences, and the cries from both demon and human quieten, until only the sound of my ragged breathing remains.

Fighting the sudden heaviness of my eyelids, I see my hair change to a deep shade of brown, and lengthens considerably until it spills around me, and I imagine it looking like a halo fanning out from around me. The sharp scent of my blood and Jace’s burns through me, and I somehow manage to look to my right, my eyes searching his. Like me, his features are beginning to change, and I had hoped we could hold the forms, but with us in such a state, I’m not surprised we’re starting to let it slip.

Feeling another wave of pain ride over me, I screw my eyes shut and draw in a breath, and when I reopen my eyelids, Jace mouths “For the Herondales”  to me, and my pain subsides into a sense of pride. I’m now a hero.

“What’s happening?!” Sebastian screams in front of me, and I am sick to death of hearing that voice. Always barking orders, criticising... It was safe to say I wouldn’t miss him. Felix stands behind him, understanding and sorrow etched across his face. Felix had been kind to me, and I guess he could be considered a friend, so I knew I would miss him.

Seth however...

“Se...th...” I  manage to wheeze, feeling my hand slip from Jace’s.

Seth steps towards me cautiously, his eyes wide in a terror no man should ever have to experience. I didn’t want him to see me like this... Running over to, Seth places his hands under my knees, and under my neck, none too patiently lifting me off the sword, and I let out an agonised wail as he does so. I can already see the tears in his eyes as he sets me down on the hard, unforgiving wooden floor and rests my head in his lap.

Staring up into his tear-filled blue eyes, I feel my breathing slow down, and my eyes begin to slowly seal shut, and I savour the last glimpse I have of his face, even though it was contorted in sorrow and shock.

“I didn’t know, I-!” Seth shakes me, sending my eyes flying open again from the pain, and I let out a shaky laugh, for no reason whatsoever.

“I know...” I wheeze, before coughing violently, and I feel blood spill from my mouth. As my eyes begin to shut, I am greeted by that feeling; the sense of knowing and accepting that I feared I would never see. Death is a constant in this world, and now, I finally want to go with it, to end this.