Chapter 1: Back From The Bloody Dead

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4 months before the war in idnis

''Sebastian'' Artemis said calling while she was walking she’s been looking for him for what felt like hours which in her case was probably 10 minutes but she couldn’t find him. ‘Seriously Sebastian where are you? ‘Artemis said crossing her arms feeling frustrated. It was times like this she seriously wish the Paris institude wasn’t this big. "Ah training room" she turned around on her heels and walked into Chloè Dawnwright the head of the institude “désolé Madame” Artemis said. Chloe was around the age of 50 she never tells Artemis her age every time artemis ask she just says oh darling the way I look I might as will be 16 again then she laughs so she gave up today she wasn’t bothered to ask she just wanted to find Sebastian and ask what the heck his been doing all morning and also ask him where her sword was. Today Madame Chloe who usually puts her hair in a high, tight, ballet teacher looking bun finally let her thick, wavy, long black hair fall down to her shoulders which encircles her diamond-shaped face and makes her look sweet and beautiful and fun which she is instead of a scary, tough and back away slowly looking person but Artemis loved her anyway she has the coolest personality she’s so fun and bubbly like for Artemis’s birthday she bought her a bucket of m&m instead of some weird presents that other older people give her don’t get me wrong she loved those presents too hey it’s the thought that counts. Chloè was probably the best adopted mother that Artemis could ever ask for hey if you can take a 9 year old shadow hunter girl who had no memory of her past but knew everything that needed to be known for being a shadow hunter and more with no absolute clue how you’d have to be pretty awesome to have adopted a child like that. Chloè laughed "its alright Artemis he’s in the library by the way" Chloè said in her French ascent "oh the library right'' “why didn’t I look there” Artemis said running back down the corridor “good bye Artemis” Chloè yelled. The library door was massive it had a golden border and golden imagines of the mortal instrument on it the mortal cup the mortal sword and the mortal mirror all wrapped in golden vines Artemis pushed open the door and there was Sebastian he was standing next to the table with his hands flat against it he looked worried and determined she automatically walked up to him and wasn’t angry anymore'' Sebastian there you are ''Artemis said while wrapping her arms around his waist ‘’what are you doing’’ she looked down and realized it was her sword and a pictures of Michael wayland on the table  “oh um okay’’ she said letting go of his waist since they found out who she really was Sebastian been acting weird and distant.

 

 

 

A few weeks before

Dear Artemis

My name is well let’s just call me Val for now shall we? I have come to the decision that you have the right to know who you really are I have also heard you have taken the name of your guardian and teacher Miss Chloè dawnwright but how would you like to know your actual name and who you are. Meet me at the fountain at Charlotte Park I’m sure you know where that is at 9pm on the dot I am not one to wait so I hope to see you there Miss Dawnwright.

Yours sincerely Val

‘’Who I am “ I turned around and looked at Sebastian he had the most beautiful dark black hair it was like midnight Sebastian was like a dark looking prince he had pale skin pitch black hair he was handsome in an off-kilter sort of way with a slightly big nose but his eyes took away the darkness or maybe that just what she just thought they were blue like hers but ice blue still bloody beautiful he looked dark and mysterious which she loved but don’t judge a book by its cover because he was actually the nicest sweetest funniest guy ever. Who majority of the time looked absolutely happy and full of joy but right now he didn’t look happy or full of joy he had this dark look in his eyes a protective sort of look but dangerous.

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