You are y/n Fray twin sister of Clary Fray (or so you think). What happens when you are suddenly thrown into the world of shadowhunters, on your 18th birthday? Who are you really? Why is this all happening? But most importantly, What will happen bet...
"Will you be her godmother?" you heard a cheery male voice call out.
Then you saw a computer screen with a news article about a car crash and heard a news anchor women's voice say "Couple tragically killed in an accident in Portland Oregon".
Then darkness. Suddenly you saw yourself. You looked about the same age as now you were smiling but you still looked tired. A kitchen island appeared next to you, there was no room, just you and that island. You set down your keys and when you looked onto the table you saw a tightly bound scroll sealed with green wax and a symbol. A key with wings. When you saw it and your smile faded replaced with a serious expression.
"You two. Go upstairs. Now!" you said sternly. It was still just darkness but whoever answered must have protested because your tone became harsh as you said "Now!".
After a few moments of silence you sighed and grabbed the scroll. Your hands were trembling as you broke the seal. Green with this seal only ever meant one thing.
Everything faded and it was dark again until the darkness changed. It wasn't empty anymore it was filled with a toxic purple-magenta flame. And in the middle was a hooded figure making a 'Y' with his arms, his palms outstretched towards the sky.
You bolted upright in bed panting in a cold sweat. It was just a dream. A trippy dream. It took a few minutes of breathing in and out to calm yourself down. You reached over the nightstand and checked the time, dang it wasn't even dawn yet.
You threw off the covers and grabbed a grey hoodie, you put on the sleeves as you walked over to the full body mirror standing on the other side of the room. Your hair was messy and the zombie look in your eye screamed sleep deprived. You were wearing grey jammie bottoms (PJs) with a mauve sports bra and you decided to zip up the hoodie to cover your mid section. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed, after that you were not falling asleep.
You tiredly half smirked at the mirror "Mirror, mirror on the stand. Who's the greatest in the land. I'm really only half awake. So some java I must make." the mirror just stood there and you chuckled to yourself. As you were about to turn away but the reflection in the mirror changed. Suddenly your eyes were pure light then the glass filled with swirling red smoke, the color of spilt blood, and a black symbol appeared in the mirror.
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(I drew that!)
You backed away as the smoke cleared and showed images of the Lightwoods, Jace, Clary, and Simon all dying gruesome painful deaths. The black mark staying in the center. It was all so intense that you started crying.
"No, no, no, no ,no, no!" you said your eyes never leaving the horrific scenes. You gasped for air, you could feel your heartbeat pulsing throughout your body like a war drum.
