the lights of war

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Isabelle sat on the bed in the room she had in Idris. clothed in gear and covered in runes with her whip coiled, she waited for the attack on Idris from Valentine and his army. the colours of war flashed behind her in the distance. 

"time to go, iz.", it was alec. 

she got up and silently walked to the door where he stood. he smelled of sandal wood and burned sugar; he'd seen Magnus recently. silently, they walked up to the gaurd. after a few minutes of searching, they found Clary and Jace standing hand in hand at the front of the crowd. they looked strong when they stood like that, as if they werent terrified the thousands of demons screeching in the distance could never harm them.

quickly, the demons of Valentine's army approached. They left of smell of hot tar for a ten mile radius. just over the hill, all the shadowhunters could see a tall, buillt figure with snow white hair and onyx eyes: Valentine. Isabelle saw jace squeeze clary's hand in reassurance. 

Isabelle's blood was an arctic river, flowing through the valley's of her veins. 

The battle commenced, and so did the high of the war, for her, atleast.

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