Confusing Emotions • Alec Lightwood

Chapter 1

          "Elena?" My mom said as she walked in the training room. I had been training with the seraph blades most recently to try to get my balance perfect if the time to fight with them ever came.
          "Hey mom." I set the blade down on a nearby table and stood straight and tall. It was one thing our family did to show respect to those whom were speaking to us.
          "Bonne fille. Your father and I would like to talk to you." She stated. There was a glint of excitement in her eyes.
          "Of course." I said, following her out of the room.
          We reached my fathers office, where he sat waiting for us. He to, had a hint of excitement in his eyes, which didn't happen very often. My father was a stern, businessman who was ninety percent work life, ten percent personal life. Even during that ten percent, Shadowhunters were meant to control their feelings, to not even let it show in their eyes, 'emotions cloud judgement' and all. My mother always knew that rule but never let it get in the way when it came to talking to me.
          "We have been called in from the New York institute for work." My father began. "There has been demon sightings down there and the Clave would like us to help Mr and Mrs Lightwood on this mission."
          "The Clave has approved for you to come with us to New York." My mother cut in. That's why I saw the excitement hidden in them, they know that I've always wanted to meet the Lightwoods but the Clave had never approved for me to leave Paris, and my parents have never allowed me to leave the institute.
          I kept my cool on the outside but on the inside,  I was screaming with excitement. "Will I be helping you on the mission as well?" I asked.
          "Remember, you haven't completed all the training we want to to finish before you get into all of that. You're getting close." My father said.
         'Painfully close' I thought. "Of course. When are we leaving?" I asked.
          "We are leaving tomorrow morning and staying there for the rest of the week so you better go get your stuff packed." My mom said to me with a smile, she knew how happy I was about all of this.
          I stood up as calmly as I could in the moment, thanked them and walked out. When I got to my room I did a happy dance. The Lightwoods have the most respected Shadowhunter family name in all of the United States, I've always wished to meet them ever since I was a little, little girl and now it was finally happening.
          I stopped, took a deep breath and calmed for a moment. 'Emotions cloud judgement, Elena' said my fathers voice in my head.
          I headed to my closet and started packing everything I needed, presentable outfits, training clothes, everything I would need for the next four days I would be spending in New York, thinking about it made me internally scream of joy again.

          As I was finishing packing for the trip my mom walked in with a smile on her face.
          "Excited?" She knew the answer already.
          "Would it be bad to say yes?"
          "Not at all."
          "Then yes!"
          "I have one more thing to show you downstairs." She said, grabbing my hand.
          She took us toward the weapons room.
          "Since you will be training a lot of the time there, your father and I have accepted for you to pick out your very own personal weapon. We spoke to the Clave and have agreed that this will help you with your training, seeing as while we are in New York, you will be staying at the institute." She explained.
          "Wait, what? Seriously?" I asked. She just nodded her head.
          She walked over to the computer sitting on the desk and typed in the code. The glass case that the weapons sit in opened up, glowing with bright lights. I walked up to it to get a better look at them all.
          "How do I choose?" I asked.
          "Let it choose you, which ever one you feel drawn to the most." She explained from experience.
          There were so many different weapons, so many different blades and jewelry made to weapons most likely by Warlocks. The one that attracted me the most were the gold batons. I grabbed the off the wall and turned toward my mom, my attention fixed on the two weapons in my hands.
          "Those were my first weapons before I got to choose my signature one. They turn into little whips, too. Perfect for your fighting style, my dear."
           I couldn't say anything, i could only smile, a big, ear-to-ear smile.

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