The war was finally over. The dark lord was defeated. This was the time where everyone was granted a chance to start a new life. Without the fear of darkness arising. It has been quiet in the wizard world as it entered a new era. But what happens when witches and wizards start disappearing again? What happens when mysterious crimes took place somewhere you would least expect it? The war was over wasn't it? Or did a new one just begin?

This story takes place, long before you were born. Long before any of us were born. This story is older than the moon, the stars in all of heaven. This is the story of how I died. Sort of... But don't worry it's not depressing. My name is Hannah. Well... my real name is Elizabeth Johannah Danger. But to avoid being followed I changed my name to Hannah. Hannah Danger and I'm 17. Danger is not the name I would've went with. But that was all I knew about myself. Ever since I was a little, I was told to do the following 1.Run 2.Don't ask questions 3.Don't talk to strangers 4.Keep Moving and 5. Never ever go to Alicante. And so I did as I was told to survive. I've been on the run for years without looking back, without stopping to question why I was running. Until one day I met a shadowhunter... Did I mention that I knew about shadowhunters?Anyway, even though I was told not to talk to strangers. I just have a distinct feeling that they know something that I don't. And I'm going to find out what's chasing me. And why.

Cordelia Carstairs had not been sure of what had gotten into her. Perhaps it was the boredom or the lack of human interaction. She found herself in Hyde park with a furious brother. Yelling at her to climb down from the tree, while Matthew and James died of laughter in the background. AN-None of the characters or anything familiar belongs to me. It belongs to the brilliant (also devious and has a record of breaking her reader's hearts) Cassandra Clare.

Thoughts, quotes and concepts that pass through my mind but never gets a chance to transform into a story.