Fallen

Breathing hard, she dashes up the stairs of the manor, barely noticing the sky change. The once rosy pink rolling clouds turned to ashy grey. The long winding cobblestone pathway leading to the entrance of the house is lined with hedges, that now cast shadows over the ground. No Clary didn't react to any of these things. She was too busy thinking of what to say to her family. After all, how would you tell your family that you were not human? That you were a fallen angel?