Mundanes didn’t know what it was like 

to scrape life in a dead world

Where the sun hung limp in the sky 

like a burned cinder

Their lives burning as brightly

as candle flames--- and were as easy to snuff out

I see chips of amber around pandemonium.

Pure, ashy ivory, hard polished looking walls. 

Colored lights playing over the dance floor like a multicolored fairyland.

Then I spot a razor-sharp blade,

Hanging limp across a boy’s body.

Unnoticeable like a leaf tossed in a current.

Except for a women

Whose charcoaled eyes were gazing to the blade

Then as quickly as a lightning bolt they were gone

I’m wanting to run to get help but I move

Closer

Closer

I hear screams as I approach a door,

Taking in

“Valentine’s alive”

“We are looking for the Mortal Cup.”

Rage flooding through me, I shove the door open,

Waiting for what's on the other side.

I rub my eyes as I see nothing

Prying my eyes open again, I see silver stars, 

Till they adjust to what's in front of me. 

Seeing the women again with the eyes of color black,

She knocks him down and strangles him

I look up and see blood splattering everywhere

I scream.

There are more people in the room

No not people, murderers

Taking a step back, a soft hand grasps my wrist

I continue to run, but I trip on a wire.

The last words I hear before the hot tide of 

blood and fright

Gets ahold of me

I hear “We are not the children of the night, 

Nor we are the downworlders,

we are the Shadowhunters, 

offspring of angels and humans.

We need to take you to the Silent Brothers,

The Brothers of Bone City.”