Hey guys! Thanks for all the support for my previous novel (check it out maybe?). This is my new novel, based on the Shadowhunter Chronicles by Cassandra Clare. Cassandra has released 3 series of it, and this is my fanmade edition. 

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All characters are mine, as this is depicted in the future, but some characters like Magnus Bane and Tessa (yes they show up) are hers. This story was written before Dark Artifices and The Bane Chronicles, so they may change a little and the story may be slightly different after these books.

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January 2069

“ARES HERONDALE! Are you even paying any attention?”

“Good one, Marissa. Because I always pay attention,” Ares brushed it off sarcastically.

Just then the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it Ares. Wait here,” Marissa Lightwood said when she and 14-year-old Ares were interrupted during a combat lesson. Of course, Ares didn’t bother listening, so he followed Marissa to the front door. When Marissa opened the door, they saw a girl, about the same age as Ares, on the top step. She had straight brown hair and big hazel eyes, and she stood with a perfectly straight backbone. There was something in her looks that hinted that she was dancer.

“Don’t think about lying to me! I have the Sight, I know you are there and I know this is the Los Angeles Institute!” She babbles as soon as the doors opened, with urgency in her voice.

“Urm…”

“I am Chantelle Carstairs. I am here to train as a Shadowhunter.”

***

The Head of the Los Angeles Institute, Rebecca Lightwood, rushed down immediately when her daughter told her there was a new Shadowhunter that arrived. Shadowhunters, also known as Nephilim, were part-angel part-human, dedicated to protect humans and control Downworlders. Downworlders include vampires, werewolves, warlocks, etcetera. Humans, or commonly known as mundanes, usually have no knowledge of the Shadow World. Mundanes think werewolves, pixies, etcetera are all fictional, little do they know they exist right in front of their eyes. From the outside, the Institute looks like an abandoned building to mundanes, because it’s glamoured, therefore mundanes can’t see what Shadowhunters see—a place that looks like a grand castle. The homeland of Shadowhunters is not the Institute however, but Idris, and when mundanes try to enter Idris, they’re simply transported to the next border without noticing.

Rebecca gathered a meeting that day, introducing Chantelle to the other Shadowhunters, the people she will train and fight with for the rest of her days here. Chantelle was always shy around strangers, but she kept her chin high, thinking it was what Shadowhunters, warriors appointed by the Angel Raziel, ought to do.

“Ares, do show Chantelle around the Institute.” Rebecca snapped Ares out of his thoughts. After the meeting, Zachary Blackthorn gave Ares a weird look.

“What?” Ares glared at Zachary, who was his best friend, but not close enough to be his parabatai, though they had considered it before. Parabatai is a pair of Nephilim warriors who fight together as lifelong partners, bound together by oath, regardless of their gender. Their bond is not reflected only in their closeness and willingness to lay down their lives for one another, but also in oath—one sworn in front of the Council.

Not all Shadowhunters are required to have parabatai; it is actually less common to have them. A Shadowhunter has only eighteen years to find and choose a parabatai; once older than that, the ritual is no longer open to the Shadowhunter.

“Dude, you were looking at the new girl like that.” Zachary nudged Ares, chuckling.

“Who? Chantelle?” Ares looked over to Chantelle, who was talking to Rebecca. Chantelle was indeed pretty, with brown hair and eyes, her features as near to perfect as possible. Probably as pretty as Ares once was before all the training kicked in and his delicateness was lost. Ares had blonde hair and blue eyes, commonly told that he looked just like his grandfather when he was young. “Like what?”

Zachary just chuckled. “I thought every time a new Shadowhunter arrived you would be all icy. What’s different with her?” It was true. Ares was six when Zachary, and his younger brother, Andre, arrived, their parents still in Idris. When the brothers were introduced, Ares just went straight to throw more knives in the training room, not offering a single hello.

“Do you have some sort of problem with me?” Asked Zachary coldly, joining Ares in the room.

“I just think I can throw knives better than you.” Replies Ares, but as if to contradict his words on purpose, his knife stuck right outside the bullseye.

“Yeah, I’m sure of that.” Mocked Zachary. And only a year later, did Ares considered Zachary an acquaintance.

Back to the present, Chantelle walked over to Ares.

“Good luck with her,” Laughed Zachary and it earned him a hit in the shoulder, but he dodged it, stalking off, still laughing.

“You ready?” Asked Ares, and Chantelle smiled in reply.

***

May 2069

Chantelle threw two knives she held, one on each hand, and they stuck to the bullseye with ease.

“By the angel. I swear you’re a god with those. I’ve been learning those since young and I’m still hopeless.” Said Ares, coming up behind her.

“Aw, first time pretty boy got outshone?” Laughed Chantelle. To any other person, it would have sounded bitchy, but such talk was common among the two, and both were okay with it.

“Whatever, soldier. We’re going hunting today.”

“Hunting? Like demons?” Chantelle sprang up.

“Urm… no.”

They ventured to the forest, on silent feet. A rabbit appeared within sight, and Ares gestured to Chantelle.

“Your first mission: kill the rabbit.” He grinned and Chantelle peeked out behind him. She held a knife, eyes wide.

“What? It didn’t do anything wrong! I came here to be a Shadowhunter, not a hunter!” Hissed Chantelle.

“So a Shadowhunter you shall be. Watch.” Ares let his arrow fly into the chest of the rabbit and Chantelle gasped.

“YOU KILLED AN INNOCENT CREATURE!”

“Shh… you’ll scare of game—“ But Chantelle already raced to the rabbit, with no concern of how loud she was.

“We have to take it back to the Institute…” Chantelle said and Ares appeared beside her.

“It’s gone, Channy,” He said gently and Chantelle turned to him accusingly.

“Look, comrade. I came here to be a Shadowhunter, to kill whoever does wrong. Not to be a hunter, to kill little rabbits. I don’t kill for recreation, got it?” Unexpectedly, a tear slid down her cheek. Ares saw it and quickly soothed her.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry. Don’t cry, please. I promise I won’t ever hunt again.” He said, giving her a friend-hug. Chantelle wiped the tear away, lifting her chin up.

“I’m so not crying! Don’t call me Channy too.”

“Hey, Channy means independent and friendly.” He teased.

“You googled it?” Chantelle asked in disbelief. “You’re such a stalker!”

“Am not! And you’re smiling.” Grinned Ares, as Chantelle turned away, attempting to wipe her smile away, but failing. “Carstairs strike one.”

“By the angel. Are Herondales always this weird?”

“You have no idea. Wait till I bring you hunting for ducks.”

“For the last time, I’m not hunting innocent creatures!”

“But ducks are no way innocent.”

“What? Are you like, being weird on purpose?”

Ares laughed. “It’s a long story.”