𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐂━━━ shadowhunters

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱𝐱.━━━ children please

"I need to be alone." Kiara's own voice echoed in her mind. She did need to be alone. She spent the whole of yesterday- since she ran- thinking about everything that has happened since she and Clary ran into the Shadowhunters. It wasn't hard to grasp but it left her a lot of questions about her past. So her parents... were actually her adoptive parents. Then there was her- 'history'- but the most painful part... Kiara closed her eyes and pushed away the memory of the lifeless brown eyes looking up at her in horror. It was too obvious she wasn't a Shadowhunter, at least not in whole, so what washer place in the Shadow World? Kiara got up and ran her fingers through her black tresses. I have to remember: More, something, anything.

So far she saw memory fragments when she was asleep, exhausted, shook by rune energy or in contact with a person from her past. Kiara had no chance of any of those, right now. Hissing in frustration and muttering meaningless nothings under her breath. Right... An idea sprung into action, what if she could trigger memories through objects. Kiara intended to pull the ring off her finger but found herself unsheathing her dual kindjals. Kiara frowned and tossed them in the air. Glinting wickedly in a sheen of gold against the sun's rays, they streamlined dangerously back to her. Kiara caught the left one and the right blade embedded itself onto the cracked cement, beside her boot.

Holding the lone blade, along her left forearm, she drew a imaginary line down the spine of the blade, cautiously. Kiara didn't notice before but a etched onto the adamas was a Latin inscription. How did she know it was Latin, Kiara assumed she must have learnt it only to forget it.

'Deficere et cadere, sed resurgere' Hodge murmured, flipping one of the twin blades in the palm of his hand. 9 year old Kiara, watched her mentor from where she stood, strapping her leather half-finger gloves.

"What does that mean?" Kiara walked over to Hodge, admiring the weapons in his hands. Hodge held one out to her and pointed out the Latin wording on its spine.

"Fail and fall, but rise again. Has your brother not taught you Latin yet?" Hodge questioned, Kiara shrugged.

"We're still finishing up on Chthonian, he thought it was better to learn that first since I need it for my spells. But...I did try drawing up an alphabet." Hodge scowled, when she uttered the name of the demon language but Kiara didn't see this. Hodge let her take the dual kindjals in her hands and gripped their hilts. Familiarity was evident when Kiara held it, they were much easier to handle than the standard seraph blades, she used in training.

"It's the Fairchild family motto." Kiara looks at him with furrowed brows. Hodge smiled grimly, "They a... They belonged to your mother."

"Does that mean they belong to me, now?" Kiara takes an experimental swing and tried a disarming maneuver with her imaginary opponent.

"When your 18, yes." Kiara frowned.

"So, why are you giving me these now-" Hodge knocked the blades out of her hands and flung expertly upwards, so the kindjals sank into the top most space in the wall. Almost reaching the ceiling, far beyond her reach. "Hey! What was that for?" Kiara exclaimed. Hodge chuckled and tossed her a crossbow, Kiara deftly grabbed it and armed it with a bolt.

"Motivation," Hodge explained, "If you can prove to me that you can handle all types of weapons from your everyday seraph blade to a bow and arrow. Your reward is your own weapon." Hodge gestured at the blades clinging to the wall. "I only brought them here to see if you possessed the same liking, your mother took to it." He walked across the warehouse floor, to the lever which would activate the straw dummies which would circle Kiara, either speeding toward or away from her. If she could shoot them all, where the heart would be, she can move on.