Isabella paused mid-sentence through the page that she was reading.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Circe, or in the more modern tongue  celest a dark fairy. The mother of the nith children and the darkest of all. Maybe even darker than hell itself. She is born of fire and sin..An offset of balance. Her hate far beyond any that is impeccable to others. Beware of her dark purple wings that can mesmerize a being within a second, and take from it what she will. Her heart frozen over with time from the years spent secluded on an island. So much time that her hate had delved deep inside her soul, and her children carry that hate at an even worse extent. Beware of the seas of black that appear as a mass of nith children for then one is truly cursed to see hell early in the afterlife." </span>At that she slammed the book down. It made a hollow sound that became resonant around the library disturbing the very few guests that pertained there. The fell in such a way that itâ€™s back was facing her, and the pages were flat to the floor. Of course she was going to get reprimanded for this but all she could do at the moment is back into the bookshelf and bring a hand to her forehead to stop the various images that passed through her brain all at once. Images that should of long ago been forgotten. The pain reverberated through her body with such a force that she fell to her knees. Naturally this event shouldnâ€™t have happened and yet it did. The question was why did reading such material hurt her?<br/><br/>She shook as her hand reached down and folded the book back to the way it was supposed to be. Fear dripping through her veins like poison. Her hand shook as she reached over to the shelf that she took the book from and placed the book spine out- itâ€™s golden lettering on the spine sticking out around the books with black lettering. She heaved a sigh of relief as she turned from the way she had came but was stopped by voices at the largest table in the library. In fact it reminded her that there was supposed to be a clave meeting today, and here she was an underage shadow hunter roaming the library like a rebel. That just wasnâ€™t like her, and she didnâ€™t want to get caught free roaming there was defiantly harsh punishments for under age shadow hunters listening in on clave meeting. So far she had managed to escape these punishments by avoiding the library when clave meetings happen. This time her luck had run out, and now she had to sit here her back against a book case listening because she had no other choice.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" The Child does not know his LINEGE. How can you already call the kid a traitor?" </span>Mrs. Roswel slammed her fist down on the table. Of course Isabella would know Elizabethâ€™s mom because she sounded exactly like her daughter.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Dare not speak. This is fact , we may be losing a trusted Shadow Hunter that proved promising over A TRAITORâ€™S CHILD. I will not HAVE IT. He is  A TRAITOR AND AS SUCH SHOULD BE TREATED AS ONE."  </span>Isabella stayed quit as she heard her uncle who was atrocious at any point in time, and went against anything that the clave wanted to do. Some might say her uncle was rather a stickler but at the moment she couldnâ€™t wrap her figure around whom they were talking about.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Do not speak so foully of an Innocent being. Yes he is born to a traitorâ€¦but you know as well as I do that does not deem him a traitor. He was raised by a very strong friend of the clave once his father was found to be a traitor. In fact he has absolutely no clue of whom his real mother is. Just the one that he seems to falsely  remember who she is. Since his father did take his mother as a captive it would of been wrong to leave the child abandoned as he was. Just as well we tried to send him of Carithia Lightwood and her husband but at the time they would have none of it. In actuality their daughter was even more troublesome than they could of imagined. So I ask you a traitor is not born a traitor. A traitor is made. Therefor under my Law of cosodolence he is therefor in his rightful place a Shadow Hunter under this clave. If you have an objection please object now or forever hold your peace?" </span>She recognized Arleenâ€™s soft yet stern voice like the always loving mother that she was.  If she had the time she would knew immediately who they were speaking about but at the moment her head was still from the shock that it had moments before. No one objected and so the clave jury left. Arleen with it.<br/><br/>Isabella took this time to walk slowly out of the library. Being all too careful of the steps she took. Her mother had declined an adoption because of her? Did that make her selfish? Or just an idiotic , stubborn child? She took her steps slowly towards her room the thoughts juggling to through her head like wild. When at last she made it to her well apartment rather. Her hand forced her unlocked door open and she heaved a sigh as the shock of breathing over took her ears. It must of been Brian because if it wasnâ€™t she would be really shocked, and just about ready to give in to any damage. Which was very unlike her.<br/><br/>She tip-toed over to Brian and looked at his sleeping form. A hand unconiously running through his hair. Then she wandered over to her bed and passed out. Before she knew it she was awoken by a loud scream from the kitchen.<span style="font-style: italic"> "NOBODY TOLD ME HE COULDNâ€™T COOK!!" </span>She groggily got up and exited her room and headed to the mini kitchen off her living room to see her demon cat that she adopted on one their missions This cat was a two tailed orange and white cat that almost resembled a tiger with the dark orange rings, and stripes across its fur. The cat was a girl, a female, and a old deity to a temple long forgotten.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Teza Calm down. Iâ€™ll cook for you." </span>Then she looked up at Brian eyes in shock as the toaster was smoking.<span style="font-style: italic">"OK so you do realize all you had to do was feed her a raw steak?"</span>She rubbed her eyes waiting for a reply from Brian.