Not your Mundane

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Raleigh's POV

I wake up.
But I'm not in my room.

I stand up frantically, looking around, trying to capture the room's design correctly.
It's a smaller room, with dark wood flooring, a king-size bed, a dresser, a mirror, and a bookshelf.

I locate the door, hidden slightly by a tapestry of a family with very good looks. The initials were W.H, T.H, L.H, and J.H.
I knock loudly on the door before I realise that it's locked from the outside.

"Hey!" I scream. "Let me out of here!"

Footsteps rush by the door, with the sound of laughing.
"Hey! What the hell? This is not a laughing matter! I've been kidnapped!"

The door opens, making me trip slightly.
"Kidnapping is a strong word if you ask me," the boy from yesterday says as he walks in.
I step back, trying to ready myself just in case I need to use self-defence.

"My name is Antony Blackthorn Mendoza-Kingson."
He sticks out his hand. It's covered with a familiar tattoo that resembles an eye. His last names also found very familiar but I can't name it.
"Raleigh Merton," I reply.
I shake his hand suspiciously, not fully trusting him.

Antony sighs, retracting his hand.
"Adele! Miach! Do come in. She seems not to be at peace with me."
I step on his foot angrily, watching as the two girls from yesterday walk in.

The redhead is wearing all black clothes, almost like exercise clothes. Is she emo or something? The blue/blonde, she is wearing a floral skirt, ivory blouse, and black combat boots.

"Don't call me Miach, Kier," the blonde says.
She pushes Antony out of the room and shuts the door.
I think I might like this girl.

"Fine!" He calls. "I'm going to find Luke and Tavvy! Don't do anything stupid!"
"How can I?" the blue/blonde replies. "You're taking all the stupid with you!"
Antony leaves, laughing maniacally down the hallway.

"So you're Miach?" I ask, slightly confused.
The redhead starts chuckling as the blue/blonde turns a shade of pink.
"It's Rosalie Blackthorn Mendoza-Kingson," she says. Her blonde hair is now covering her face.
I nod, gesturing to the redhead.
"Adele Herondale," she mutters.

Herondale? I wonder. Where have I heard that name before?

"Rosalie," I say. "Why did your brother kidnap me?"
Adele shrugs.
"He thinks that you're like us," Rosalie explains.
"He thinks that I am in a cult with weird tattoos?"

I gesture to their tattoos and the various weapons that are spread around the room.
Adele and Rosalie both burst out laughing, and I cross my arms.

"We're Shadowhunters, Raleigh," Adele says. "Half-human, half-angel."

I freeze.
All the memories start invading my brain, from reading about Tessa Gray and her adventures in the 1800s to Emma Carstairs in 2012.
I glance up at the tapestry. The initials now match the face recognition. W.H, T.H, L.H, and J.H.
William Herondale, Tessa Herondale, Lucie Herondale and James Herondale.
They're real?

Rosalie watches me.
"Are you okay, Raleigh?"
I nod.
"I just feel so dumb. I should've recognised the Voyance rune on Adele's left hand and the Parabatai rune on your wrist. Is Antony your Parabatai?"

Both of their mouths drop with shock.
"How did you know that?" Rosalie asks.
She clutches her wrist anxiously.

I sigh.
"There are stories written about your ancestors. Theresa Gray, Cordelia Carstairs, Clary Fairchild, Emma Carstairs, Drusilla Blackthorn, Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Simon Lovelace. The author Cassandra Clare claims that you all are real-"
I watch as Adele starts panting.