---------------Cecilia's PoV--------------
Just as fandoms had ruled Izzy's life, so they ruled her death. She had requested in her will (which we found duct taped to her trunk) that she be salted and burned, like in Supernatural, and that we all wear white, like in Mortal Instruments. White wasn't really my colour, but I honestly couldn't care less. That was my sister and best friend lying in that coffin, and I was just trying to hold back the tears.
The service was torture, people who I didn't know made speeches about how Izzy was a "charismatic girl" and she "died for her friends". They were wrong. She died because I wasn't fast enough when blocking a simple body-bind curse.
She should never have died.
I should have died.
Well that was depressing!
I guess it's traditional to thank everyone who helped me with this book, to I would like to thank:
1. My legs for supporting me
2. The arms for always being by my side
3. My fingers for always pointing me in the right direction
4. My hips for never lying
And I guess Sybilla for showing me wattpad and all.
And so, for the last time,
Peace out my snugglemuffins,
Sparky xx