Echoes of Light - Alec Lightwood

The rhythmic clash of swords cut through the quiet of the training hall in Idris. Seraphina stood still, poised and unyielding, her focus entirely on the Clave warrior before her. His strikes were strong, confident, but predictable. She moved with precise fluidity, her blade a silent extension of her will, disarming him in a single, effortless motion.
She stood over him, silent and still. The door creaked open, and Damien Knight, a familiar Clave member, stepped inside.
"You're eighteen tomorrow," Damian's voice was clear, devoid of emotion. "You'll transfer to an Institute. The Clave has deemed it time for you to take on field missions. Your training here is over."
Seraphina didn't move or speak. She knew what was coming. Eighteen. The age when the quiet isolation of her existence would be replaced with something far more dangerous. "You'll be accompanied by Mrs. Lightwood," he added. "She'll guide you through the Institute and show you the roots there—your role, your place."
She simply nodded, her eyes focused on the sword in her hand. Damien lingered, then left, leaving her alone once more. Tomorrow, she would step into a world long kept from her. But for now, the silence was all she knew.
