New story! Technically this is the second Fanfic I've written and the first to start being published so work with me here okay :)

I hope you enjoy it! This is just the prequel getting you prepared for the story. The next chapter will be up soon I promise; again be patient and this story will be great I can just feel it.

Enjoy

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"Expecting life to treat you well is foolish"

This was a proven fact.

And although at least 70% of the population at the school I attend would give me an imprudent answer protesting against that well known fact -or at least really strong opinion- There was no way that I, Clary Fray, would believe them. But if I was an ignorant beastling like those 70%, and hadn't been through what I had over the past years, I would probably agree. Though I would like to believe I wouldn't.

Because life is terrible. There is always, no matter where you live, an unjust system of law and equality. Deeming everyone responsible for something, even if it was out of their reach. And that was how everyone I knew, other than my family, treated me. Unlawfully and unequally compared to my older brother Jon.

Well, at least up until a year after I started High School.

It was almost like I had woken up one late August Sunday and saw everything more clearly.

And since then, everything started to change.

People suddenly started respecting me for who I was. Not just comparing me to my talented family. They started to see me instead of a smaller portioned mix of my brother's clever wit, my mother's adorn artistic style, and my father's intelligent notions.

I started to gain more friends, finally having a chance to use the unlimited texting my father had bought the family with the cheap cell phone plan we had for more than just my best friend Simon. I even managed to get myself a boyfriend. All of that was really surprising, but the most astonishing was the force that got Isabelle Lightwood to talk to me.

Yes you read this right; the loved and idolized Isabelle Lightwood talking to me of all people.

She might not have even glanced at me with my old status being so low. But everyone knew that she was vulnerable. So vulnerable that people didn't even mention it as a joke or try to use it against her. Vulnerable because her younger brother, Max, had been wrongfully murdered less than 2 years ago in a wrong place at the wrong time situation.

And to make matters worse her second brother Jace Herondale, worshiped and adored by girls, jealously scorned and envied by boys, had gone missing. Vanishing into thin air a year ago after being seen at his house just the night before. All that was left of her siblings was her oldest brother Alec; who seemed to be taking this dreadful circumstance a whole less harder than she was. But Alec wasn't the only shoulder she used to cry on.

She also, surprisingly, had me.

And even though I hadn't known her very well at the time, I did bizarrely understand her agony and suffering through an almost third eye I never realized was there. I was her escape, her addition to the family; filling in the empty void of her lost brothers. And although I would never know why Izzy had approached me when she had or why I felt such a strong aching to help her. It felt right; but also strange.

Supernatural even

It was almost as if I had acquired a phantoming presence. A presence that made others notice me. A presence that guided myself in the right direction.

The direction that made me want to make sure not only the Lightwoods were always safe but that I was as well.

Almost like I had obtained some sort of… I don't know

Guardian Angel