Hey reader! Ok so I'm currently working on The Angel Complex so this will not be as updated as often but I will finish it. The point of this story…or a collection of stories is to place Jace and Clary at the site of each fairytale because….first of all who hasn't heard of fairytales, they consist of the most basic components of love stories and epic with a hero or heroine, a villain and a plot. They're short and to the point and some…don't have a happy ending. But I love them anyway and I hope you guys do too. So to start off, my mom used to tell me this fairytale all the time when I was a kid- snow white and the seven dwarfs. P.s the story is warped a bit so it is different than the actual version!

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

She sat humming as she twirled her wrist, creating a new design of the white, unblemished canvas. She glanced out the window and was suddenly distracted by the view. Even if she had lived here since she was a child, the view of Idris during winter took her breath away.

Jocelyn Fray stared out of the Morgenstern Manor from which she could see the tiny points of witch lights making the city a sheet of stars on the ground. She sighed as she could feel the life still buzzing from the city. Idris never slept, it was a life within itself full of people and places that made it home.

She could hear the front door slam close and shivered. Her husband was home. What once was an occasion filled with joy and relief was now filled with fear. His return brought only a pain and a reminder to Jocelyn's heart as to the man whom she married was lost. He was cold and distant now, demanding of an heir soon to carry on his name.

She sighed as she felt the baby move inside of her and gently stroked her stomach to calm her. She prayed to the Angel that her daughter would have the strength to survive what lay in her future…her name…her destiny.

With her attention drawn away she was quite surprised when she pricked herself on the protruding metallic edge of a screw from the holder. She watched as the crimson drops of blood stained the crisp white sheet.

"May her hair be long and free, and as red as the blood that marks this canvas," she whispered, her eyes drifted to the cluster of herbs that grew at her windowsill, which provided health and life and inspiration to those who saw and used them. "May her eyes be as full of life as the plants on which we live and her skin be as unmarred as the canvas on which I paint."

Her prayers came true in the form of a baby girl that was born a few months later, with wild red hair and pure, green eyes. Her skin was pale without any blemishes. Her name was to be Clary after the herb but Valentine found that to be rather…improper and so he changed it to Clarissa.

They lived happily for a while, Valentine never really present for Clary's childhood but that didn't matter as long as her mother was there. Happiness doesn't last as long as it should have because when Clary was eleven, her mother died of illness. She just died, in bed without saying goodbye.

Clary was still dressed in white when her father announced his new bride. Aline was her name as her dark hair and dark eyes seemed to stare into Clary's mockingly, reminding her of the absence of her own mother.

Aline, as beautiful as she was, was tainted by her beauty. Her mind and heart was darkened with the vainness that was born from her looks. Her self obsession was fed by her dark secret, a magic mirror named Magnus.

Every night she would croon, "Looking-glass upon the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

In response he would announce, "You, my Aline, are fairest of all." This cycle would continue, feeding her ego while Clary suffered in the shadows.

It was in the garden where Clary spent most of her time, amidst the beautiful budding flowers of vibrant colors which were splashed upon her canvas. It was there that she met her first friend. He rode in on a horse…dragged in was more appropriate. He was the son of a king, wounded in a riding accident.

"It was painful to be dragged along the horse for days," he had said, "but when I saw your manor I knew it was the Morgensterns, my father is friends with them." Clary had been watching quietly in the background.

He was handsome, and of course like any other eleven year old she developed quite a crush on him, skirting around the hospital room. Until he finally caught her.

"What's your name?" He asked, catching her as she walked past, for the thirteenth time, his door. She stopped and stared, he was actually talking to her. "Well? I see you here all the time, aren't you going to answer or are you just too awestruck by me?" He smirked.

She could feel the heat rising to her face. "My name is Clary," she snapped, "and yes in fact I am awestruck that you still have the capacity to be as arrogant as you are after being dragged on a horse for a day!" She knew it was the wrong thing to say as she slapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh by the Angel I'm-"

To her surprise…he chuckled! "It's nice to know that not everyone is as stuck up here. I'm Jace…Herondale."

"The king's son, I know." He rolled his eyes.

"My name is Jace, not the king's son. Come in." She hesitantly stood at the door. "I'm not a monster Clary, come in. I can tell you are good company already." She sat awkwardly at his side as he pulled out a small knife and an apple. "Would you like a piece?" He asked, offering one.

She cautiously took it. The sweet juice flooded in her mouth as she chewed. It was a nice apple, red and hard and shiny. Delicious too, she decided. It was that moment that changed her relationship with Jace forever.

He would tell her of the gossip he heard in bed and the news from other kingdoms as she would tell him of the manor, of the stories her mother told her when she was a child, and of her step mother.

"She's a strange woman," he said, "always chanting something."

"Chanting something?" Clary was curious, although Aline had never really spoken to her, more like ignored her and bossed her around at times so she wasn't surprised that there were things Clary didn't know about her.

"Chanting…at night. It's very strange. She always does it after supper too." Clary shrugged it off as merely an oddity and enjoyed her time with Jace. It was a sad day when he had to leave.

He bent down on his new horse. "I'll see you again Clary, I'll make sure of it." She was filled with sadness as her heart broke but her cheeks blossomed a bright red, as red as the apple they shared when they first spoke.

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The conversation of her step mother's odd habits slipped her mind until her sixteenth birthday. Until then, Aline had been satisfied with the mirror's response of her fairness. But then after supper…

"Looking-glass upon the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

Magnus smirked a bit as now he answered "Aline, you are full fair, it's true but Clarissa fairer is than you." Her howl of rage could only be described as primal.

From that moment on, hatred sprung in Aline and wrapped it coils around her heart. Envy and anger clouding her judgment as she hated Clay, hated her with such a passion that she sent for a huntsman to rid of her.

Luke was a decent, honest man. He never wanted to kill another human being but with his financial difficulties…the salary Aline was offering was too tempting to turn down.

"Lead her into the forest without any wandering eyes. You must kill her and bring back her heart as a token to me." She said, her long white fingers clawing around the box she set for her heart. Luke nodded and went on his way.

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It wasn't hard to led her in the woods as she was already there, looking for berries for her paints. He stalked her, like a hunter would stalk game. She whirled around and screamed, startled and frightened to see him with a shining blade in his hand ready to sink it into her heart.

"M-My stepmother sent you didn't she?" Luke could only nod. He wasn't expecting such an…innocent looking young girl. Why he had a daughter the same age as she was, how could he be expected to kill her? "Please spare me?" Tears were flowing down her cheeks.

Luke shook his head, "I've been given a job-"

"To kill an innocent child! I have done nothing! Her hatred is unwarranted and my murder will be as well." Her eyes grew dark, "May the angels forgive you for this act of sin." His blade was shaking now. This never happened to him, he was always so sure…so confident.

He took a breath as he lowered the blade and Clary's chest heaved with relief. "Go on, run now," Luke urged, "Your stepmother is persistent with her goals run fast and hide well."

"May the angels bless you." Clary whispered before she ran off. Luke looked around and sighed. There was no way-

The distinct snort of a wild boar sounded behind a bush. Luke smiled suddenly as he hopped to his feet.

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"What a fantastic feast this is, isn't it darling?" Aline smiled affectionately at her husband as he nodded appreciatively. If only he knew what he was eating…with that thought Aline speared the rest of the heart and devoured it, smirking.

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Clary had heard of the demons that lurked the night. Now she was seeing them. Her feet carried her through the prickly branches and thick tree trunks, right into the faces of demons. She couldn't scream, she was too tired for that as her feet grew cut and dirty.

She trudged on, thinking she would die…and she would if she stopped. Her heart jumped with relief at the sight of a building…the first sign of civilization in…days…

The Institute was carved in the arched doorway. It looked like a church. Clary cautiously entered, her feet touching the cold marble floor. The pews and altar was there. She stepped slowly through the aisles….taking everything in. She brushed the designs of Michael and Raziel when suddenly-

Click, her finger pressed Raziel's sword and there was a whirring noise. Panicked, Clary jumped back. The wall opened to an-elevator. Clary bit her lip, her step mother already wants to kill her so what more would more people do?

There was only one button and Clary waited anxiously in the elevator to bring her up. It was a home, a nice and cozy one at that. There was no one there, the rooms devoid of human presence. Clary quickly made her a sandwich in the fully stocked kitchen and went to rest on the beds. Unknown to her, the owners had already arrived while she was asleep.

"What the hell? Alec get over here! There's someone in my bed!" Isabelle snapped, waking Clary up. She gaped at the sight of the girl in front of her, frozen in shock and fear. Alec arrived and stared at Clary while Max, Maryse and Robert got to the room.

"Who are you?" Alec demanded. Clary took a breath. Was it safe to trust these people? They could be working for my stepmother….but judging by the looks on their faces, she decided to tell the truth. So she told them, who she was how her mother had died and Aline had taken over. She told them about Luke and how now Aline plotted to kill her.

They were all gaping at her by the time she was done. Maryse straightened up.

"It is our job to help those in need, you are welcome to stay in a room of the Institute."

The sealed the deal, Clary finally had a home. Soon she began training with Alec and Isabelle, reading manga with Max and just…belonging.

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"Looking-glass upon the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

"Aline, though your beauty is rare, Clarissa still lives and in the Institute she prepares, for your wicked plans because she is more fair."

Aline gritted her teeth and refrained from smashing the glass. She was still alive? How could that be? Her mind turned hazy with rage. If you want something done, you have to do it yourself. She thought bitterly. There was only one place for beauty in this world, and it wasn't going to be her insolent step daughter.

She grabbed the tattered gray cloaked and rushed out the door.

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"You will marry her Jonathan." Stephan's voice thundered through the hall, the servant scattered around in fear. Jace sighed.

"Her incessant talking will bore me to death before I even get the chance to walk down the aisle."

"Now Jace," his mother, always the gentle one, "let us talk about this before you do anything rash-"Jace sighed.

"May I be excused?" He didn't wait for an answer as he headed for his room, slamming the door. He knew he was acting childish but how could he ever even consider marrying Kaelie when he was still thinking about someone else…his eyes drifted to the apple sitting on his desk. He had requested a fresh one be put there since 5 years ago.

Clary, he mused as he took a bite, fresh juice spilling everywhere, I have to visit her…soon.

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"Doors remain locked at all times, don't open them for anyone only the angel knows what your stepmother is planning…" Maryse shook her head. She and Roberts had to attend a Clave meeting while Isabelle and Alec were going hunting. I, being not fully trained yet was forced to remain at home while Max got to go to a sleepover.

"Alright, I understand Maryse." I sighed as I opened the door for them, "have fun." I waved to them all and bolted the door, a sound of finality to the empty house. I turn around and began to read a book.

I was pretty hungry by the time nine rolled around but when I reached into the cupboards there was a knock on the door. I slowly made my way to the door, peeking through the peephole. There was an old woman there and she met my eyes and smiled, holding up a wicker basket. I bit my lip contemplating the choices.

"Apples for sale!" Her voice rang through the door. Apples…those reminded me of…I opened the door and a bright shiny apple as being shoved in my face. "Here, dearie, a bright, beautiful apple for a beautiful girl." I looked at the apple, it was an odd on, half was white and the other a scarlet red.

"How do I know that it's a….good apple?" I asked. She took out a blade and sliced it in half. She took the white half and chewed on it.

"It's sweet, I just picked them myself. Here, try them!" I hesitantly picked up the bright red one and took a bite.

The world swirled under me and swept me off my feet as I gasped. Through my disoriented vision I could see the old woman throw off her cloak and cackled. It was my stepmother. I opened my mouth to talk but my voice couldn't seem to work.

"Who's the fairest now?" She taunted and ran off as I escaped into the folds of blackness.

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"What do you mean she's not here?" I demanded. Valentine shrugged.

"She ran off a few days ago."

"You didn't look for her?" My temper and panic rising.

"She is not my responsibility anymore." His bored tone infuriated me as I stormed out of the hall. I slammed the door in one of the random rooms and turned around. It was a bedroom, judging by the girly scent, a woman's bedroom. Not my Clary, no, she would never sleep in a room this…gaudy.

I looked in distaste at the multiple shades of purple that dominated the room. There was one single thing that wasn't purple thought, a silver, gilded mirror. I walked over and to m surprise the surface rippled and….a face appeared.

"Who are you?" It asked. A looking glass that could talk? What the-?

"I'm Jace Herondale-"

"Ahh yes, Jace. The son of the sun upon which the kingdom's future is done. Looking for your love Jace?"

"Do you know where she is?"

"It depends on what you ask. Do you want to know where she is…or do you want to know where her murderer is?" My breath caught in my throat. Murderer? No, no she couldn't be- I swallowed.

"Where is Clary?"

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She looked peaceful, laying there. No amount of magic would cure her. Isabelle sniffed into Alec's collar.

"The burning will take place in a few minutes." Maryse's soft voice broke the silence. Robert's hand was shaking as he held the torch. "Any last words?"

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He was running as fast as he could, he couldn't let her die, couldn't leave her body, o. His mind flashed with all the memories of Clary, her bright beautiful hair, her green eyes, her bad temper, her sassy attitude, she couldn't be dead!

The branches whipped at his body but he urged his horse on, he couldn't give up…for Clary.

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"Clary you were my-" Isabelle's voice broke off in a pained sigh as she pressed on to continue, "my best friend. You were the one willing to try my food…or help me improve it at least. You were more than just a shopping buddy or a food critique, you were my friend and for this, I am sorry that I wasn't there."

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He had to make it, he was so close….

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"Clary, thank you for helping me read my manga, I don't think I would ever me introduced to so many- CRASH! Everyone turned to see who barged in. Jace leaned over breathing heavily and all of their eyes widened.

"Jace what the hell-" Alec started.

"Clary, where is she?" Was all he said. His eyes met the altar and his feet seemed to pull him there. She looked…like she was sleeping, laying there in an all white gown. She looked like an angel. He leaned down.

"Oh Clary…" he breathed and slowly his lips met hers.

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Darkness….there was darkness and then warmth…then there came light. I couldn't breath and I choked and sputtered until the thing dislodged from my throat. There was a gentle hand patting my back and I opened my eyes to find a pair of golden ones staring down at me.

"Jace…" I breathed, My hand gently touching his fae. He seemed unreal. "What happened?" He shook his head and rested his forehead against mine.

"You're with me, that's all that matters." With that, he touched my lips against his.

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"Wait so I was poisoned with an apple?" Clary said in disbelief. They all nodded. "Wow…I can't believe I went down that easy!" Jace chuckled.

"Only you would say that." He had his arm pulled tightly around her. He was finally happy, happy to be with the woman he loved and to be with his old friends. She looked up at him, and smirked.

"You know you love me."

"I do." He murmured with complete seriousness. There were groans of disgust as their lips met but they faded away to a world of their own.

"Hey whatever happened to Aline?" Jace smirked against Clary's lips and pulled away.

"I have an old friend taking care of that."

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Aline rushed into her bedroom, eager to find out the results of her little…scheme. She froze when she walked in. Her spell book-open the mirror-on the floor.

"Ahh…the years in that cramped space. Don't you know how hard it is to achieve true feng shui when your home is a 6 by foot mirror?" A voice came from behind her. She whirled around, her voice stuck in her throat at a very tall man with bright, spiky hair.

He sighed and stretched. "God it feels good to get out of there." He looked at her. "Well thanks Aline for all of your…help I guess. I'll see you on the other side." With that he winked and gracefully jumped off the windowsill and onto the soft grass below.

Aline was still in shock. She clutched at her chest as she fell with a dull thud on the floor.

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"Jace what did you do?" Clary asked. He smirked even more.

"Alec…have you ever thought about having a boyfriend?"

Review, do you think I should continue? I think I might do Cinderella next so stick around!