Jade Goldhawk was there for the dark war, she was thirteen at the time. She remembered the horrors, demons and fairfolk killing her kind left and right. Her older brother, Quinton died in that war. He was eighteen. The same age as Alec Lightwood.
Jade had always admired Alec, after she saw the way he fought in the war. She also admired Clary Fairchild and Jace Herondale. Alec still took the lead. She sometimes thought of him, what he might be doing, how he and his boyfriend, Magnus, were doing, and if he remembered her at all.
She and her family had been visiting the New York Institute for a Christmas ball and Alec had asked her to dance. She, being the silly fourteen year old that she was, jumped at the chance, elated by the fact that she would get to dance with her role model. It was a silly, but fun memory to look back on, and she often did so while getting ready in the morning.
"Jade, Jade, Jade!" Shade shook herself out of the daydream,
"What, Caleb?" she asked turning around, to find her twin brother holding a wet bloodied towel to his lip.
"Caleb, what did you do?" Jade shook her head at him.
"I got into a little skirmish with Amy, I called her a pig and she punched me." He shrugged. Amy was Caleb's parabati, they had an interesting relationship to say the least.
"Unbelievable."
"I know right?" Caleb threw his hands in the air,
"I wasn't talking about her being unbelievable. I was talking about you." Shook her head again. Sometimes she found in hard to believe they were related. Sure, they both had the same tawny hair, freckles and amber eyes, but that was where the similarities ended. Caleb was sarcastic, and somewhat vacuous at times, Jade tended to be more logical, when she wasn't being completely reckless that was, it seemed they did have more in common than she thought. Caleb was still a scatterbrain though.
"Anyways, can I borrow your stele?"
"Don't you have yours?"
"Annie broke it." Caleb looked at her sheepishly. Jade let out an exasperated groan, and handed over her stele, a gift from her grandmother last Christmas. She was relatively surprised she hadn't lost or broken it yet. She watched Caleb draw an iratze on himself. Almost immediately the cut on his lip began to close.
"Thanks sis," and with that Caleb was out the door.
Jade glanced at her clock, 8:47. She hurried down the stairs of the Chicago Institute, dodging the cat, Mouse on her way down. "Stupid cat," she murmured almost tripping over him when he plopped down right in her path.
"Jade! There you are, I forgot to tell you, the Dragonways are coming for a visit, they have a son, Jason, I think, anyways he's seventeen so just yours and Calebs age!" Jade's mother, Meagan Goldhawk smiled at her daughter.
Dragonway, it was said that Silas Dragonway was the last Shadowhunter to kill a dragon demon. It was a nice thought.
"When?" Jade questioned
"Today." Her mother replied heading off in the direction of her father's office.
Today?! Jade silently shouted. Was she living with a group of idiots? It might have been nice to know that one of the oldest Shadowhunter families would be invading her home for how long? Realizing her mother hadn't told her she raced down the hall to gather more information.
