Authors Note:
So, this is my newest story, and I know I was going to wait until I finished my other stories before I posted it, but I was so into it that I just couldn't wait. I was inspired by the Olympics, and I'm super sad they are over, but I can't wait for the Winter Olympics in just two years! Now, I am not a guru on these two sports, I have no knowledge of them, so please don't rip me a new one if I get some things wrong! This is purely fiction, and I had to write my thoughts into a story! I'm not sure how many chapters this story will be, but this is full of Clace and potentially some other ships, but mainly Clace.
Fun fact about my writing, I will never have a major character death, or have any of my ships not end up together. They may go through a rough patch, but no relationship is perfect, even in fiction. That might be a spoiler for some of you who read this, but if you read my other stories, there is always a happy ending, because I'm a sap for a happily ever after.
Disclaimer - I only own the plot of this story, and possibly some minor characters, but the main characters belong to Cassandra Clare. Her beautiful mind is the reason I get to write with these characters in the first place! I also don't own the Olympics, or these sports. I am simply using what others have created and putting my own spin on things!
I hope you all enjoy Olympic Dreams, and let me know what you think! :)
Chapter One
Clary POV:
My name is Clary Fray and I'm 16 years old. I am currently living my dream of competing at the Olympics in Figure Skating. It's been my dream every since I laced up my very first pair of skates. It took working my ass off for 10 years to get to where I am at today, and I can't even begin to express how much this means to me.
My mom has been my coach for the past 7 years, and she's the best coach I could ever ask for. Being an ice skater herself, she knows exactly what I need to improve on, and what needs to be added to make my routine more difficult, and more likely to win. She could be hard, and very critical, but she knew what she was talking about, and I knew she was only trying to help. When I had made it to the Olympics I was thrilled. I immediately started spending 8 hours a day at the rink getting my routine perfect. I wanted that gold medal, and I was going to do everything in my power to get it. I was the amateur surrounded by a bunch of pros, so it was intimidating when everyone around me was so much more experienced than me, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I was going to prove them all wrong.
I was listening to my music when suddenly my ear buds were pulled out. I looked up and saw my mom standing there with an agitated look on her face.
"What's up mom?" I said as I put my phone away.
"You're next, and you aren't even getting ready." She said and I stood up, and started making my way to the rink.
"I'm ready mom. I've been preparing for this moment for years. I got this." I said and I took off my jacket and handed it to her just than the announcer called my name. I smiled at my mom and skated out on the ice. The lights dimmed and my music started, and I was ready to kill my performance.
Jace POV:
My name is Jace Herondale, and I'm 17 years old. And I'm currently on the Great Britain Olympics Snowboarding team. I've been dreaming about this moment since I started snowboarding. Growing up close to the mountains, I would always go out with my father and practice until I couldn't see two feet in front of me. It was something that I knew I wanted to do forever. When I made the Olympic team, I nearly cried. And I don't cry. I was so pumped. I immediately started spending every waking minute out on the mountain perfecting my craft and doing everything in my power to win a gold medal for my country and for myself.
I'm currently sitting on a bench waiting for my name to be called so I can take my turn on the half pipe. I'm listening to music and bouncing my leg up and down when my ear buds were ripped out, and I looked up and my dad didn't look too pleased.
"What's wrong?" I said and he seemed to get more annoyed.
"What's wrong? You're up next and you aren't getting ready. We didn't spend the last couple years working our asses off for you to be unprepared."
"Dad, I am prepared. I got this." I said as the announcer called my name. I put my phone away and grabbed my snowboard and made it to the entrance of the half pipe. I strapped my feet in, buckled my helmet, and put my goggles on. I took a deep breath, and inched closer and closer to the edge. I was ready to kill my performance.
