Disclaimer: Please note I do not own the Mortal Instruments series, Cassandra Clare does. I own these fuzzy socks! Also seeing as this is my first fanfiction I invite you to leave Helpful criticism.

Clary P.O.V

Eighteen years, the number of years I've been alive, the number of years I've been overprotected by my family. Of course I know the reason for the overprotectiveness, but a girl can wish for a little freedom.

From the moment I was born, my lifeline was one of my family's ancient relics. Handed down from my great, great grandpa was a glass heart. It is made of clear, pink glass and is about the size of my mother's new brooch. Every one of my dresses, T-shirts and tank tops have a small pocket, practically invisible, on my right side over my heart. That is where my heart is kept.

My thoughts were cut off by my mother bursting into my room, with a panicked look on her face. Although as her eyes landed on me, I could see the worry vanish. She sped over to me like she normally did and said:

"I was so worried, I couldn't find you anywhere!" She let out a breath of relief.

I gave her a dubious look and said:

"Mom calm down, I was just in here not a big deal."

At that my mother gave her best serious face:

"Clary, you know what a fragile condition you're in, and we are simply worried about you!"

That what she always says. We have this exact conversation plural times a day. She will tell me it is important that I stay safe because of my "condition". I know she is right, it just seems so frustrating.

I take one second to examine her facial features. My mom looks like an older version of me. She has forest green eyes and curly orange hair, although she has mastered how to tame it, on the other hand I have not. My mother is gorgeous and I wish I will look like her someday. She tells me all the time how beautiful I am, but for some reason I find myself doubting her.

After my long train of thought I snap back to attention just I time to hear my mom tell me that lunch is ready. I smile a large, happy, real smile at her, and stand up to head for the dinning room.

As we enter the dining room, I can see various stages of worry lines disappear from my father's face. He looks me over to ensure I am ok and then smiles. Dad seems to look better with age, as does mom. King Luke and Queen Jocelyn are a symbol of Idris's peace. They are the best rulers yet. They are so well respected, and they have such a good hold on the way they want to run their country.

My dad looks from me to my mother with a loving expression, and then he looks solely at my mother, tilts his head and says:

"Where did you find her Love?"

My mom gives him a happy smile

"She was in her room again!"

He then looked at me with concern in his eyes.

"Are you ok sweetheart?"

I give him a sarcastic look and reply:

"You guys, I am completely fine, and you don't need to worry so much about me!"

He gave me a small smile and looked down at my dress. He gave it a once over and then asked.

"Did you make that new dress?"

I beamed at him and replied

"Yes, I spent all afternoon finishing it papa, and Thank you."

He gave me his "I love you to the moon and back" smile and we sat down to eat lunch.

During the meal we talked politics and started thinking of events we could give the public in order to keep them happy. As lunch ended we all stood and Papa came over to give me a big hug. I smiled up at him like I was six again and he stared back like the proud dad he was. I grabbed Moms hand and we started walking towards the door. Just as we reached for the door handle we heard.

BANG!

I stared at Papa and asked

"Dad what's going on?"

Another BANG came and then another, more insistent and more powerful than the last one. We stood still and terrified. A guard burst in and turned towards my mother and father. He was wearing standard uniform but his helmet was missing. The look on his face was crazed. And when he spoke his voice was like gravel grating together. When he spoke, he only said two words, two words that made me more confused than I have ever been in my entire life.

"He's Come!"

Thank you for reading. Who is this mysterious being, what will happen next. I will have the next chapter up as soon as possible.