SUMMARY: Clary Fray, the farmers daughter, lives in the secluded village of Idris with her best friend Simon Lewis, local shepard. Every day is much like the previous, nothing really happening. Untill war comes to their country, and when war comes, everything changes. MATURE CONTENT. AU, AH set somewhere between the 13th century and the 16th. Also set in a little world of my own creation, so not earth

CHAPTER 1

***CLARY***

Clary Fray jumped awake just as the sun peeked over the horizon. Knowing her father would get onto her should she sleep in again, she jumped off her straw bed and pulled on a fresh pair of trousers and a white shirt.

Clary hurried down stairs, her bare feet slapping agianst the hard planks of the stairs. She knew she had to do her morning chores before breakfast.

Slipping on thick socks and boots, Clary hurried to feed the chikens and milk the cow.

Clary felt the crisp morning air sting her face slightly and she could see the figure of Sebastian, their farmhand coming over the hill that was just outside the fence.

Her father, Luke, had hired Sebastian last year to help on the farm since him and Clary's mother, Jocelyn, didn't have any sons.

Clary turned away and went to the chicken pen, spreading the corn seeds along the ground for them. Once that was settled, she stepped into the barn to see her father already sitting at the cow with a bucket. Clary remembered when she had named the cow Mama.

"Good Morrow father", she said, "I had thought it was my chore to milk Mama in the morn?"

"This morn I shall do so", he said without looking away from his task, "I have fed the pigs as well. Do fetch the water though. Your mother shall be done with breakfast within the hour. Also, pray tell, have you sighted Sebastian this morn?"

"Aye, father, he climps the hill as we speak"

"Good"

Knowing the conversation was over, Clary hurried to the small well her father had dug a little ways from the house. It almost looked as nice as the bigger one in town that the salespeople used.

Clary grabbed the bucked attached to a rope and lowered it into the well, repeating the process with the second bucket. Grabbing them, she hurried back to the house, eager for breakfast.

She looked up at the house her father had built sixteen years ago for him and her mother. Unlike most houses in their area, it had two floors, three if you were to count the cellar. The first was the main room with the fireplace that heated the whole house and in the back was a small kitchen that Clary's mother spent most of her time in. The second had two rooms, one for Clary and the other for her parents.

Clary set down a bucket to open the heavy oak door and set the water besie the fireplace. She stepped into the kitchen, stepping over their two big workdogs, Raziel and Gabriel.

"Ah, Clarissa dear. Did I not remind you to dawn your new dress?", her mother scolded from where she was preparing breakfast.

"I did not wish to dirty my newest dress, mother", Clary protseted, "And harvasting season approches. Father will have me work in the field with Sebastian"

Her mother sighed, "I do wish thee would take part in activities such as the village girls. Thou needs a friend"

"I do have a friend Mum", Clary said, "What of Simon? Or Sebastian?", Simon had been Clary's best freind since she could remember. He was the shepared for the village, living with his mother. His older sister had married last spring and was with child, living with her husband. His father had died some years ago.

Jocelyn smiled softly, "I do mean a woman friend, someone to knit stockings for my grandchildren with, or to cook meals for thou husbands.

Clary thought, "What of the blacksmith's daughter, Isabelle? We are on good terms"

"The only words you speak to the girl are when you father sends you to town for a tool"

Clary shrugged, "She has never attempted conversing with me"

"And that is why THEE must make HER a friend. Things such as theese often do not happen on their own"

Before Clary could say more, her father came inside, "What mighten thou beautiful maidens be speaking of this morn?", he smiled warmly.

"Clarissa needs a woman friend, something more than Simon the Shepard", Jocelyn said.

Her father grunted, "At this stage, Clarissa needs to be looking for a suitable husband. I shant be strong much longer"

"Father! Do not speak of such things! You shall be young and strong for years more, I am sure", Clary said as she got the wood plates from a capinet.

Her father chuckled and sat at the table made for four. Sebastian walked inside next, "Be it wistfull thinking that I heard 'husband'?", he grinned at Clary.

Her father nodded, "Tis not wistful thinking; Clarissa needs a husband by spring"

Sebastian sat down and took a deep breath, "Breakfast this morn smells like food right from our lord, just as each morn, Mum", he said to Jocelyn. Both he and Simon adressed her as Clary did, formalities long past.

She smiled and set down chopped potatoes, bacon and corn bread, only nodding her head in thanks.

Once prayer was said, Clary dug in, eager to be finished and visit Simon. "Who might be some suitable husbands for my daughter, might you think?", Jocelyn asked Luke.

"There be Sebastian, of course. Or in town, Alec Lightwood, the blacksmith's son. Of course, Simon always is an option"

Clary chocked on her bacon, "Father! Simon is only a close friend!", her face grew bright red.

Luke chuckled and shook his head knowingly. Clary looked to her Mum, who had the same knowing look about her. Confused, Clary stood up, having finished her breakfast, "Beg you pardon", she said, "Might I go to visit Simon, Father?", she asked.

"Be your chores done", he said.

Clary nodded and hurried off.

***TIME SKIP***

Clary ran up the hill to Simon's house. Knocking on the door, she waited for an answer.

His mother came to the door, "Clarissa! Simon be in the field with his sheep already. He be waiting", she winked.

"Many thanks", she said, even more confused.

Clary set off for the feild where Simon spent his days watching his flock of thirty sheep. She found him sitting under the large oak tree that was near the edge of the field. A forest surrounded it.

Simon wore simple trousers that came to his ankles and a white button up shirt with a leather vest, barefoot as usual. He stood up and embraced Clary with a grin, "Ah, tis a fine day when I am allowed to set eyes upon my favorite Strawberry", he laughed.

"I am not a strawberry, Simon", she scolded him. He smiled,

"But you are my strawberry", he insisted. Clary rolled her eyes and sat next to him beneath the tree. He chuckled and pulled her into his lap. Clary curled into him and let him play with her hair, watching the sheep eat the grass.

About an hour later, they stood up upon seeing and small figure race towards them. Soon they were able to make out the breathless form of Max Lightwood.

"Hark! Hark!", he shouted, "Kings soldiers in the village! Kings soldiers in the village!"

Clary and Simon glanced at each and jumped up, racing for the village, sheep forgotten.

AN: Sorry if the speech is hard to understand, I tried to make it accurate. If you guys want me to have them talk normally, just tell me. Also, apologies for the boringness, but I wanted to kind of set the scene