I do not own any of these characters, besides the horse! I want to thank Cassandra Clare for all that she's done for everyone :)

Jace: When does this take place?

Me:... A long long time ago, when there were dinosaurs...

Jace: Really!

Me: No.

Clary: Mmk guys! The stories begining!

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"Clare!" my father called from the stables. I ran towards them as fast as I could, hoping the foal wouldn't be born before I got there. Just has I got into the stable the foal came out of my fathers mare.

"Is that going to be my horse, dad?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes. He just nodded, "Is it a boy, dad?"

"Yes, Clare." I he replied quietly, "Come and see, what would you like to name him?"

"I wanna name him…" I thought for a minute, "Jace."

"Okay, sweetie, Jace it is." He smile up at me. I could tell my father was getting old just by his voice, but his smile held many years of horse back riding and training in it. I smiled back at him. I wrapped my arms around the foal's neck.

12 years later

"Jace!" I called out into the field. He came running to me. I jumped onto his back and rode towards the stables. "Mom! Did you see how fast I rode him to the stables?"

"Yes, sweetie. Now go put him away." My mother glared up at me.

"Why? I was gonna ride him into town."

"No. Now." She pointed at the stables.

"Why? You've been like this since dad died!" I complained to her. My mother was taken back.

"Been like what, sweetheart?" she asked me innocently.

"Ugh! You always do that to me when I ask you these things. I don't understand, mother? Why are you always a stuck up snob bitch to me. You've acted like that since dad died."

"I have not! Get off that horse, right now! You have no right to keep the damn horse anymore." She yelled at me.

"No. I'm going to town now." I turned Jace around. Without looking back at my mother I rode off on Jace.

"Clare!" My mother yelled, "There's someone the house waiting to meet you. You better come back soon, I don't want to have him waiting to long."

I yanked on Jace reins and turned him back around. I rode him back towards my mom. She 'hmphed' when I got to her.

"Who is this 'he' you are talking about?" I questioned her.

"It's Mr. Wayland. He has come here for you." She gave me a sly smile.

"Should I know who that is?" I looked at her.

"Not at the moment. Now go put your horse in the stables and get yourself in more feminine clothing." My mother turned to the house without another word.

I sighed. Great now I have to deal with some guy I don't even know. "Come on Jace, let's put you inside, it seems to me a storm is coming any ways."

Jace neighed lightly, seeming to know what I was saying; he went to the stables, his head low. I patted the side of his neck.

Once in the house I went to the staircase. But before I was all the way up the stairs my mother called out me, "Clary, sweetie!"

"Yes, mother?" I walked half way down the stairs and peeped into the parlor. I saw a pair of men's legs in my fathers chair and frowned.

"Are you decent?" She asked me.

"I'm wearing my riding clothes still." I was confused. Why did matter? Not like I'm going to marry the stranger.

"Okay, go change into nice clothing and come down." She lowered her voice, "I'm so sorry my daughter is taking so long. She's very much like her father, which is stubborn." She giggled quietly.

I took the stair two steps at a time. Then quietly entered my father parlor. I glanced over at the stranger, 'Mr. Wayland', in my dads chair.

"Mother." I curtsied politely at her.

"Clary, darling, this is Mr. Wayland," She gestured towards the man in father chair, "Mr. Wayland, this my daughter, Clary"

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayland." I put out my hand out for him.

"The pleasure is all mine and please call me Jace." He took my hand and kissed it. I froze. Jace? I questioned myself.

"Is there something wrong, Miss Clary?" He looked at me with golden eyes and smiled.

"Mmm… No. I'm sorry. I was just lost in thought. You see, that was my fathers chair that you are sitting in," I gestured to the chair, "And…"

"Oh my! I am so sorry. Do you want me to move to another chair?" He looked at me apologetic.

"No. No, you're fine." I gave a faint smile. I felt his hand wrap around mine and give it a light squeeze, then he let go. I went to go sit next to mother.

"Now, Clary dear, don't get mad at me," my mother began, "Mr. Wayland is here to ask you something very important."

"Yes?" I gestured for him to speak.

"I would like to buy your horse. He seems to be on the list of horses to buy." He looked at me sincerely.

"What!" I stood up and so did he, "You.. You can't! He is MY horse. My father gave him to me!"

"Your horse is on the pricing list. I would like to buy him." He looked me in the eyes.

I slapped him and turned to my mother, "You put my horse on the list! Why!"

"Because he is part of your fathers' life, not yours nor mine" She simply answered.

I turned back around, ready to slap him again but he caught my hand before I could.

"Now, Miss Clary, it is not polite to slap company now is it?" He smiled again.

I blushed slightly and noticed that he was lightly rubbing the inside of my wrist. I yanked my hand away from his and blushed deeper.

"Clary, darling, why don't you go get our guest something to drink. Mr. Wayland? Would you like some scotch?" my mother asked him.

He lowly chuckled, "No thanks, I am to young to drink scotch. But I will have some water, Miss Clary." He looked down at me with a smile.

"I shall be back then." I left the room to get a glass of water for Jace.

"I'm so dearly sorry, Mr. Wayland, like I said she is very stubborn. She has no mind of her own sometimes." My mother laughed.

I had the glass of water in my hand when I realized that I had broken the glass. I felt a hand on top of mine. I looked up to see Jace before me. I unclenched my hand and saw there was blood. My eyes went wide.

"Miss Clary?" Jace said quietly, "You need to wash your hand." He guided me to my sink. I just nodded. I wanted to cry, but not in front of him.

He helped me wash my hand and made sure it was clear of glass. He asked where the bandages were and I pointed at the cabinet. He wrapped my hand with the bandage. He bent his head down and kissed my hand again. I blushed and looked at him. I wanted to take my hand away but I couldn't.

"Th—Thank you." I said shyly.

"You're quiet welcome, Miss Clary. You know," he started, "I have taken quiet a liking to you."

"J—" I began.

"Clary, dear!" my mother called, "What is taking you guys so long!"

"Coming mother!" I grabbed Jace's hand, not knowing what I was doing, and brought him with me back into the parlor. I let go of his hand as soon as we entered the parlor.

Jace sat back into my fathers' seat. And I sat next to him.

"Is there anything else you need to ask, Mr. Wayland?" my mother asked innocently.

"No. I'm sorry to have been such a burden to you guys." He got up gracefully.

I also got up and walked him to the door. "Thank you for stopping by, Jace."

"You are quite welcome. I hope to see you sometime in the feature." He bent down and kissed my cheek, "I will see you soon."

"Okay…" was all I could say.

"Oh! I think he likes you, my dear!" my mother said coming behind me.

"Mother!" I turned to her, "Mind your own business!" I stormed to my room, tears falling from my eyes. I laid down on my bed, face buried in my pillows. I heard tapping at my window. I lifted my face to see Jace at my window. He pointed up, meaning I want in now open the window. I got up and opened it before he would break it.

"Jace?" I looked at him confused. I wiped at tear from my eye.

"What's wrong, Miss Clary?" He asked jumping through the window.

"Mmm. Nothing." I lied.

"Hmm. You say that but yet you look away from me." Jace took my chin in his hand.

"My.. my mother. She… she wants to sell my horse. But she can't. It's my decision. I love my horse, very much so." I looked into his gold eyes.

"I see. Hmm," he brought his face closer to mine, "You're still hiding something from me, but what?"

"I… I.. mmm.." I couldn't speak with his face so close to mine. I wanted to kiss him but I knew I shouldn't.

"What I said before was true. I have taken quite a liking to you." He kissed under my chin lightly.

"J—Jace." I wanted to stop him but at the same time I didn't.

His lips grazed the edge of my lips, I could feel him smile. I put my hands upon his chest, meaning to push him away. Instead, I grabbed a handful of his shirt pulling him to me.

"You shouldn't tease me like this, Jace" I said hungrily. I looked up at his gold eyes, which were really dark now. Just then there was a knock at my door.

"Sweetie, I'm going to the market, do you want to come or need anything?" my mother said through the door.

"No thanks, mother." I said politely. I looked back up at Jace, his eyes turning lighter.

"Am I really teasing you that much?" he asked tracing my face. His eyes were full of sorrow.

"Mmm. A bit." I laughed at him, "But its okay. I can forgive you…" I paused, "Maybe."

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