I need help . . . and lots of it. Or so my doctors tell me . . . they say I have an "active imagination" when I say that I will take over the world. J'ai une probléme. (I probably misspelled that phrase. . .) Hooray for French class!

So, new Mortal Instruments fanfiction Here we go. Yes, there is Clace, Malec, Sizzy, and Maia and Jorden(WHAT THE HECK IS THEIR SHIP NAME?!)

Cassandra Clare owns all . . . ROLL IT, BOYS!

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Prologue: Just Keep Waiting

"Clary, remember to not anger the dragon," Queen Jocelyn said, patting her seven-year-old daughter's back. "Your father worked very hard to find one to keep you safe, all right?"

Clary frowned at her mother and clutched her brother's brown, leather jacket. He wrapped a protective arm around her, petting her fiery red hair with his other hand. "Mother, I don't think that father's in his right mind. Sending Clary away to some tower? No one has done since the Grimm Brothers died and fell into myth."

"Jonathan," Jocelyn sighed. "I love your sister too, but she has to follow what Valentine has commanded. If that is her staying in a dragon-guarded tower, then she must. I had to wait in a tower, but it wasn't guarded by a dragon. Clary should be honored that Valentine wants her to be so well protected against harm."

Jonathan shook his head and led Clary away to her room. A room with cream colored walls that had paintings everywhere, and cold, tile floors. A huge bed sat against the wall. A silky, red comforter and white sheets, multiple pillows, with which the two would often hit each other with in mock battles. He set her on the bed, hands on her shoulders. "I won't let them take you, Clare-Bear. I keep my promises, right? Hey-" he lifted her chin up so she stared at him with her emerald green eyes "-Right?"

Clary nodded, still refusing to speak. She hugged her brother, crying softly onto his shoulder. He guided her to his room. He held her face. "Let me look at you, sister," he said, softly.

She raised her head and smiled at him. She was wearing a crimson red dress that a shade or two darker than her hair, and black, shiny, leather shoes. She also wore a chain necklace with the Morganstern ring dangling from the chain. Her hair was pulled into a bun, but some strands were left hanging down to frame her face. Jocelyn had added a few splashes of color to her cheeks.

Jonathan chuckled and undid the bun, letting his sister's fiery red hair cascade down past her shoulders. He smiled and poked her nose lightly. "See, you are beautiful, Clare-Bear."

"I don't feel like I am," she replied, her voice empty. "I want to stay here with you, Jonathan. I don't want to go."

"I don't want you to go either, sister. I hate that you are going, but Valentine is remaining adamant on the subject."

A knock resounded against the door. Clary immediately hid behind her bed as Jocelyn opened the door. "Where's your sister, Jonathan?" she asked, the white-haired boy. "It's time for her to depart. Valentine is waiting at the gate for us."

"Clary's not here. She left a while ago."

"Don't lie to me, Jonathan. I know she is here." She followed where Jonathan's gaze was going to every few seconds. "Clarissa Adele Morganstern, come out from behind your bed." Clary stood up and smiled faintly, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "What have you done to your hair, young lady?"

Clary was about to answer when Jonathan cut her off saying, "She looks better like this, in my opinion."

Jocelyn grinned and nodded, beckoning Clary to her side. Her daughter remained with her brother, though. She refused to leave his side. They eventually made it to the courtyard, where two horses were waiting for them. Jonathan and Clary's horse was a silvery-white stallion with a long, flowing mane. Jocelyn's horse was a rich, oak brown color with a white diamond on its forehead.

They each mounted their horses. Clary sitting in front of Jonathan, and sitting like a man, which made him chuckle. Jocelyn rolled her eyes at her two children and urged her horse onwards. Jonathan did the same, his chuckles fading. They watched the upper town, Delilah, pass by as they then entered the lower town of Lily.

People bowed to the three as they passed the commoners by. Jocelyn held her head high, while Clary and Jonathan smiled at the kids their age. Some asked if the two would come by and play later or if they could come with them to Morganstern Castle in a few days and play with the royal children. Jonathan just nodded, it would be better that Delilah didn't know of Clary's departure.

Clary was loved in all the upper and lower towns that belonged to the Morganstern royal family. The people would be heart broken if they found out that she was going to be locked away from the world. They would be as angry as Jonathan was.

The three met Valentine at the last gate of the final town, Milark. He was riding a tall, black stallion. His paper white hair messy because of the light wind, and although his obsidian eyes were full of determination, they still held a hint of kindness to them.

Clary perked up a little when she saw him. She waved and bowed her head. "Hello, Father," she said.

"Clarissa," he said, petting her hair. "Jonathan." He and Jonathan rode along side-by-side as the journey began. Guards surrounding them on every side, keeping a vigil eye on the trees surrounding them as they rode along a wide path. "How are you feeling, daughter?"

"Scared, Father, to be honest," she replied quietly. "I've never seen a dragon."

Jonathan scoffed. Yeah, that's why you're scared, sister.

"Well, Clarissa, don't worry," Valentine reassured her. "The dragon will not harm you as long as you wear the Morganstern ring, which you will wear of course?"

"Of course, Father."

"Good girl."

They rode into a dense forest, it grew dark under the cover of the tall trees. The air grew thick and hot. The trees were old, Jonathan could tell just by looking at them. They scratched and beaten, some were tilting over, just barely brushing their heads and they rode underneath them.

Clary hung her head, sighing, but looked back at Jonathan. "Can I hold the reins, Jonathan?"

Jonathan, despite his mother's protests, ruffled her hair. "Sure thing, Clare-Bear." Clary beamed up at him and took the reins.

He put his arms around her in a comforting hug, and she leaned against him. "Can you tell me a joke?" she asked. "A very funny one?"

Jonathan sighed thoughtfully. "How about a story instead?" he asked.

"That's even better than a joke!"

He grinned and began. "A dragon "kidnapped" a princess. She was kept in the dragon's cave where he gave her riches beyond imagining. Gold from a thousand fallen kingdoms, emeralds like your eyes, Clary, and rubies the color of your hair. So much treasure would drive a man mad. But the princess was not tempted, even when the dragon turned into a human and offered her everything she had ever dreamed of."

"Was he trying to bribe her?" Clary asked.

" Just listen to my story, sister. But the princess replied saying, "I wish not for riches only for the love of my life." The dragon's heart beat for her and he fell in love with her in little time. And she learned to love him back, but he never let her leave the cave, not once, and she was fine with it, for she loved him."

"Hmm. Is that the end, Jonathan?" She looked up at him with wide, curious eyes.

"Well, what would you prefer? Happy or sad ending?" he asked.

Clary thought for a minute, looking ahead at the dark road ahead. "Sad," she decided finally.

Valentine looked at his daughter. "Clarissa, don't you think a happy ending would be better?"

"Not now. Please, continue, Jonathan."

Jonathan did continue, "Soon, a brave and handsome knight, who had heard that the princess was being held "captive" in the dragon's lair, set out to "rescue" her. He tried, but each time the dragon outwitted him, forcing him to retreat. The knight grew angry and vowed to kill the dragon, who was still a man. He grew crazy with the idea of having her as his own and he kidnapped the Queen of the land and took her to the cave."

"This can't be good," the young princess said.

"Clary, stop interrupting and listen. Do you want a story or not?"

"Yes, Jonathan, I do."

"The knight forced the Queen to scream for her daughter-"

"Jonathan, this is not a good story for such a young princess to hear," Jocelyn chided her son. "Don't you think it should stop?"

"But I want to hear it!" Clary exclaimed. "I won't be able to hear Jonathan's stories for a long time. Please, let me listen to them now."

Jonathan didn't wait for their mother to object any further. "The princess heard the screams of her mother and was overcome with worry. She came running out of the cave, the dragon ran after her, begging her to come back. He kept warning her that it was a trick. But she ran out and the knight snatched her, binding her and throwing her onto his horse. The dragon, watched and became enraged. He transformed back into a dragon, a fierce red one with golden spikes along his back."

"I want to paint now."

"Sister."

"Sorry," Clary giggled.

"He and the knight fought for many days and nights, but the knight was relentless, as if he were possessed by a creature of Hell. He refused to lose his new prize to a dragon. He wouldn't die no matter how much the dragon clawed or blew fire on him. And the dragon was now growing weary. He eventually collapsed and knight slew him while he lay. He then took the princess away and forced her to marry him."

"How awful," Jocelyn said.

"No, I think Jonathan has a point," Valentine said. "A wonderfully dark tale, my son. What is the point of it?"

"Sometimes the people that you fall in love with are not always the most beautiful of humans or creatures," Jonathan explained. "You can't always fall in love with a handsome prince or a beautiful princess, you can't help who you love."

"Good job, Jonathan. Remember this, Clarissa. This tower is to keep you safe, not to force you to love another whom you don't," Valentine said, taking his daughter's hand. "We'll always love you, Strawberry."

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Okay. I'm off to go see Frozen about a half hour or so. I bid thee farewell. Pray that I may finish this one . . . story . . . this . . . time.

Laters! Please, if there are any Grammar or Spelling errors, message me so I can correct them. It would be a huge help.