Prolouge
The night was unforgiving and relentless. The sky was scattered with bright stars and they were the guide for a young mother and her child. The red-headed woman ran through the streets of New York with a small bundle wrapped in her slim arms.
She arrived in front of a tall apartment building and pounded on the door, "Magnus!" She shouted, her voice echoing through the deserted streets. The door flung open and a man with spiky black hair and silk pyjamas stood there. He looked like a normal man if it wasn't for his bright yellow cat eyes. Light flooded out onto the street showing the woman's face. Her auburn hair stuck to her head and green eyes stared his yellow ones down.
"Jocelyn?" The man questioned in astonishment. "I got your message but I didn't expect you to be here this early. Has Valentine found you? Are you ok?" He asked. Jocelyn gulped a mouthful of air, "No, he hasn't found me. I came to ask for a small favour. Well, it's quite a big favour actually." She gestured to the bundle in her arms. "My daughter, Clarissa." She said, hoping Magnus would understand what she was asking. Magnus looked from her to the baby. "Jocelyn, how could I raise a child?" She shook her head, "I don't care Magnus. Just look after her. Valentine will find me, no matter how hard I hide." Jocelyn slid the bundle into his arms. He looked at the child sleeping in the armour of blankets and clothes. "Jocelyn, I can.." He stopped as he saw the woman had fled down the street after kissing her child goodbye.
Magnus stepped inside and kicked the door closed. A white kitten prowled round his feet. He looked down at the child, "Clarissa Fairchild. Clarissa Morgenstern. No, Clary Bane." The cat meowed at his feet loudly. Magnus looked down at him while cradling the child. "It has got a ring to it, Chairman Meow."
15 years later
Clary sat with Simon on a bench in central park. Flowers were scattered around the area with a large lake in the middle-reminding Clary of Lake Lyn from her studies. "Clary? Earth to Clary?" Clary jumped and looked at Simon, his brown hair waved in the slight breeze. "I have been calling your name for ages. What you thinking about?" He questioned, a crooked grin lighting up his face. She grinned back and pushed her curly red hair out of her face. "nothing really, just the fact that summer break is nearly over." They both sighed.
Clary didn't need school technically. She was half-warlock and half human however she needed to fit in with other kids around her. A small group of faeries played by the river, occasionally jumping in and out of it. She smiled, but it faltered when she remembered she couldn't tell Simon these joys of the world hiding in his own. Her world.
After they had discussed Magnus' (Clary's adoptive father, trainer and friend) party tonight. They separated ways. Clary trudged through the busy streets of New York and glanced around. A few tourists and busy workers hurried through the street. Clary looked upwards and saw the blue sky dotted with the odd cloud. 'Something is going to happen. Something big.' She thought and continued walking through the streets.
Jace was bored. He knew that as he sat on his bed fiddling with his stele in his slender, scarred hands. Footsteps filled the empty void and Alec appeared at his doorway. "Gosh Jace, is this all you've been doing?" Jace grinned at his paratabai, his dark brown hair sticking out and his bright blue eyes full of love. "No, I've been figuring out ways to make more demons fall for this beauty!" He flicked his blonde hair and smiled at Alec who returned it. "Well, Izzy happened to be bored too and found a party we could go to. It's a Warlock's party somewhere in Brooklyn and she's thinking about going." Jace sighed. "Warlocks. Faeries. Vampires. I want demons!" he banged his fist on the table in pure amusement. "Calm your thirst tiger. We can tame your hunger later. In the meantime, get ready."
Alec left the room-leaving Jace to choose something to wear to the party. He jumped up from his bed and flung open his wardrobe. Various training and mission gear took over the majority of his wardrobe however some casual clothes were hidden between other clothes. Jace pulled out some black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. He slipped them on and finished his look off with a dark blue bomber jacket. He looked in his mirror and grinned. His medium-length blonde hair hung down, framing his face. His golden eyes stood out against the darker clothes which hugged his slender figure. He quickly traced a deflection rune onto the skin on his upper arm and ran out of his room after slipping on some boots.
Jace met Alec and Izzy in the library and grinned at them. Alec wore similar clothes to Jace while Isabelle wore a black dress reaching her ankles and hugging her tall figure. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders. She grinned at the boys, "Lets go." She spun around and begun walking towards the door. Jace caught the glint of a seraph blade strapped to her thigh and gripped his own.
They walked through the empty streets of Brooklyn, ignoring the odd couple or group of drunk teenagers. Alec turned his eyes to his sister, "So, where did you get the invite for a warlock's party?" he questioned. She grinned at the boys. "A faerie gave it to me. And he isn't just any warlock, he is the high warlock of Brooklyn." She winked at her brother and smiled at Jace.
Soon enough, they turned into a street where a tall apartment building released flashing lights and excited shouts, drowning out the music. Jace looked at his friends, "I think this might be the place. You can't be too sure though." He joked, eyeing the demon-running motorbikes in the corner of the alleyway.
They knocked on the door, when they didn't receive an answer Jace knocked again. Just as he was about to impatiently bang on the door, a redhead flung open the door leaving Jace's hand hanging in mid-air. She smirked, "Lightwoods! Didn't expect you to be at a mundane-welcome party." Isabelle's mouth hung open while Jace and Alec glanced at each other. The girl chuckled, "yes that is what this is. I'm friends with a lot of them for various reasons. Are you going to come in or not?" She gestured past her into the party. A mundane with brown hair and glasses was leaning against the wall. Staring at the Lightwoods and Jace with a look of steel.
They walked in quickly and almost ran into the party. Isabelle looked at the boys, "Ok one, I didn't know! Two, who was that?" Jace shrugged his shoulders. "A shadowhunter?" Jace questioned. "Faerie?" Alec questioned. Isabelle giggled, "No, not a faerie." Jace looked at his 'siblings', "What is she then?" They shrugged and explored the party.
Clary tightened her grip on Simon's hand, "Come on, it will be fun. I swear on the angel." Simon's frown faded into a small chuckle. "Why do you say that? Swear on the angel?" Clary laughed nervously. "Magnus said it once, I just picked it up from him." The teens crept along the hallway onto the balcony. Clary stood there looking at the view of New York. Lights lit up every inch of the world that her eye could see. The slight breeze ran through her hair and she welcomed it gladly. It felt as if she was suffocating and could now breathe. Simon's hand tightened on hers. She looked at him, "Lets go." They began climbing up to the inaccessible rooftop. Balancing on the fire escape and brass pipes on the wall.
Clary curled her fingertips over the flat surface and smiled to herself. She jumped onto the roof and grabbed her best friends hand-helping him up. They lay down on the rooftop and stared at the pitch-black sky dotted with stars. Enjoying each other's company. They took a deep breath and sighed in unison. Clary broke the comfortable silence. "Simon, I haven't ever told anyone this but when we or I'm up here and I happen to be looking at the stars on this kind of night, it feels familiar. Not déjà vu, I can remember being warm and just having this type of sensation. Then I hear voices. A woman and a man. I hear the woman talk urgently and the man being confused. The man is Magnus and then the woman gives me to him. I see the stars. They just stare at me and me at them. I was so young that I don't even know when or how old I was. I just remember." She turned her head to look at Simon. He looked back at her, searching her eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted.
"I thought I told you not to come up here." Magnus said, grinning. His sleek black hair was swept to one side, he wore silver sequined trousers and a bright blue shirt. His yellow cat-eyes stood out from the rest. No matter how strange the mixture of clothes was. Clary smiled back at him. "The blue really compliments your complexion." She stated. Magnus rolled his eyes while Simon tried to keep in a laugh. "Come on, Simon your mum called to say to come home." Simon frowned slightly. "That sucks, I was going to show you that band you were so eager to hear about!" He replied mockingly and this time Magnus frowned. "Not fair! But seriously your mother is a scary woman when she wants to be and I do not want to be blamed for keeping you." They began climbing down the building carefully, oblivious to the fact the someone was watching them. That someone was very serious about Clarissa Bane and would not stop until he found out what she was.