Hey everyone. New story. I know this chapter is kinda cryptic, but it ends with Jace's body being taken over by some shadow/demon/ evil warlock thing. This will not focus very much on either Malec or clace, though both will be mentioned and seen a few times. This story will mostly be about the jalec friendship, Though it may be a little exaggerated. If you have any suggestions to the shadow/ demon/ evil warlock thing, please pm me. I need help, or I might be delaying my updates. Please review, favorite and follow, it would mean the world to me. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter.

Disclaimer- I do not own tmi. It belongs to the very talented Cassandra Clare.

Chapter 1

Alec POV

I was in the training room, practicing with my bow and arrows. Suddenly, my younger brother, Jace, stepped into the room.

"How would you feel about sparring a little." He asked. I sighed inwardly. I really had to keep practicing my aiming skills. I had missed out on my bow and arrow- training. But I also had to help Jace become a better shadowhunter. And I had learned a few tricks from all those years. Jace's needs came before my own.

"Fine." I simply replies and picks up a sword. I fight half heartedly, not really caring too much about the fight. That is, until I feel a sharp pain in my arm. Jace's sword is plunged two inches into my upper arm.

"Oops. I'm sorry Alec" Jace says hurriedly when his sees the wound. He grabs his Steele and draws an iratze below the wound. Within a few seconds, the wound is nothing but a faint scar.

"Thank you." I says. I started gathering my thing to go back to my room, but Jace stops me again.

"How about we continue sparring. Just 5 more minutes." Jace asked.

"Fine." I said. Jace wins fight after fight. I'm not paying much attention, really. after the 5th fight, I walked back to my room. It's already late. I don't have time to clean my room and I just goes to bed.

Jace POV

Alec seemed oddly distracted today. He used to enjoy sparring with me. Why do older brothers have to be so serious. I walk over to my mirror and fixes my golden halo of hair. It always come undone when I practice. I sit down on my bed, and suddenly, my vision goes black for a few seconds. It's not like I'm losing consciousness, but I feel different. I feel weird. I feel like I'm being confined to a small room in the back of my brain. What's going on. I feel worried and I start to panic. But for some strange reason, my lips curl into a devilish smirk.