Prologue
Hey there! I'm completely new to fanfiction. After a few days of reading stories I decided that I wanted to express some ideas of my own. This is my first story btw so im pretty unsure about this. I know that this first chapter might not seem very interesting but, i'm sure that the story will pick up more after the background info is out of the way! So without further ado, I present to you the prologue! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot! The brilliant Cassandra Clare does!
A Southern Belle. That was who she was. A mild, well-mannered, and educated woman of the elite Southern upper-class. She knew only of her picturesque plantation home, of daily lessons on etiquette with her tutor Luke, of tea times with mini cucumber sandwiches and cakes served on silver platters, and of the extravagantly expensive dinner parties she attended wearing those extravagantly expensive gowns. Her hands were baby soft, never having been introduced to hard work. Her clothing was immaculate, never being graced with a single tear. Her entire life was better than that of a princess. No, actually, she was a princess. Her status, power, and wealth could equally match one. She was Clarissa Fairchild Morgenstern. The daughter of the prosperous Valentine Morgenstern and his wife, Jocelyn Morgenstern. So actually…..she had no idea what the hell she was doing here in this war!
Running, that's what she was doing. Her clothing was soiled with sweat and grime. There was blood everywhere. The air reeked of hopelessness, death, and utter despair. The moans of the wounded filled her ears as she ran to the makeshift tent. Clary had no time to stop and think as she tended to a soldier with a huge gash across his left shoulder. It's not that bad of a wound, Clary thought with relief as she wiped away some of the blood and dirt with a wet washcloth. Using her nimble fingers, she diligently wrapped gauze around the man's shoulder, then stepped back to assess him.
"Thank you kind ma'am!" The man looked up at her, smiling.
Clary smiled right back. "I should be thanking you sir, for fighting for us so bravely."
The man gave a little laugh. "I've got no problem fighting for such a pretty little lady like you. Especially if she's the one tending to me."
Clary blushed at his statement and was about to reply, when she heard Maryse's booming voice, demanding her attention.
"The soldiers have all been attended to, and accounted for! All medical recruits please report to me immediately!"
Clary began packing up to leave, when the man suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Jonathan's my name, and I hope to see you again ma'am."
He kissed her hand like a true gentleman, and let it go. Clary gasped softly and blushed again. She gave Jonathan another quick smile before leaving the tent in a hurry.
I know this was a really short chapter, but this is the prologue per say. Don't worry guys, Jace, Simon, and some other characters will be in the next chapter! I know that many people aren't that fond of Jonathan. It will also contain more background information. This is kind of a feeler...to get the story started, ya know? Thanks for reading, and review please? anything would be greatly appreciated! :)