Where it all began

by BelievinginTrueLoveForever

Clary ran away from New York after misinterpreting a conversation between Jace and Aline. Five years later Clary is a world renowned artist and shadow hunter. When Sebastian threatens Clary, she will have to go back to her home town to find answers to how to stop him. To do this she has to go back to where it first begun, the New York Institute and confront her fears. Don't own TMI

1. Chapter 1

Where it all began…
Chapter 1:

"Ms. Fray, where would you like this one?" The annoying mover guys said as they started to move my artwork into my new apartment.

"Right there would be just fine." I pointed to a space close to the view of the Manhattan skyline.

I had moved here after constantly being harassed by my evil brother Jonathan. He would send these letters at my old apartment in Seattle. I finally got tired of it, so here I am in a new city so close to my new home it's freaky.

After the movers finished getting everything inside the large apartment, I started unpacking. I had to specially take my shadow hunter gear in my car, so the movers wouldn't look inside and find my weapons for slaying demons. I put all of my clothes and shoes in the closet along with my shadow hunter gear. Once I finished I started on the living room, my furniture had been delivered yesterday.

As I was finishing the last things to put up, a small note card got passed underneath the door. I went over and picked up the small envelope and broke the seal. Inside a note was written in my brother's perfect script. It said:

Clarissa,

It's nice to see you came home after all these years. Remember what I told you in Idris, you will be mine. Watch your back sis, I'll be back.

Love,
Your brother Jonathan

When I was done reading it I went into my room and retrieved the box that I kept all of the rest of the other notes. They all said the same thing about I should watch my back, this was getting serious. I should call for help even though it's been so long since I've seen him.

I made the decision; I have to do it so here goes nothing. I dialed the numbers that come to me effortlessly.

"Hello." The woman's voice answered.

"Hey Isabelle, it's me Clary. Do you mind if I come over, I have to talk to you?"

"Oh Clary of course you can, you can come over right now if you want."

"That's great, I'll see you then." I replied before we said our goodbyes and we hung up.

I put down the phone and started to my closet to change into something other than my art clothes. I would have to face my past now, to where it all begun.