Prologue
At first, Clary didn't know what to expect when they moved to Idris. Her mom, Jocelyn Fairchild, said that it would be a good change and that it would be good to get out of the city. They had just moved to a small town called Idris, from New York. Big change. She was standing in the middle of a room that was soon to be her own, the walls were all white but it was a big space, the room included a bathroom with light blue walls. Clary had already started to think of the different colors she could use to paint her room. She went up to the mirror and looked at herself.
Her red hair was a red and fiery mess, her emerald green eyes were tired with bags under them. Her face was so pale that her freckles stood out more. She didn't know why she was so tired, she had slept the whole way here with her head on her brother's shoulder. She remembered waking up in the car with her brother's arms wrapped around her protectively and looking at her face. He looked so peaceful then she had to take a picture. She loved her brother dearly, his room was right next to hers, she could hear him moving his stuff around. Hearing that snapped her back to reality, so she started to put her stuff.
By the end of the day, she was finally satisfied with her room and went down to the kitchen so eat dinner with her family. She saw her mom, Jocelyn, her hair was a couple shades darker than Clary's but other than that, she was the spitting image of her mother. Luke, Clary's stepfather, was getting some water out of the fridge. Luke had always been Clary's father, ever since she was just two years old. He had blue eyes and light brown hair, his glasses like always were slipping down the bridge of his nose. Luke didn't really care about his appearance which was one of the things her mother loved about him, he always wore flannel with dark jeans and some odd-looking boots. And finally, Jonathan, her brother, he had whiteish blonde hair which was like our biological father Valentine's and had bright emerald green eyes like mine. He was a very attractive 18-year-old with his 6-foot-tall body and muscular build, makes sense since he plays as a quarterback.
Our biological father is Valentine, he was an abusive father, he hit my mother often and also hit Jon when he got drunk. Her mother couldn't call the police because she was afraid of him, she always thought Valentine was a good man until he started drinking. When I was 7 years old, my mother finally had the courage to call the police, and so he got arrested and went to jail for the rest of his life. Luke had been one of Valentine's closest friends and had been in love with my mom since the day they met, but she was married to Valentine so he couldn't be with her. However, soon after Valentine's arrest, he and my mom divorced, and Luke finally asked her to marry him. My mom lost her love for my father once he started hitting her and Jon, he was just 8 at the time and I was just 7.