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Calm your inner COFA cliffy anger (if you're currently feeling that) and witness this boring disclaimer…

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The Shadowhunter home country, Idris, was a safe haven for aspiring Shadowhunters, like me. A forcefield domed the city and no demon could enter it. There was only one entrance, the Raziel Postern. Colliding into the forcefield from the outside would result in a traumatizing jolt of energy on your body and then stillness, aka comatose. It was unpleasant but we were careful, the Shadowhunters were always careful…

Chapter 1

Clary POV

I run my fingers over my smooth arms. They were the arms of a young Shadowhunter, not tainted by the rages of countless battles. My mother, Jocelyn Fairchild, used to say that once a Shadowhunter entered into their first battle, they would receive their first scar then second and consequently more would rapidly follow. They weren't flaws she said, more like badges of honour. What was it like to have scars? I didn't know.

All in all, I was a dormant. First day of school was tomorrow and today? It's Sunday! It's my definition of a relaxing time sitting in my room, surrounded by clear glass, while I sketch the irregular passer-by.

Twelve years or the early elevens (my age) were the most appropriate time to start school in Idris, and knowing the curiousity and enthusiasm I had bubbling inside me, mum didn't hesitate to put my name down, along with fifty- nine other students.

F-U-N! But not when you know that all good things must end.

Especially when you know that your mum wouldn't be there to kiss you goodbye. I could hear my mum now, talking about blasted plans on a blasted phone. Great.

'Sure, yep, I'll send her over, ok bye.' Jocelyn hung up.

'Clary!'

'Ye?' I said nonchalantly.

'You're staying over at someone's house today!' mum shouted.

'Where?' I asked. I was determined to stay with my one-word response.

'The Lightwood Manor.' she replied

I didn't even know who the Lightwoods were, let alone where they lived. I didn't want to ruin my one- word response vibe so I decided to stay silent.

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'Hello! You look…' the girl trailed off. The first impression when I saw her was…wow. She was beautiful, even for an eleven year old. A smaller boy stood next to her.

'Insert word here.' he finished for her.

I tried to crack a smile hoping that it didn't look too fake. But what can you do if two weirdoes were standing in front of you?

Before I could let out an equally lame comment, a woman stepped in between the door. She had a narrow face and her hair was pulled back sharply into a neat bun. Her eyes though, were the colour of unique vivid blue. In all honesty, looked more like a school teacher than a mother.

'Clary, isn't it?' she asked welcoming her in. 'Where's your mum? Left for the Gard?'

All I could do was nod numbly. The house was impressive inside as well as out. I couldn't help think that there was a layer of old Shadowhunter tradition in everything – the old fashioned black chaises, dust-covered editions of the Codex and even seraph blades, hanging on the wall from the most out-dated to recent designs. It was Isabel who broke the silence.

'I'm Isabel, but you can call me Izzy and this is my baby brother, Max….'

'I'm not a baby!' interrupted Max and he formed a pout. I just wanted to squish his cute little face. Isabel ignored him, 'There are my other brothers whom you will meet but I'll show you your room.'

We headed upstairs, some steps creaked warningly. Isabel led me to the furthest room to the right. Opening the sheet-white door, I found myself in a small room, about the size of my own room back at Fairchild Manor. There were several artworks on the wall, one, which I noted, had a picture of a lake – a blue mirror that deflected the moon's light like a glass prism. From my own artist's eye, it was very meticulously painted.

'Close your mouth. If it gets any wider, you'll look like the koi fish over there.'

And sure enough, there was the koi fish which appeared to be swallowing a diminishing figure of a demon. Slightly abashed, Izzy lead me out of my room and Max was still hanging onto her tightly. We passed several doors, including the study where Izzy and Max's father, Robert, was working.

Clearly, Robert, (he refused to be called 'Uncle Rob') wouldn't be classified as a 'brother' and I was starting to get annoyed. Once Izzy reassured me that I would soon meet my housemates, she dragged me towards the balcony and beside it was the stairs and down it, the descent into instant boredom relief. Considering this thought, I discreetly climbed down the spiral stairs, running faster as I descended. The stairs spiralled then straightened, my speed increasing rapidly with every step (I was like a freaking ninja). Once I reached the last five steps, I decided to take the leap, and momentarily I was in mid-air, the transient feeling of demented euphoria flailed around me…

Then my body felt a jolt, first from my head then to my toes, and I was sprawled on the wooden landing. What the freak?

'Your face! Your face was a study!'

I could hear a high-pitched voice and it seemed to be coming in front of me but all I could see was the mahogany wall and its hanging broadsword. Bemused, I straightened up, only slightly aware that Izzy was hurrying down the steps. My back was aching and there was angry red mark on my arm when I tried to break my fall.

'Clary! What the hell? You sped off like that hyena over there.' Izzy was pointing to the picture next to her. In its centre, there was a feral grey mass, almost unrecognisable because of its unimaginable velocity. Did Izzy have a gamut of pictures to compare her unfortunate guests too? Once again, what the freak?

'You didn't tell me that you had a sister.' I blurted out.

'What sis…oh' Izzy started laughing. 'Ah Alec, you got pwned this time!'

There was a sound of ripping cloth and then a boy emerged. He was scowling.

'I was just getting good at concealment tactics.' There it was, the unmistakable girlish voice.

'Well Clary, sorry about that but this is Alec. Apparently, he's in his second year of Shadowhunter school and so you see, he's 13.' Izzy said. I just nodded. She continued, 'And when he gets owned by a girl,' she wriggled her fingers provocatively at him, 'his dignity falls so rapidly, it hurts to stay near him.'

Surprisingly, Alec only shrugged and muttered a whatever and he lead us to the couch. They suggested that I get an iratze but I dismissed it as unnecessary. They started talking but I was only half listening because I was staring at the alluring leaves of the trees and the warm grey light illuminating the bark. Missing home and thinking of mum, I had a big urge to walk outside.

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To the mundane eye, Alicante was a monotonous wasteland but to a Nephilim it was rare beauty. Idris was built in the centre of a vast forestland. From above, a bird could have seen cracks of blue where rivers flowed like tendrils. Often, the path of these rivers would pass through Idris from the outside. I was standing beside one now and I was peering into it, studying my reflection.

Many have said that I will be the living the incarnate of my mother. Did they mean her appearance or her potential skills as Shadowhunter?

Suddenly feeling pessimistic, I suddenly craved for my mother's soothing words. She was at the Gard, attending some stupid Clave meeting. Then a light bulb appeared on top of my head.

All roads lead to the Gard…

Suddenly I had an impulse to do jump happily into the river.

Ignoring my short period of insanity, I sped off into the street.

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…some time later

The Gard was impressive. My mum never let me travel with her when she was at one of the Clave meetings. I was always left at home, but being at the Lightwood Manor had its benefits. The Gard's roof was terraced, marble-white, gilded tiles lined its length. The edge of the roof featured prowling gargoyles. One looked like a sabre-toothed tiger and it was in mid-leap on one side of the roof to the steeple.

I was now in the courtyard. The double doors stood in front of me. Wanting to enter unnoticed, I rounded a corner and I bounded into a narrow side alleyway. And there it was! A door!

A ran towards it and I heard voices. They were unmistakably adult. Slowing, I reached the heavy door and etched it open and the echoing voices of Clave officials lured me further into their conversation.

'…Disturbances? You're suggesting that there may be something or someone destroying it? Don't be ridiculous!'

'What ridiculousness? Someone might protest and take advantage of our lack of security! Consider that!' a female voice pierced through the crowd.

'Or consider the fact that…'

I didn't hear what the fact was because I was suddenly and rudely wrenched back. The wooden door closed shut with a clack. Something was clutching my arm with a cold and bruising force. When I looked down, there was mechanical claw clutching me, right on my previous injury! Using my other hand, I tried to pluck its metal fingers from my skin. It only tightened further and I stifled a small gasp. I didn't want to call for help because then, the adults would know that I was listening to their meeting.

Then the claw seemed to pull me towards the bushes.

I allowed myself to be dragged, since resisting would mean having my skin pulled off by its vicious grip. I thought about cutting the nylon line, but there was nothing around me that I could use.

The line was pulling me at moderate speed and I was starting to enjoy the view and its curious sounds. That, my friends, are very strange thoughts, if you consider that this strange person is being pulled into a possible oblivion.

When I arrived…finally, a slender and golden-skinned hand clutched my injured arm tightly, causing me to wince and then I looked up.

I was staring at a perfectly sculptured face although it looked as if it belonged to a person with the same age as me. And the eyes, I looked at them with bemusement.

They were metallic blue and I swore that I saw glimpses of golden through inconceivable specks. I expected them to be golden.

But they were blue.

AN: I hope you've got the gist to my new fanfiction. Plainly, it's our favourite MI characters as young Shadowhunters and we watch them grow up. These chapters are not fillers, because I have created a separate plotline from the book, mostly about the exclusive Lake Lyn. There are other mystery origins that I'm hoping to fill out, such as the history of the crystal-like towers in Idris that appeared in COG.

Doesn't COFA make you want to throw it at someone (because you're angry with the cliffy at the end) and use it as a comforting pillow at night? It's a neat package with its good and bad ends.

Those of you who haven't read it yet, read!

If you liked this chapter and want me to continue…pleeeeeeaaase review!

Even if you hate, review too!

~SprinkleTheWorldWithMusic