The dagger trembled as it stuck it's target, right on the bulls eye. Clary starred at it, a small smile spreading across her face. She turned to her brother, Johnathan, and smirked. "Your turn." Clary's brother gave her a coy look, but pushed off from the wall. He jerked a knife from one of the bands that kept it on the wall and turned it over and over again in his hand. After a few more flips of the dagger in his hand, Johnathan whipped around and launched the dagger at the wall. I stuck, impaling the guarding rune carved into the wall.

"I'm pretty sure I still won."

Clary's brother rolled his eyes, and walked out of the training room, her following close behind. "No, little sis, I'm afraid I won."

"In your dreams."

"Actually, my dreams involve-"

"No! I do not want to hear about your dirty teenage boy dreams."

He shrugged. "Fair enough."

Birds fluttered by, flapping their wings furiously. Clary's eyes trailed over them as her pencil scratched against the paper of her sketchpad. Warm sunlight tickled her shoulders, making her impossible-to-tame red hair glisten slightly. Idris was an artists dream. Clary wiggled her toes and glanced down at her teal sweats, chewing on her bottom lip. She forced her eyes back the the sketchpad, still confused over what lay on the paper. The feathered wings of an angel swept up from a mans back, stretching out their long expanse. On his naked torso, there were several runes, like angelic power, agility, iratize, balance, silence, and many more. His arms were crossed over his chest, the muscles pulled tight. Curls spilled over his head, falling into his eyes just the tiniest bit. His mouth was twisted into a half smile, and his eyes held many secrets, buried deep so no one would find them. She colored in a line a little more that made up his narrow cheekbones, frowning. Deep down, there was a feeling that she couldn't shake, a feeling telling her that she knew this person. When she asked her dad an Jon about it, they said they didn't know. Clary wasn't so sure. She asked her mom. Her mom lied. She knew her mom to well, after all, Clary was basically a mini-Jocelyn. So, after everyone was asleep, Clary slipped out to do some hunting. It was one of the only ways she could get her mind off things. And maybe, just maybe, she'd find mystery man. Maybe.