A/N: hey! I'm back with another one-shot. This is my first song fic for "Family Tree" by Matthew West. This was written for my brother's best friend's birthday, which was last week, but I forgot to post it. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, KITTYHONKER.
ENJOY;)
7/11/13- I have been informed that I cannot have the lyrics up in this fanfiction, so I took them oFf. I suggest that you listen to the song.
Jonathan Morgenstern stood in front of the mirror in his little home by Lake Lyn. His white shirt was undone, the sleeves stained with blood. The back of the shirt was torn where his father's whip had cut through. He felt anger and shame, but his father's instructions were clear: No Iratzes. An Iratze was for the weak, and Jonathan certainly wasn't weak. He sighed. He knew being a Morgenstern was a great honor, but it would have been better if the family wasn't so messed up.
Jonathan stripped off the shirt and stared at the fresh sword marks on his side. They were new from an hour before. The crusted blood on his side was tinted purple from the demon blood that rans in his veins. All this training to make him strong. "All part of being a Morgenstern," Valentine had said.
Jace Wayland stood alone in his room at the Instutute. He hung the weapons belt on his hips and stared at his reflection in the Mirror. His golden-blond hair contrasted well with the black attire. What would Father think of me? he thought. He thought that every time before he went out on a hunt. His father made him a Shadowhunter, and he was fulfilling his duty to his father and the name of Wayland.
He had never seen himself growing up and having a family. He had always imagined that he would die young, ending the line of Wayland. That was what he father believed in, therefore was what he believed in. He should follow in his father's footsteps. Then why was he questioning everything?
Jace wondered what his mother would have said if she were still alive. Would she have told him to follow the family legacy, or just follow his heart?
Jonathan punched the mirror, thinking of how his own mother disgraced the family. Shards of glass flew at him, giving him small cuts. Maybe if Jocelyn had stayed, Jonathan thought, I wouldn't be the demon my father made me.
Will I grow old? Jace asked himself.Will I be surrounded my my children and their children? Or will I die tragically in battle?
Jonathan sat up straight. He knew he was ready for the upcoming battles. He was ready for the fight that Valentine had planned. To him, there was no such thing as fate. There was only power. Failures weren't mistakes. They were caused by lack of power.
Jace knew that his future was partly his choice, and partly fate. He had thrown himself into a life of demon hunting. Loss was part of the deal. He was ready for whatever fate had in store for him.
I hope you liked it! Reviews are definitely appreciated. ;)