Disclaimer the characters in this story belong to Cassandra Clare, author of TMI however the storyline and words written belong to Institute of clockwork

Clary was looking at her map that her mother had once brought her when she was younger. She remembered how her mother told her that she could not let her father see it. Her mother also told her that when she was old enough she must run away from her father and brother and come join her mother in the rebellion. Of course Clary had no idea what she was going on about, she was only six at the time.

Now Clary was figuratively speaking, alone here. She still had her brother and father but she did not care for those two. Her mother had left when she was seven just a couple of months after she was given her map. Clary, to this day, still kept the map and looked at it when she missed her mother. She knew that her mother could not take her to the rebels; it was too dangerous for her at such a young age. She knew her mother could not have waited any longer. She was going mad in this place and it was all fathers fault.

Clary lived in a kingdom that her father controlled. Everything in the world belonged to him. However not many people liked him. A rebellion was starting. A rebellion to overthrow the king. And her mother was a part of it and so was she, kind of. All Clary had to do was get out of the castle and into the city, that way she could try to get to her mother. However, Clary was finding it hard to escape the castle. A couple of years ago she was allowed to go into the city but she had to be accompanied by her brother, but one time when she decided it was then when she wanted to run to her mother he had caught her and told their father. Her father had roughly beaten her that night and her father had banned her from going into the city. After that incident he had doubled the amount of guards that watched over her so tonight was the only night she could do it.

Tonight was her father's yearly ball, which will be the only time where he will be too distracted to care about her. Clary had been saving money since she was seven years old, and had well over 2000 coins. She done this and managed to sneak a couple of swords that lazy guards had left around. She had hidden everything in her wardrobe and it had felt wierd of her to get it out.

Clary was just admiring her swords when she heard a knock on her door. ''Clary let me in''. It was her brother. Oh god she thought he cannot see this. Jonathon had always hated their mother and if he found out that Clary was planning on running away to her then he would go straight to their father. ''coming!'' she quickly put away all her stuff into her wardrobe and closed it. she straightened her top and walked over to the door. ''hello Jonathon, to what do I owe the pleasure''. She tried to inject as much sarcasm into her voice as possible. ''I coming bearing gifts young Clarissa'' he moved his arms to the front which were holding a gorgeous dress. It was sapphire blue and looked very long. For the ball she thought, great. ''thank you brother, I will see you in half an hour''. She tried grabbing the dress out of his hands but he pulled the dress out of his reach. ''father has asked me if you are going to be on your best behaviour?'' he look at her sceptically. ''of course brother, when am I anything but good?'' Clary bats her eyelashes at her brother willing him to go away. He finally brings the dress down so she can reach it. Clary grabbed the dress and was about to shut her door but Jonathon's foot stopped it and Clary was frightened by the action. She knew her brother got angry, but she had not even done anything, yet. ''Do not let me done Clarissa, father thinks you will not be able to do it'' she looked up at him feeling slightly guilty about betraying her brother but it was gone as soon as it came. Clary's brother had always been mean to her. ''I would never let you down Jonathon'' she says as sweetly as possible. Satisfied with her response he removed her foot and she shut the door.

Ok it is now or never, she thought to herself. She threw the dress into the wardrobe. As nice as it was it wasn't very useful to her on the escape. She got her rucksack and jammed all of her clothes into it. Even though she lived in a castle that did not mean that she wore dresses all day. Clary mostly spent her days in jeans and t-shirts however; her brother and father discouraged it and said it was un lady-like. She placed some jeans, t-shirts, jumpers and some shoes. Some food and water also. She grabbed the two swords hidden underneath her bed and jammed them into her bag.

Clary looked around her room for, hopefully, the last time. It was big and white, to plain for Clary's taste. She had once painted it a light shade of blue but her father had immediately asked for it to be re painted. He thought that the colour would most likely distract her. There was a big bed in the middle of the room, a desk on the side and a walk in wardrobe but that was it, no books, paintings nothing. Just plain.

She walked over to her widow, bag on her back and opened it. No one would notice her on the grounds, as there were many cars there that aided to the distraction. Clary was luckily on the bottom floor of the castle so her fall to the ground was not that far. Once she had gotten out the window, she made her way stealthily across the garden and to the fence. The fence was tall and metal with spikes on the top. She threw her bag over the fence and then started to climb. Clary's palms were sweating and she started slipping. Keep it together she thought no way was she messing this up after years of planning just because she was sweaty. Finally, she got to the top and jumped off. She did it, Clary escaped. Clary looked down the road. It was time to find her mother.

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