Two lives and two personalities. I was pretty proud of my apparent bi-polar talents. You can't see both worlds and only live one life; it just doesn't work that way. When you've caught a glimpse of the Mundane World, the Shadowhunter world doesn't seem real anymore. Well, that's what happened to me. I was only ten years old when I ran away from 'home', although I wouldn't call the Morgenstern Manor much of a home. How did I get away from the infamous Valentine, you might ask? The angel blood that he so lovingly gave to me, gave me powers beyond his understanding, so of course it turned against him. I have many talents and drawing unusual runes is one of them. That portal rune may have just saved my ten year old buttinsk, although it was a very flawed plan. Growing up as a Morgenstern has its advantages (although if you ask me, the disadvantages generally outweigh them), but I was clever enough to create a rune that wiped all my marks. Gone went the horrid obedience rune and gone went the stalkery tracker rune. Everything gone, I was clean and ready to start anew. Having lived in Idris all my life I didn't have a clue what to do, so I wandered the streets murdering those filthy demons. I was eventually found by this nice old couple called the Smiths. I think I learned a lot more about what it means to truly be Mundane in those few months than I had when Valentine had forced me to study "Mundane History: How to learn from their mistakes". I didn't last long with them, I was young and had no clue what was right or wrong from the Mundane perspective. Who knew that staying after 10:00pm was frowned upon? How was I meant to know that Pandemonium was illegal for a ten year old? The couple soon began to realise I may not have been the innocent girl they thought I was, they put me up for adoption although I was never theirs to give. No-one wanted the scrawny, messed-up kid so I inevitably ended up in the Sunhill Care Home. I'm staying here until I am eighteen. My first day was a shocker though, Luke remembers it fairly well…

It was all new and strange, the old codgers said I was going to live in a care home with lots of other 'special' children. Come on, I'm no idiot! They simply can't handle my wonderful personality which they seemed to have mistook for attitude. Stupid mundanes. No, Clary that makes YOU stupid. That's right it's Clary Fray now, no more Clarissa Morgenstern and good riddance I say. I AM a Mundane, I can do this, I can be like them. There was a man who drove the strange contraption called a "Cra?" no wait a "Car", stupid Clary always messing up. I will learn. The man opened the door for me and dumped the bag unceremoniously into my hands. I flung it onto my back and made my way to the front door. It wasn't very big, smaller than the mansion by far, but WAY bigger than the little bungalow the oldies lived at. This is going to be interesting I think as I ring the doorbell. The man was hovering outside, did he not have anything better to do? The door was opened by another man, he had brown hair and grey eyes, complete with glasses. I immediately tense up. Werewolf.

"Get away from me, filthy Downworlder" I hiss, backing up away from the creature. He looks at me in surprise.

"Joyceln?"

"Who's that? Idiot, my name is Clary"

"Okay, Clary. Calm down, I won't hurt you"

I am still backing away, where's my seraph blade when I needed it? I'd put all my weapons in my bag - that was still on my back. I'd also not been marked since running away, so I didn't have the safety of my glamour. I felt strong arms come up and try to restrain me, that man must've snuck up on me!

"You don't tell me what to do!" I yell at the Downworlder, stomping on the man's foot, he gasps in pain, I spin around impossibly fast and pin his arm behind his back. I kick him down, forcing him onto the ground.

"Move and I break your arm" I growl

"You're crazy!" He gasps

Werewolf walks cautiously up to me, like I'M the wild animal!

"You don't want to hurt him Clary. He's just a mundane, one harmless mundane. Let him go."

I weigh up my options, if I wanted to survive in the mundane world I should probably start with not killing people. A crowd of children had gathered around the entrance to the home, wondering who the new girl was. It must've looked strange, a tiny ten year old, pinning down a man triple her age. I release him, he scrambles away and jumps back into his car, driving away as fast as possible.

"You're a Shadowhunter, yes?"

I nod, there was still no way I'd trust the mutt.

"Come inside" He offers, gesturing towards the house.

"I'm not going anywhere with YOU" I say, crossing my arms.

"It's this or I take you to the Clave and I have a feeling you wouldn't like that" He threatens.

"But, you're a Downworlder, you're dangerous"

"I swear by the angel I won't hurt you"

So, the mutt is brave enough to swear by the Angel, He has some guts; I'll give that to him. I follow him through the house, letting him guide me into his office, once the door is shut, he rounds on me.

"Who are you?"

"Clary Fray"

"Why are you HERE?"

"Same reason as they others I'm assuming"

"Where have you been living before? I have no previous records of you, not before the Smith's handed you in"

"That's classified"

He hounds me for hours, only getting a few scraps of information. He had to stop after being interrupted by another woman. She had bright ginger hair, cascading down her shoulders and the same uncanny green eyes. She looked EXACTLY like me, if I was a grown woman that is.

"Hey Luke. I was just popping in to see how the kids were doing; I went to the shops and bought more cookies as well. I was running out of art supplies and I just sold another painting to Bane…"

She rambles on, making little sense to me. She is cut of abruptly when she realises that Luke isn't responding. It was then that she finally glances at me, she does a double take.

"Clarissa?" She gasps.

"How do you know me!?" I say, standing up and reaching for the seraph blade that I had taken out of my bag when Luke wasn't looking. I held it out in front of me, adopting the fighting stance that Valentine had drilled into my very existence. If he could see me now within metres of a Downworlder and this strange woman…

"How is this possible? You're dead!" She turns to Luke. "But… she…little Jonathon and Clarissa in the ashes…Valentine…how!?"

"I don't know" Luke exclaims, clearly as dumbfounded as her.

I twirl the sword absentmindedly.

"Be careful with that! How old are you?" She asks, concerned.

I scoff, careful? It's a sword.

"Ten. Tell me who YOU are and I'll explain who I am"

"Ten...Luke it makes sense"

"I know"

She told me who she was. Her version of events was a lot different from what Valentine told me, but I believed her anyway. Valentine was a liar, he told me she had run away and abandoned me. Jonathon had believed him right away, I obviously didn't but going against Valentine was always a bad idea. I began to understand why it happened; she was scared of him that I understood only too well. She ran away after the rebellion, it's not a surprise that was kept from me either. Luke surprised me though, I had never known a Downworlder to be anything but cruel like my father had taught me.

"Alrighty then. So.. My name is Clarissa Morgenstern. I've lived with Valentine and Jonathon all my life at the Morgenstern Manor. It seems to me that he faked our deaths and sought refuge in a new mansion, further into Alicante. You appear to already know the nature of Valentine, so I'll leave it to you to imagine how life was. He trained me and Jonathon to be the best Shadowhunters of our generation, he trained us so much it eventually led to my escape. I discovered a talent, it nearly cost me my life to keep as a secret but I eventually created a portal. The Smith's found me and then kicked me out."

They looked shocked.

"Valentine didn't…hurt you did he?" Jocelyn asked.

"He's a very…strict father, so yes he did."

"I'm so sorry, I would have taken you with me if I had known you were still alive. And Jonathon? What happened to him?"

"He worships Valentine, I don't know why. It's probably the demon blood. He's cruel to everyone, his life turned sour by hatred. I think he only ever liked two people - me and Valentine"

"He's still controlled by the demon blood?"

"Yes"

"You can come live with me. It's okay, I have my own apartment and there's room for two. I could always-"

"No" I reply, my mind already made up.

"No?"

"I want to start again. I want to be independent. If I'm always relying on someone else I'll be a burden. Besides, we'll both be much safer away from each other. Valentine will look for you first, he'll assume that's where I'm hiding. If I'm somewhere completely different, it'll be harder to track. The last thing we want is for Valentine to find me and use my rune power."

"I guess so...but can we at least make a compromise. Weekends? I can't bear the thought of never getting to know my own daughter"

I suppose, I have always wanted a mother…

"Okay, but I live here and no rules, I can take care of myself"

"Alright" She seems reluctant, but agrees and leaves the room. I had studied the way Luke seemed to faun over her. To love is to destroy…Valentine thought that was gospel, but I never have.

"You want to marry her don't you?" I ask, to me it was obvious

He seems taken aback.

"Ye-e-s, why?"

"You should ask her, the feelings are mutual. I bet she never even realised that she loves you"

"You are a very wise ten year old"

"It what happens when you get your first runes at five years old and the fact that my only friends were books"

Luke did listen to my advice, she married Jocelyn and I was forced into a dress along with the other kids to be a bridesmaid. Other my years I want watched the other kids grow, most of them abused in some way, I found it easy to pity them and encourage, I didn't have a childhood full of sunshine and rainbows either. My Shadowhunter instincts never left me though, I became two different people.

Clary Fray was the normal ginger mundane who loved life. She was awful at sport, loved art, baking, she lived in care and visited her mother at weekends, she loved children, music and everything a teenager could want to be. She was also confident and had quite the attitude at school (hey, I was pretending to be a kid in care, I already had my excuses)

Clarissa Morgenstern was the best Shadowhunter in New York; she was white haired (like Valentine) and had mysterious blue eyes (a trick created from a rune). She killed demons when she wanted and knew everything about the shadow world. She was feared by many. She was Valentine's daughter.

Of course Clary Fray was who I preferred to be, but now and then I had to let off steam as Clarissa. After all, you can't reverse ten years of strict Shadowhunter training. The Clave heard news of the mysterious Shadowhunter and had sent word to the members of the New York Institute. I had to hide who I truly was, which was fine by me, seeing as I loved the Mundane World. You were free to do what you wanted with your life. Shadowhunters were stupid to ignore it.