AN Okay First story ever even though I've had this acount forever. Names Owlcitygal and yes I am addicted to Owl CIty:) just sayin. Cassandra Clare owns Magnus and some other characters in this story. I own some too.

The little boy looked around curiously. The meadow was so beautiful in the early morning light. He heard his older sister singing softly as they went together to gather water for their family. Magnus admired his sister. She was the one who looked after the family. Their mother was always busy preoccupying their good for nothing father. Magus' cat eyes looked at Meg fondly. She was so beautiful, yet she had to deal with her stupid cursed little brother. Because he was a monster, a warlock, the people in the village were after him. They were afraid of him. They called him a witch. Those stupid, foolish people if only they knew,

Once Magnus and Meg had gathered the water they started on their journey home. Magnus was a silent child but he would always talk to Meg when they were alone.

"What is wrong?" Meg asked. She got nothing in response. She turned and watched him carefully. She looked at his small, sad cat eyes. They held so much pain. Too much pain for a five year old. She cared for him so deeply. Seeing him so hurt affected her as well.

"Magnus please talk to me. I can't help if you don't respond to me."

"Do you think mommy actually loves me?"

Meg was taken back at the question. Did their mother actually love Magnus? Ok It was true she didn't treat both of them right. She showed more emotions to Meg though. She was always so much colder toward Magnus though. Their mother, Janie, loved him when she found out she was pregnant with her second child, who was still yet unborn. When Magnus was born she saw the fear, the hate, the confusion in her mother's eyes. Meg looked at her new little brother curiously. Everything looked fine to her. She gasped when the baby opened his eyes. They were cat like. She fell in love instantly, but their mother not so much.

"I think she loves you but she shows it in a different way." Meg new it was a lie but she didn't want her baby brother to be hurt.

The little boy stopped and stared at his sister. They both new the answer to his question. She was just trying to make him feel better. His mother in fact did not love him. He knew in his heart though that his sister did. He felt anger build up inside him. Who needs a mommy when you have a great, beautiful sissy like Meg. Not him for sure.