So...I was originally going to save the back story I made for Jace for until I had finished with Chandra's but as you can see that didn't happen. I'll just do them both at the same time. How about that? Oh boy.

Jordyn smiled and shook his head as he watched his brother sleep. Jace had never really been one for sleep, preferring a book. When he did sleep he looked five years younger than he was. The ten year old never slept in his room. I'm pretty sure he doesn't like being isolated except that's exactly what he does to himself. Jordyn shrugged to himself, "Oh well." Jace slept curled up like a cat and he could sleep anywhere. He was currently on the couch in the living room.

Jace shifted slightly in his sleep. Jordyn shook his head. He already acts like the world rests on his shoulders and his alone. He's the only one that can bear that and it's not the case. He always slept with his back against something, whether it is a wall or the back of the couch is irrelevant. He won't sleep if his back isn't against something solid. Jordyn smirked, "Well see ya later." He stood and went up the stairs.

Jace opened his eyes. It's dark. He sat up and looked around. His left arm was tingly from him laying on it. The house was a little cold but not intolerably so. I'll just take a look around and then get a book or something. Jace slid off the couch. He checked every room in the house. He was careful not to wake anyone up when he checked their rooms. His two sisters shared a room and his brother slept in the basement. Jace's room was upstairs but it was not his favorite place to be. It felt cramped and small. It was more often than not the coldest place in the house. Jace went back to the couch and sat on it. He pulled his knees up close to his chest.

He often heard whispers that no one else did. It was kind of creepy but he was used to it. His parents didn't know and neither did any of his siblings. They'll think I'm crazy and I really don't want that. Besides I'm perfectly content. It's just this kind of background hum anyway. I don't really know what they're saying unless I concentrate on it so whatever. I don't concentrate on it often. Jace chuckled to himself, "Unless I'm bored. But then I can just blame that on imaginary friends and everything will be okay. Everyone expects a ten year old to have imaginary friends." That's kind of weird but I guess that since ten still counts as being a kid then they expect me to have childlike behaviors. Jace shrugged, "Whatever." I wonder if I can identify who the voices belong to. That would be cool. That'd be kind of weird though. "One of them sounds like Mom," Jace giggled softly.

"So, I see you're awake," Jordyn said from the doorway.

Jace jumped and looked at him, "What? What'd you do that for? I was thinking."

"About what?" Jordyn asked.

"Nothing important," Jace muttered.

Jordyn sighed and sat next to him.

Jace didn't look at him.

"Okay, important or not," Jordyn tipped his head back and looked at the ceiling, "curiosity demands an answer."

"So?" Jace glanced at him, "Curiosity killed the cat."

"You're the cat though," Jordyn smirked.

Jace's eyes narrowed, "I'm not a cat!"

"You sleep curled up like one. You can sleep anywhere like one and you get into trouble like one," Jordyn shrugged.

Jace cocked his head to the side, "Who's Jarvis?"

Jordyn glanced at him, "I've never mentioned him to you before."

Jace blinked and swallowed nervously, "You haven't? I could've sworn you had."

Jordyn shook his head, "No. But since you somehow know he's my friend. I learned swordplay with him."

"Where's he from?" Jace asked.

"Mountains," Jordyn said vaguely.

"He's your friend. You have to know more than that," Jace insisted.

"Actually, I don't. That's all he said. He's from the mountains," Jordyn said.

"No," Jace leaned forward insistently, "You know more than that."

Jordyn's eyes narrowed, "And?"

"I want to know," Jace said in a matter of fact tone.

"You are ten," Jordyn said, "I am seventeen. I will naturally know more things than you and this will qualify as one of those things."

"What's a planeswlaker?" Jace asked.

Jordyn closed his eyes, "Jace."

Jace swallowed, "Yeah?" His voice was suddenly quiet and sullen.

"I don't know," Jordyn said quickly, "Okay."

Jace nodded, "Okay." But one of the voices said Jarvis was a planeswalker. What's a planeswalker? Why would Jarvis be one? What does a planeswalker do? Are they different from regular mages?

Jace jumped as Jordyn stood up suddenly, "What?" Did I make you mad? I hope not.

"C'mon, Conner's coming today," Jordyn smiled, "We should clean this place up so Mom doesn't get pissed off."

Jace looked around, "But this isn't my mess. Vadanya you and Orriyon did this."

"And?" Jordyn pulled him off the couch, "You live here too. Help clean."

"Fine," Jace sighed. It's not my mess. I didn't do anything. I just read books. I don't play any of these games. He flipped through a stack of cards, "Why are these scattered everywhere anyway? I mean they are under the bookshelf."

"Can't reach those huh?" Jordyn asked.

"No one can," Jace said.

"Meaning the set is going to be incomplete," Jordyn nodded.

Jace glanced at him, "I know that."

"And it's going to bug the hell out of Mom," Jordyn finished.

Jace rolled his eyes, "You really think so?"

"You really need to lay off the sarcasm," Jordyn muttered.

Jace shook his head, "Okay. Whatever."

Jordyn sighed. Mom's going to kill you.

"I don't care," Jace muttered.

Jordyn glanced at him in surprise, "I didn't say anything."

Jace glanced at him before looking away quickly, "I wasn't talking to you."

Jordyn watched him carefully.

Jace felt his brother's gaze on him. Uh-oh, I really don't want him to start asking awkward questions. He set the cards down and got to his feet, "I'm going to go, um, up to my room to get something." He shot up the stairs. That was pathetic. I really need to get better at that if I'm going to be able to sound the least bit convincing. In order to avoid awkward questions I have to be convincing. Jace sighed, "This is not going to be fun." What if I am crazy? I mean people don't usually hear voices that sound like their family members all the time.