BEFORE: the first time that Clary meets Jace – ish. Set when they are both fourteen years old so Magnus Bane's spell still deletes her memories of what she sees as soon as she has seen it.
The fourteen year old boy tackled a malformed creature to the ground. He gasped with the effort and whispered "Ithariel". It sounded like a curse until his sword became a shaft of light. The boy swung the sword at a malnourished limb and lodged the sword in the back of the creature's leg. It howled in agony but didn't relent in its struggles.
To the red-head onlooker, the scene was incredible. She stood, stunned, not knowing what to do.
He was masked and wore dark, skin-tight clothing - like training clothes on a cold day. The only way to distinguish him was his bright blonde hair, standing out against the black leather of his gear. He let out a groan of pain as a black, sticky liquid spilled out of the creature, over his bare hand, and began to fizz.
Apart from his face, his hands were the only skin you could see. It wasn't as pale as you would expect it to be in comparison to his gear. He was tanned, even for summer. You could tell just my his build that he was the boy that would make girls swoon at school, that the other guys resented or loved.
The red-head took a step towards him, to help him up, but she was stopped when the creature started to squirm again and he cried out in anguish. She flinched, unnoticed.
"Clary!" Her mom calls from the street at the end of the alleyway. "What are you staring at? You've got art class, come on!"
The red-head slowly turned away and shook her head. When she looked back, there was nothing there, only the emptiness of something she should have remembered.
Hi! So this is my second short fanfic - I hope you enjoyed it and please review! :D