This is a series of one-shots about Jace's childhood with Valentine before he knew the evils of his father. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments or Crayola Crayons
Drawing the Sunrise
Idris is a beautiful place for one to call home. The lush green landscape meets the crystal blue, cloudless sky every day just after a sunrise of every color ever thought of, and even though it was there and gone within an hour, Jace Wayland was determined to draw it. See, his father, Michael Wayland had told him if he could draw the sunrise he would have no chores for a week, and to an eight-year-old, a whole week is a substantial amount of time. Every morning for the past month Jace would arise before anyone else in Idris, collect his box of sixty-four crayons, and wait for the sun to bring forth a new day. The problem for his mind to grasp was that the sunrise was different every day. He figured that if he picked one part of the sky to draw every day, eventually he would have the whole sky drawn on his little piece of paper. Today he was going to draw the western most part of the sky, the last section in his masterpiece. After observing the ways the blues, pinks, and purples mixed he picked up his crayons and began to draw. First, his left hand reached for a shade of purple, purple mountains majesty, to be exact. Jace always liked to over exaggerate things, so purple mountains majesty was his favorite crayon, and whenever the sun rise decided to let him use it he would jump at the chance. He ferociously scribbled on his paper, trying to catch all the colors on the paper, for the sunrise was turning to day. As the sky returned to its usual blue, the young boy sighed in relief. He had finished, just in time too, for today he was supposed to clean out the horse stables, and in his opinion, no matter how long he cleaned, they always remained dirty.
He continued on with his daily morning routing and made breakfast for him and his father. Every morning Jace would squeeze fresh orange juice and make two eggs, sunny side up. Although Jace could not wait for his father to wake, he was patient, for he knew if he rushed his old man in the morning there would be unspeakable consequences. Jace set the table and sat down in his chair, opposite his fathers and politely waited to begin eating. Just as the food was turning cold, Michael Wayland walked into the small kitchen. He plopped down into his chair and began to eat his food without even noticing the egar boy sitting across from him. Jace, mimicking his father began to eat to, sipping at his juice just after his father did. After breakfast was finished and the dishes were cleared Michael Wayland seemed to notice his son vibrating with excitement next to him. "What is it Jace," he asked.
"Father, I finished my picture of the sunrise, and I wish to show it to you."
"Hand it here boy." Jace quickly obliged and then occupied himself by carefully inspecting the kitchen floor tiles.
"This is very good."
"Thank you Father!"
"But there color schemes are all wrong. They don't blend. The picture appears to be drawn in segments. This is not what I wanted from you. The orders were to draw on sunrise. Did I not make myself clear!?" Michael screamed at his son.
"Yes sir" Jace barely breathed in response.
"This is a piece of trash, it has no use but for kindling," and with that Michael threw his sons masterpiece into the flames of their furnace without a second thought.
R&R Please! I will take ideas for this series of one shots!
~ Tree