-A brother? I have brother?
-Yes and he will be living with us.
Jonathan was quiet, trying to gather his thoughts. His father continued.
-His name is Jonathan Christopher...
-But... But that's my name..!
-Yes, – Valentine looked at his son with a warning in his eyes – but I'll call you Jace. He's your age and – he proceeded looking at the look of confusion that had settled in his son's face- he is a key point to our cause, just like you are.
As his father looked down to the ebony desk, to continue his work, Jonathan "No! Jace! Now my name his Jace!" found himself staring at the book lined walls of his father's study, lost in thoughts
A brother... I have a brother...He is my age. His name is my name. His father is my father. He must be like me.
He clenched his fists.
-You may leave now – his father dismissed.
And so he did.
The training room of the Morgenstern Manor was an ample hall, with high ceilings and stained glass windows showing angels and battle scenes, suited with everything any Nephillim would ever need to be a proper warrior.
Jonathan, or as he would from now on be called, Jace, entered the room and tried to decide what to do.
In front of him, stretching about half way into the room, was the strength building station in which he had spent most of his early teenage years , he fondly remembered the times he had exercised there to his last ounce of energy to achieve the perfect body. But not today.
Moving on. There was a space reserved for short ranged weaponry to his left, the walls were lined with an impressive array of blades (and not only blades) ranging from the humblest dagger to majestic double-handed swords and 2 meter long spears, the floor only slightly padded. To his right lay a mat for hand to hand combat
But you need a partner for that-he murmured bitterly
Moving along there was a shooting range with targets that imitated human physiognomy.
Jonathan started moving his arms around to warm up his joints; when he took the bow in his hand and placde the matching sheath on his shoulder the whole room began to blur until there was nothing but him and target.
"I might as well improve my skills..."
He took an arrow from the sheath and readied it on the string.
"Before the other Jonathan comes here"
He armed the bow and took aim.
"My brother..." if he wasn't so focused he would have spat on the floor "I'll show him"
He released the string and the arrow was shot into the air skewering the dummy through the heart.
