Stephen and Celine Herondale died December 1992, Jace was born January 1991, Clary was bron August 1991, Izzy and Mark were born 1991, Alec was born September 1989, Simon was born 1990 and Georgia was born March 1992. Jace still lived with Valentine
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments, it belongs to Cassie Clare
Prologue:
Friday August 5, 2003
The streets of Idris was unusually empty, no sound was made except for the distant talk in the grand hall located in the Capital City of Alicante. Every Shadowhunter was currently in the grant hall discussing issues that have surfaced… except for one little Shadowhunter.
The girl looked no older than 11, with long golden hair and blue eyes. Her usual cheerful eyes looked sad and if you looked close enough, one could see tears on her cheeks. The little girl finally sat down with her back to a wall, she leaned her head back until it was resting on the wall and closed her eyes. She assumed she was alone. But she was wrong.
If the girl had opened her eyes and looked into the distance, she would of seen a boy slightly older than her, kicking a stone with his foot and traveling towards her. This boy was slightly taller than the girl; he had white-blonde hair that fell in ringlets and beautiful blue-green eyes the colour of verdigris. The boy stopped kicking the rock when he finally stood in front of the girl; he looked at her with a frown on his face as if wondering what he should do. The boy finally opted to sit down beside her.
"You're missing the meeting" the boy whispered, but the only response he received was a hum. "It's not going to be very interesting is it?" he still did not receive a worded reply but he knew she was listening. She always listened to him. Always. The boy knew she was upset, they were best friends, how could he not know. "I saw what happened before the meeting, you didn't deserve to get yelled at, the inquisitor was out of line." The girl finally opened her violet-blue eyes and looked at the boy. "She's not the inquisitor to me, she's my grandmother and in her eyes, I am a disappointment." She told him, "No, you're not a disappointment, not to me." The boys voice was full of honesty. The little girl did not reply to him but she simply hugged him instead. Actions did always speak louder than words.