"The storms were endlessly rising... endlessly trying to strip away our peace...endlessly trying to ruin our love... so we became a bigger storm."
Twelve years ago
Two little red headed girls with ivory skin and jungle green eyes, a mirror image of each other, sit playing on the waters edge with huge smiles on their faces as they played with their mermaid dolls together. Their mother is sitting on a bench not to far away from them with a fond smile on her face. A stranger is sitting on the bench next to the oldest redhead, making a comment about how the twins look just like Jocelyn.
Jocelyn smiles, looking to her daughters then back to the stranger. "It's the hair." Replies Jocelyn, a little pride in her voice and smile on her lips.
The two little girls, Clary and Kara, wave their dolls hands at a near by toad while giggling at it. The smiles fall from the girls faces slowly as the water in the pond starts to ripple alarmingly so and the toad hops away as if threatened. The water ripples harsher causing the girls to jump slightly and suddenly water is splashing as a monster erupts from the water, looking all kinds of huge, menacing and terrifying. The girls drop their dolls, fear washing over them and Jocelyn looks over, her instincts to protect her children kicking in straight away and whips out a stele at the sight and scans her forearm, which glows like lava. Jocelyn disappears, leaving a confused bench-mate behind.
The pond monster screeches in Clary's face and looks about ready to bite her head off but Kara jumps forward pushing her sister back to protect her only to let out a shrill scream as part of the monster rips into her torso, picking her up like a rag doll. Jocelyn is running over as fast as she can, the women lets out a shout causing the beast to get distracted and drop her daughter back by the other with a thud. Jocelyn, with a glowing sword in hand and stele in the other runs attacks the demon which lunges at her.
Jocelyn destroys the monsters it collapses into writhing sparks. She stands at the edge of the water a few feet closer then her children are, she lets out a shaky breath before she dares to turn around. Fear, anguish, horror and grief courses throw her as she sees one of her daughters lying on the ground, covered in red as she bleeds uncontrollably from the large open wound on her torso as the other daughter holds her.
The color drains from her face, sheathing her seraph blade as she hurried to her daughters, dropping to her knees beside her. Her breath is shaky as she leans over her daughter, running her hand over her older daughters forehead who blinked up at her with wide scared eyes. "It's going to be okay." Jocelyn breaths out.
"Mommy, help her!" Clary pleads from beside her and Jocelyn searches for something to do now. She looks to the stele in her other hand, she doesn't want to do this to her daughter but she'd rather her daughter be rune-d and part of her world than be be dead.
"This will help it might look and feel bad but it will, okay?" Both girls nod to the best of their abilities. The mother presses her lips together as she brings the stele to her daughters skin. The older twin screams as the stele burns a healing rune into her flesh, Clary screams as well and tears well in Jocelyn eyes at hearing her daughter in so much pain. She finishes the rune and pulls her injured daughter up to her, hugging her tightly knowing the ruin will only give them some extra time.
The little girl whimpered in fear and pain as she clutched at her mothers shirt front, desperately hanging on. All her mother could do was shush her, rubbing her back in comforting circles while tears spilled down her own. "Hush, little baby." She crooned soothingly even though her voice was hitching. "It's going to be okay." She tried to promise her daughter as the red stain continued to grow, staining her shirt. "Your mother loves you...Just hold on."
The little girl, so pale, so cold, just wanted her mother, knowing she was hurt but not how bad and that she always feel safe in her arms. The dying child said nothing, but her iron fisted grasp on the mother's shirt started to lessen slightly as Jocelyn kept a steady, comforting babble of words that wash over the girl who was was fading fast. The little girl eyes feel shut and her world fell into darkness.
The women, holding her daughter tighter, pushed herself to stand up, child against her chest. "We have to go!" She tells Clary who, with a tear stained face, could only nod and follow her mother.
"Magnus!"Jocelyn cries frantically, like she's being chased as she pounds on a round door as she holds her dying daughter. The lion head embellishment at the center of the door recedes, revealing a very large peephole. An extremely attractive asian male with cat eyes is revealed to be inside as he glares at Jocelyn, unsmilingly though his glare eases as he sees the blood.
Moments later they're inside Magnus's place which is decorated in an antique asian theme and young Kara is lying on unconscious on a antique looking table with Magnus standing over her, his hands glowing blue as the hover over her wound.
Her heartbeat is so faint, she's so pale and cold to the touch. Magnus knew from how faint her heartbeat was, how pale she was, how large the wound was and how cold she was that this little girl is not going to survive. He tried, he really did try to heal her with his magic but it was too severe and the girl was too close to death to be saved.
He stops, grim look on his face, closing his eyes and sighing because although he's managed to stop the bleeding but he knows it's not a fix, it's just delaying her death. He looks back to the mother and Jocelyn feels her heartbreak. "I have stopped the bleeding for now...she has a few hours at best." He admits to her turning away as the mother lets out a hurt noise as she hurries back to her eldest daughters side.
She reaches down and cups the side of her daughters face as tears spill down her own. Her daughter is dying and she's going to have to say goodbye. Her thumb caresses under Kara's closed eye as she lets out a shaky breath before pulling back, her eyes turning to her other daughter. Clary's so silent, she's tied to a post by heavy ropes with tears streaking down her face and blood of her still stained on her, feeling so scared of what is happening. In this moment Jocelyn feels as if she's failed at everything it takes to be a parent.
She presses her lips together as she looks back to Magnus by her side. "I never wanted them to be apart of this world, Magnus, and now... There has to be a way to save her.." Her voice is so broken and quite.
"There might be a way to save her.." He admits as he looks to the younger twin.
"Anything..." The mother tells him because she's willing to do anything to save her daughters life.
"Are you sure?"
"I just want my daughters alive and away from this all. I want them to forget..I want you to take their memories." As soon as Jocelyn says that he's shaking his head knowing that it is no longer possible for that girl to be able to live the lie of being a mundane any longer.
"That's not possible. Not with Kara. Not if she lives." He tells her harshly, turning to look at the mother who meets his eyes.
"Just save her please." She pleads and Magnus looks at her disapprovingly but he does so none the less. A lock of hair and a drop of blood from each twin and a few other ingredients mixed together smeared on the girls wound in a green paste. It melts into her as the wound starts to seal, his hands dance in the air sparking and glowing blue, words chanting from his mouth loudly as he uses Clary life to save her sister's life and heal her the best he can without killing her. Jocelyn assures Clary throughout it'll be okay and Clary pushes through it somehow knowing her sister will live because of this.
The spell is done and Clary feels weak in her binds, colour slowly starts reappearing in Kara's skin. Jocelyn lets out a breath of relief as she walks back over to Kara who is looking more alive. Jocelyn knows that Kara cannot return with her after this all, she knows it's far too dangerous. "Can you take care of her?" She asks him because maybe just maybe Magnus will be able to care for Kara, teach her everything and protect her.
"Jocelyn..." He starts but she's not having it.
"Take Clary's memories of today..take her memories of Kara away." She tells him firmly, already having made up her mind about this and he can't understand this.
"Mom!" Clary screams weakly and alarmed, not wanting to lose her sister. She thought her sister dying would be horrible but not even remembering her? She thinks that would be worse. The warlock shakes his head, fuming at the mother.
"You're not protecting her, you're deceiving her and abandoning you other daughter! He argues, decrying her motives. "I can't, I won't, take care of her..of a child!" The idea sounds insane to him because he has never even considered having a child before, i.e adopting, and if he has to do this the only way he could protect her is giving her his name or handing her to the Clave and he isn't eager on either of those options.
"It's too dangerous not to... you know if people find out about their father.. Please, Magnus." She pleads and for some reason he walks over to Clary, putting his hand into front of her face and finger dancing as a blue glow starts as he steals her memories. He tells them to get out after that, only sparing the mother a minute to say goodbye to Kara because she is no longer her mother and now the world will believe Kara Fray was nothing more than a figment of a child's imagination.
She wakes up slowly, she feels like she's on a soft cloud but her mind is hazy. She looks around, pushing herself up in the large bed and everything looks so foreign but it feels like home. She pushes herself out of bed to look around further and the room looked like it was fit for a princess, expensive and beautiful. She is in awe,as if all of this is new, until the sound of a door opening makes her turn.
A tall, slender, Asian man with feline eyes stands in the door way. She looks momentarily confused as she meets his eyes and speaks the only word she can think of. "Dad?"
A few months later news was flying around that Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn, had adopted a daughter, Kisa Bane, who was apparently an orphaned shadowhunter.
Hey so totally not sure about this story so yes I'm having Clary be six at the time of that attack even though she looked closer to 8 or 9 in that flashback. The next chapter will be in present this was just sort of a explaining flashback. Think this will be a Isabelle/OC fic! Let me know what you think about this idea so far! This will explore allot of the father/daughter relastionship between Magnus/Oc also.
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