So, I had a dream the other night and this is the result of that crazy awesome dream. Of course I left out the really weird part about Alec and Magnus riding a glittery blue unicorn. It was just way to weird. Anyways, I wanted to post this and see what you guys thought before I actually decided to continue this as a story. So I hope you guys enjoy! P.S.-I seriously don't own the Mortal Instruments , Cassandra Clare does. -Cries uncontrollably-

The Morgenstern princess. She was an enigma of the Morgenstern kingdom. Many people assumed that she was going to be another copy of the cruel, violent King Valentine like her older brother, Jonathan was. Valentine was known for his hatred for Downworlders and fondness of demons and summoning them for his army, a trait, it seemed, that had been passed on to his son that had Lilith's blood in his veins. However, Clarissa Morgenstern was the complete opposite of the two. She was known to help sneak Downworlders out of the kingdom, willing to bear the punishment her father would give her for her actions. She was gifted with the angel Ithuriel's blood running in her veins, resulting in the power to create runes that were as old as the angels themselves. That had been Valentine's biggest regret, injecting his daughter with angel's blood when she was only a baby. For had he known she would become the key into destroying him and his demon prince, he would have killed her long ago.

Black for hunting through the night

For Death and Mourning, the colors white

Gold for a Bride in her wedding gown

And red to call the enchantment down

She recited the nursery rhyme her mother had taught her when she was six in her mind as she drove her Seraph blade through the demon, ichor splashing onto her fighting gear. It kept her focused as she tried to stay sane in the carnage and chaos around her. She could barely hear herself over the roar of the battlefield.

White silk for when our bodies burn

Blue banners for when the Lost return

Flame for the birth of a Nephillim

And to wash away our sins

Her father would have her head if he got a hold of her. She was supposed to be fighting alongside his demon and Endarkened Nephillim, not helping the Herondale King's soldiers. He still believed that she was a naïve little girl that he could force to do his bidding. He still believed her to be weak.

Gray for the knowledge best untold

Bone for those who don't grow old

Saffron Lights for the Victory march

Green will mend our Broken hearts

Her silver whip wrapped around a demon's neck, severing it off its body with a quick tug, saving one of Herondale's men from its deadly claws. The young woman spun quickly, seraph blade flashing in the moon light as it made its way through an Endarkened Nephillim's chest. The blood that stained the blade was as black as a demon's. She shuddered at what her father and brother had done.

Silver for the Demon Towers

And Bronze to summon wicked powers

Her father had started this war that had taken so many lives already. Brocelind Plain was soaked with blood and Ichor. Bodies of the Endarkened and Nephillim were strewn across the ground. Fires burned in several places. The young woman breathed heavily, swiping a hand across her sweaty, blood covered face. There was no end to this madness. A black void clouded her vision, long enough to show a rune that the angels themselves sent to her. A cry of retreat snapped her back to reality. Herondale's men were retreating to Brocelind Forest, demons and Endarkened following. She had only a small window of time to save those men. She pulled out her stele and dropped to the blood soaked soil. A single rune was all she had drawn.

The ground under the horde of demons and Endarkened cracked open with a deafening roar, swallowing up most of the army her father had sent to Brocelind Plain. As she watched the chaos unfold before her, she caught a glimpse of her brother standing on a cliff above the battlefield. His white hair blew around his grim face and even from where she was standing on the edge of the forest, she could see the hatred and anger burning in his cold black eyes. She could have mistaken him for Valentine if not for the crimson gear he had on. In a blink of an eye he was gone. The young woman stumbled, the strength she had put into the rune beginning to affect her as well as the many wounds she had received in battle. She fell to her knees, trying to fight the darkness that threatened to pull her under. Flashes of gold cut through her failing vision, and as she welcomed the comfort of unconsciousness, she felt warm, strong arms lifting her up from the battlefield.

Well I had fun writing that! Lol. Tell me whatcha think! If I you guys do like it I probably will continue this. I apologize if it's a little violent and if it seems to spaced for anyone, but I liked it that way. Im weird I know. Anywho, drop a lil review in that pertiful lil box down yonder. As always my loves and kisses and imaginary pancakes.

HylianShadowhunter

(Formerly DauntlessKitty)