16 years ago:

Magnus Bane was applying a new coat of glitter to his hair when someone hurriedly pounded on his front door. With a groan, he walked to the door and prepared to open it. It better not be some vampire complaining about there being werewolves at last night's party, Magnus thought. When the door creaked open, Magnus was prepared to see a Down Worlder of some sort waiting for him. However, no one stood in the open doorway. Just as Magnus was about to slam the door shut with annoyance, he noticed a wooden basket full of lavender blankets on the ground.

The curious warlock bent down to inspect the basket. Peacefully sleeping in the bundle of blankets was a baby. A note was sitting on the infant's chest. It read:

To Whom Ever I have left my baby with,

I do not know you, yet I still ask you to fulfill the daunting task that I could not. Please rase my daughter as if she were your own child. I live a life that I don't want this innocent child to be apart of. A life of danger and violence. As a mother, I believe that no one should be forced into this lifestyle.

Thank you

When Magnus went to pick up the basket, he sensed something. At the moment he couldn't tell what. Nether the less, Magnus took the abandoned child inside. With the snap of his fingers, a warm fire started in the fireplace. The sparkly warlock extended his arms toward the infant and picked her up. It was then that's he could tell what he had felt just moments before.

The baby that was cradled against his chest was no average, mundane child. Sleeping in his arms was a young Nephilim. It all made sense to Magnus now. On the note, the infant's mother had written 'A life of danger and violence' when she described her own life. Magnus found it comical that the mother had unknowingly given her child to a warlock. However, knowing that Warlocks could not have children, Magnus gladly took the baby Shadowhunter in. He had always wanted kids.

"Now only to decide on a name for you," Magnus chirped to the baby. Silence filled the room while Magnus thought on how to name his new daughter. "How about Artemis?" The baby did not whine in protest, which pleased the warlock. Magnus chuckled to himself at his own joke. There was no better way to name a baby Shadowhunter, than after the Greek goddess of hunting. Magnus tried the infant's name on his tongue, "Artemis Bane. Sounds pretty good."

Present day (Jace's POV):

I was woken by a loud scratching sound on my bedroom door. When I read the alarm-clock on my nightstand, I saw that it was only 2:33 in the morning. With a groan, my hands fumbled for the witch light that also sat on my nightstand. I carefully got out of bed and stumbled towards the noise. When I opened the door, I saw that Church was the one assaulting my door. He meowed, glad the he had gotten my attention.

"What do you want, Church?" I asked. The cat simply meowed again and started down the hall, as if to say Come on! I've got something important to show you! Before following the cat down the dark hallway, I grabbed a seraph blade from my room. Just in case, I thought to myself.

Eventually, Church led me to Hodge's old room. A shiver went down my spine at the though of Hodge. To my surprise, the door to the now unused room was wide open. Standing in the middle of the room was an unfamiliar figure. With the light that radiated from my witch light, I could tell that it was a girl, about Clary's age, with her back toward me. Dark purple hair, with silver glitter scattered in it, sat across her head. Black fabric that resembled Shadowhunter gear clothed her. She looks like a female Magnus! I thought.

She silently walked over to Hodge's old desk and started rummaging through the drawers. Once it seemed she had found what she was looking for, she began stuffing things into a bag than hung from her shoulder. The mysterious girl turned around, catching me off guard. She spotted me and we made eye contact. A small gasp escaped my lips at the sight of her eyes, which looked just like Magnus's cat eyes.

"What's up, Sparkle?" I teased the girl about her hair. Her eyes narrowed with rage as she lunged towards me. I attempted to dodge Sparkle, but to my surprise she was faster than my reflexes. She knocked me onto the floor.

Sparkle saw the Morgenster ring hanging around my neck and sneered, "Now that could earn me some cash, so I'll be taking it!" She grabbed at the ring and yanks the chain from my neck. I could feel a small sting on my skin where the silver chain had broken.

I was still on the floor when Sparkle removed a thick rope from her bag. She then dragged me up to one of the two columns that stood outside of Hodge's old door. With the rope Sparkle easily tied me to a column, despite the effort I poured into the task of fighting back. How the hell was a young warlock out fighting me, the most skilled Shadowhunter of my generation!? I silently cursed to myself.

The thief drew back her right arm to punch me before running down the hall. Her fist hit me square in the face, and I felt blood run down my nose as I watched her leap out an opened window.

"Clary, Izzy," I shouted, trying to get help,"We've got a problem!"

Fay: So, before I say anything, Jace, Magnus and Artemis have a message for you.

Jace: Hey Fay,

Fay: What Jace?

Jace: Isn't that the girl who attacked me? (points to Artemis)

Fay: Umm, I cannot answer that yet. (Winks to Magnus) Anyway, Magnus, would you like to deliver our devastating news?

Magnus: Sure, but I don't think it's really 'devastating'. Ok, here we go. Our lovely Fay Thornbush does not own any of The Mortal Instruments characters.

Artemis: Hey! What about me.

Magnus: Well, Fay does own my spactacular daughter, Artemis.

Jace: (face twisted in confusion) Wait, what? Magnus, warlocks can't have kids.

(Confused expression also falls upon Artemis's face)

Fay: Ok, before this gets out of hand and all of this story's secrets are spilled, I want to say Please Review. It motivates me and tells me people want to read my story. Please be kind, this is the first Fic that I've dedicated myself to. Plus, this is like practice because I want to be an author when I'm older.

Oh, oh, hey Jace!

Jace: What!

Fay: (with diabolical grin) prepare for ducks in the next chapter.

Jace: (shrieks)