Disclaimer: Mortal Instruments shall never belong to me. No matter how much I want it to…

Hello people who were nice enough to click onto this fanfic.

I decided to start a new fanfic, 'cause I was bored. It's a Clace story. Definitely.

Hope you enjoy it. This is more like a introduction to the story.

Hope you like it.

Chapter 1: New Places


Sometimes in your life you have to make a decision. A decision that will make you or break you. Problem is, you won't know which one is which.


Once in a lifetime.

That's what my mother told me when I was accepted into this school. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity. But just because it's a once in a lifetime opportunity doesn't mean you should go. Those were the words I repeated over and over to her. But did she listen. No.

So here I was, standing here, in the middle of the tropics waiting for the boat that would take me away from the life I knew and into the life I never wanted to have.

The location itself was beautiful, if unknown. I had been flown on a private plane to a lonely runway in the middle of a tiny island. But that hadn't been the end. No, I had gotten specific instructions that told me to wait at the third rock facing the north at the south of the island, two metres from the shore.

The sea in front of me was a gorgeous blue, clear as glass and I could see the fish swimming in and out of the small sea plants. I had taken my shoes off as soon as I had reached the beach, and the soft, white sand massaged my tired feet. Unfortunately, I couldn't move from this spot, or even sit down.

So I stood there waiting for a sign that I hadn't just been deserted on an island in the middle of nowhere. And eventually the sign came. Eventually. And it came in the form of a luxurious yacht, which probably cost more than most people's lives.

A small boat came up to the shore and I made my way towards it, to be greeted by a middle aged man with brownish hair and thick glasses. Definitely not what I had expected.

"You must be Clary," he said brightly. "My name's Luke and I was sent here to collect you. You must be pretty important to have the tank sent specially to get you."

He must have notice my confusion, as he pointed at the yacht.

"That," he explained. "Is the 'Tank'. It may not look like much, but it is incredibly strong, impervious to not only bullets but also missiles and can shoot most kinds of weaponry."

He laughed at my disbelief and I decided I like him.

"Come on, we have a long way to go."

I allowed myself to be led to the little boat, which I now saw was actually an extremely expensive motorboat.

In a couple of minutes, I found myself on the yacht, and was amazed. It was much more luxurious than I had expected and massive, nearly as big as a house but I also noticed a couple of things out of place on deck. For one there were cameras everywhere. And it wasn't hard to notice the motion sensor lights dotted around the deck.

I was led down below the deck into a small cabin, with a TV, mini fridge, bed, and a couple of shelves.

"It'll take awhile to get to our destination, so you can rest up in here. Your luggage is being brought up." Luke explained to me and left the room.

I was left alone in a tiny room, with only a tiny porthole and nothing but the movement of the waves to keep me company.


"Clary… Clary…" A gentle voice broke me out of the dreamless sleep the waves had rocked me too. I woke instantly and sat up, only to be met with Luke's bright blue eyes.

I let out a startled gasp and he chuckled.

"We're here," he said simply and left. I shook my head to clear it and surveyed the room. I was sitting on the bed where I had fallen asleep drawing in my sketchbook, though how long ago, I had no idea.

My luggage was all over the floor. I sighed and started picking up the high class black and silver suitcases. My mother had bought them for me, especially for this and I loved them. The zippers had swarovski crystal on them and embroidered into the fabric was silver thread.

I grabbed all the luggage in my hands and walked out of the room. I had a lot of bags, but it wasn't heavy at all. At least not to me. After a couple of minutes getting lost on the yacht, I finally found the exit and blinked in the bright sunlight, so different from the dark atmosphere of the cabins.

Once my vision had cleared, I took a closer look at my surroundings and gasped. I was staring at a massive tropical island, even more amazing than the last one. The lush greenery surrounded low stone buildings hiding just behind the tree line and the waters sparkled with colour and fish of every kind.

Unfortunately, the cameras hidden around the trees added an ominous atmosphere. Luke helped me off the yacht and into the small motorboat, and we drove to the shore.

I jumped off the boat and into the water, luxuriating in the warm water that felt like silk on my legs. I was glad now I had opted for simple denim mini shorts, a blue v-necked top and simple sandals, as opposed to the heavy dress my mother had wanted me to wear. I had even gotten away with next to no makeup, just some natural eye makeup to keep my mother happy.

I grabbed all my bags before Luke could offer to help and waded through the knee deep water to the shore line. Luke followed me, and led the way to the biggest stone building. I couldn't help but admire the beautiful sandstone that decorated the walls and the modern design that changed it from a simple building to a work of art.

My hands itched to draw it, and I used all my will power not to sit down right there and sketch to my heart's content. Instead I followed Luke to a through a large wooden door, and into a front hall.

The floors were paved with the same sandstone on the walls and the twin oak staircases leading to different wings gave the room a majestic feel.

Luke pointed to the right staircase. "Those stairs lead to the girl's wing, where you'll be staying and where I am not allowed to enter. Here's your key card. You'll find a booklet on your bed detailing the rules here and your schedule." He handed me a silver card and flashed me a smile before walking away.

I felt a bit lost before straightening my shoulders. You are Clarissa Fray! I told myself. An expert in all arts of fighting, renowned in your expertise of espionage and daughter of Jocelyn and Valentine. There is no way in hell you are going to let a school intimidate you.

I took a deep breath and made my way up the right stair case. I soon came to a long hallway, with doorways all along them. I looked again at the key card and noticed the number. 21. Excellent, my lucky number. As far as I could tell there were only about thirty doors along the hallway then another set of smaller stairs leading up to the next level.

The hallway was silent, not what you would expect for a girl's dormitory. But then again, it was the middle of the day. They were probably all in lessons.

I passed my door before noticing the number and hurriedly back-pedalled.

The door was the same oak as the stair case, apart from the curly silver writing in the middle. Izzy. Well, it seemed I had a room mate.

I coaxed the card into a small slot next to the door, and was surprised when a metallic voice answered.

"Please place hand on metal panel for first time fingerprint analysis," it said. I put down the rest of my bags and placed my hand on a small panel just above the card slot. I waited a couple of seconds before a ding and click from the door let me know I had passed the test.

Once again picking up my bags, I opened the door and stumbled into a massive room. The room was divided into two parts. The left side was obviously already inhabited and I smiled at the bright colours this girl had chosen to adorn her side with.

The right side was in stark contrast to it. Completely white, I took note of the glass desk holding a new laptop, probably top of the line, a printer/scanner, a pile of text books and the other various instruments neatly ordered on it. The bed was queen size with school standard white sheets with a small bedside stand with a lamp.

Overall it was a nice room and I especially liked the middle, with a couple of couches, coffee table and an absolutely massive flat screen TV. Along with state of the art sound and video system. Sometimes it was nice to be rich.

I went over to the right side of the room and hurriedly started making it over. I had packed for circumstances such as this and I took out the second largest bag and opened it.

I decided to keep the walls white, but adorned it with black and silver ornamental designs and Clary written in silver paint above the bed. I changed the sheets on the bed for my new ones; black with silver thread running through them, matching my suitcase. I grabbed a couple of black and silver cushions adding them to the two already there and voila, I had a bed to rival home.

A couple more personal touches and this half of the room was mine. I packed away my clothes in a walk in closet that I only just noticed and smirked at how much space was left.

With my clothes and suitcases away I had nothing else to do. So I grabbed my sketchbook and drew. First, using my photographic memory, I sketched the dormitory, then the beach and finally the whole front of the island from my view.

My room was next and I paid special detail to 'Izzy's' side of the room. The yacht soon followed and even the tiny motorboat. I was only when I looked at my retro alarm clock (with the numbers outlined in swarovski crystals) that I noticed how late it was.

Already four o'clock it was strange that nobody had come back yet. A digging in my spine interrupted my thinking and I turned over to find a medium sized book.

How I had not noticed before. I have no idea.

The book was bound in black leather and a silver logo was embroidered on the front. I couldn't make it out properly. Above that were the words Custodis Academy.

I opened the first page hesitantly.

Welcome to Custodis Academy. It read. The School for Spies.


Well, did you like it? I got bored and suddenly got inspiration. This is my first Mortal Instruments fanfic.

Review and tell me if there are any mistakes.

Introductions of the other characters in the next chapter.

I'll try and update soon.

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