Sudden movement followed by a sharp pain to her forehead woke Clary from her slumber.
'Oww,' she moaned as she opened her eyes, squinting due to the light streaming in from the open window. Snow was piled on the window sill.
She was lying on the hard wooden floor of her bedroom, her cheek against the cool floor while her body was entangled in the bed sheets. The cold wind coming in through the open window was catching in the curtains and the tassels on the bottom of them were tickling Clary's arm.
She rolled over onto her back and stared at the pictures that spread across her ceiling. The pictures were memories of her life that she had painted herself across the roof in an effort to not forget them. One particular memory caught her eye as she gazed at the masterpiece.
Her first Mark- The black, open eye shaped rune that every Shadowhunter possessed on their preferred hand. She received it earlier than most of the other kids at the age of 11, but she was still disappointed. Jace had got his first Marks when he was 10, but Father was being unnecessarily pushy about the fact that she was a girl and probably couldn't have handled the pain. Mother just said I was just jealous of my brother. Clary put it down as sexism and favouritism.
She sat up and rubbed her forehead where she had hit it on the floor. A thought struck her.
What was she doing on the floor?
She glanced around her large bedroom. A gold figure stood at her door staring at her with his eyebrows raised and a smug smile spread across his features.
'Sorry, I thought you had been in a coma you were sleeping that deeply. So i thought if i pushed you out of bed you might arise from your slumber,' Jace said in that sarcastic tone he used so often.
'Gah. Sometimes you really know how to piss me off. Now go away,' Clary grumbled as she picked up her sheet and flopped back onto the large bed. She buried her face into the pillow hoping he would disappear.
'Mother says its breakfast time by the way otherwise i would have just chucked you out of bed and left.'
'Thanks. Now be gone!' Clary's voice was muffled by the pillow.
But Jace had already left. She sighed. He was a great brother and all, especially when it came to weaponry and fighting practice, but sometimes he was a real pain in the neck. However he wasn't lying when he said that breakfast was ready- the smell of bacon and eggs was wafting through her room on the second floor.
She unwillingly got out of bed and ran a hand through her tangled red hair. No amount of brushing would tame her wild curls. She grabbed her dressing gown off the edge of the bed head, revelling in the warmth it gave on a chilly morning such as this one, and headed downstairs.
