I've never done a fanfiction before, EVER so please don't be tooo harsh. But naturally feel free to review :) This is the beginning of City Of Bone's from (mostly) Jace's point of view as i couldnt find one and i looove Jace, very much :) Obviously there is a lot of the same content and a lot of the same speech from the books, but as to make it my own, i'm gunna change it a bit but naturally its gunna follow the same awesome plot that i can take NO credit what so ever for :(

Disclaimer -I don't own anything, no characters, plots, anything to do with the MI, all credit for these incredible characters goes to Cassandra Clare :) I love you :) in a fan way ;)

Prologue:

The faint white marks on his skin told the story and the future of his life, and Jace Wayland had always been proud of them. Some of the younger members of the Clave disliked the prominent black marks, the burning sting of the stele of fresh skin, didn't like the nightmares that came with the smouldering runes inked onto the skin of a child unready. Jace felt no sympathy for them. It was their own fault they were too weak.

He had always been strong. He'd had to be, how else would he have survived his fathers wrath, and his first runes? Most shadow hunter boys got their first powerful marks when they were twelve. Alec had gotten his at eleven, a year early; and Jace had known he wasn't ready, he was too young. Jace had been nine. His father had cut the marks into his skin with a stele made from blessed iron. He had watched his son flinch as it dug into him, but continued nether the less. 'Now you are a true man' he had said. Those next few nights Jace had dreamt of cities made of gold and glass, streets running with blood and poison. He was almost ten years old, and has never seen the outside of his father's grounds. He would stand on top of the grand table in the library and hang out of the highest window to catch the faintest glimpse of the tallest towers in the city behind the deep valley he was trapped in.

It was a few months later when his father took him to his first city. The streets were paved with silver, and the towers reflected the suns rays like their own light source. He was mesmerised. But it was short lived.

He often woke with the feeling of absence in his heart. He missed Alicante and its gleaming buildings and even his strict father that often left him for days on end. But it was a home. Natural. For the first year after his murder Jace would search his body for some sign or scar from his dad, some sort of sign that he hadn't dreamt the whole thing.

It was then years later that Jace came face to face with his first demon. He still had the scars, 3 long scratches across his upper back where the demon had caught him off guard. He had learnt from that too. Always stay one step ahead. Something his father had always told him. But he wasn't there to remind him again.

Jace thought about the girl in his dream, reoccurring every few nights. Those long scarlet braids, and the angelic features of her petite face. She would stare at him as if she could see deep into his soul. But no matter how much glamour he threw up to conceal himself, she would still pierce through. It scared him, every time he woke up sweating and confused. It scared him to feel so vulnerable. How could a regular human girl see through his practiced glamour?

He was pulled away from his thoughts by a warm familiar voice echoing through the corridor outside his door. Alec, calling his name. He was impatient eager for the hunt and slaughter. Sweeping the girl from his mind, he went down to meet him.