Prologue,

Hi peeps. This is just a small prologue to begin with, there will be more I promise!

Disclaimer: I don not own any of the characters except for the ones I make up… yada, yada, yada.

Enjoy!


Clary looked out into the quiet blackness of the night, her cheese sandwich in her hand. She wore only her cotton pj's, and despite it being the season of summer, the air was still cool.

She was thinking. How long had it been since she had come back from Idris? How long had it been since she'd fallen for Jace? How long would she live if she chose to be a part of the shadowhunter world?

Footsteps on the gravel snapped her out of her thinking trance, and she quickly stood up and pressed herself against the wall of the institute. Who the hell was it? Clary breathed a sigh of relief when the silhouette formed the shape of Isabelle, and not some demon.

"Oh, Clary it's you!" Isabelle exclaimed. "I thought it was some random stalker sleeping outside the institute."

Clary grinned and shook her head. "Nope, it just little old me"

Isabelle frowned. "You have to be cold, it's like, 11 at night and you only have cotton pjs on? Are you crazy?"

Clary grinned. It was not unusual for Iz to be this fussy.

"You are going to need to go to sleep, Clary my dear" Iz said. "Magnus is hosting another party tomorrow night, and we need to find something to wear!" She said it as if it was the most exciting thing in the world. "Mum gave me $500 for this weekend, and if we can find some cheap shoes, you'll be set.

Clary gaped. "No Iz, you are not spending $250 on me for one party. There is no way."

"Whatever, you'll know I'll win anyway" The shadowhunter grinned.

Clary groaned and made her way back inside to sleep before Isabelle PUT her to sleep.

Clary woke the next morning groggy eyed, and grumpy, and it was only going to get worse as the shopping spree began. She apprehensively climbed down the stairs and made her way into the kitchen for an Isabelle-free meal. She was out of luck. Isabelle had already seated the boys, and was making either a pancake or an omelette, Clary wasn't sure which. She grimaced and took a seat next to her golden haired, sarcastic, boyfriend, who looked at her with eyes that said it's probably poisonous, so eat some of my toast instead, and then gave her a grin and a kiss.

"I'm in for it, you know" Clary whispered. "She's taking me shopping today!"

Jace grinned, "I would save you, but you look hot in those dresses, so go find another superhero."

Clary glared at him and then let out a small smile. Shopping had it's advantages.

Yes, I know it's short, but the real story will start soon, starting with shopping in the next chapter.