This is my third fanfic so I hope you like it! All mundies!

I do not own The Mortal Instruments or Mirror Mirror!

Summary: Clary Fray is supposed to be dead. She was sent to the woods by the queen to be killed. But was saved and taken in by some bandits who train her to become just like them. Jace Herondale has everything he will ever need. Except love. Until one day, on a trip to a neighboring kingdom, he runs into some thieves. One that goes by Clary Fray. Loosely based on movie Mirror Mirror.

Prologue

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, was a kingdom. It could have been a magical place, filled with singing and dancing, if it weren't for the queen. While she threw royal parties the people in the villages below, lived in poverty and starved. She never found interest in helping anyone but herself. As you can see the queen was a cruel woman.

She wasn't always this way. Before the king had died she was loving and wickedly smart. However, one night the king went into the woods and never came back. This brought out the darkness that was truly inside her.

The kings daughter was devastated and went to seek sympathy for her fathers loss in the queen. She found none. Instead, she found out what a horrible woman she really was. Through it all, Clarissa Fairchild, with eyes as green as the sea and hair as red as fire, stayed as kind and loving as ever.

The queen wanted her dead. And she knew just the way to do it.

Chapter 1

(Clary's pov)

"Please don't do this," the girl begged, tears streaming out of her green eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Princess," he whispered at her as he led her farther and farther into the dark woods. Her hands were tied behind her back and a dagger was pointed at her back.

"This is how my father died didn't he?" she whispered. She knew that her father had gone into the woods, never to return. The exact thing was happening to her.

She felt him soften in grip on her arms. She turned to find a troubled look on his face. "Alright," he started to cut the ropes restraining me. "I'll let you go. Just run. They can't find out your alive. Run as far as your legs will take you."

"Thank you." She wasn't sure whether to sob or laugh. He pressed the dagger into my hands. The blade was about a foot long and the hilt was covered in beautiful designs. I recognized it as my fathers.

"Now go. I'm sorry this had to happen, Princess Clarissa Fairchild." she turned around to see a familiar face one more time but he was gone.

She started running, although the dress made it difficult. She heard a scary growl from close by. The princess screamed, she could barely comprehend what was around her, but she kept running. Smoke. There was smoke in the air. There must be someone or a house close by.

Clarissa ran towards the smoke. The growl came again. Another scream.

She tripped on a branch. And landed face first into the ground, a rock hitting her temple.

She looked up hazily to see a man? She couldn't tell. She didn't have any more time to process the figure in front of her because the darkness took over.

I open my eyes to find myself sweating and grasping for breath. There was someone shaking my shoulder. I let my eyes focus to find brown hair and brown eyes. Simon.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"I'm fine. Just a dream," I tried to give him a small smile. He seemed convinced because he backed off. The dream. It happened exactly two years ago from today. I had turned sixteen that day. What a great birthday present.

"Okay. Well... HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY FRAY!" he yelled before enveloping me in a hug.

I laughed and wrapped my arms around him. "Thanks, Simon. You're the best."

"I know," he said with a grin. I rolled my eyes.

Isabelle, Alec, Luke, Max and Jocelyn came rushing into my room. They're the only ones that know my actual name, Clarissa Fairchild. They took me in that night in the woods. I found out that they were thieves. I didn't like the idea at first, but eventually they trained me to become a perfect bandit as they are. We all thought it would be the best to change my name. To Clary Fray.

"We were ALL supposed to say that at the same time," Izzy pouted.

"Sorry Iz. I couldn't help it," Simon said with a smug face.

Max stepped out from behind Alec, a cake in his hands. Max was the youngest out of all of us, he was only thirteen. "Happy birthday, Clary."

"Aww thanks Max." I made a wish and blew out the candles. "You guys didn't have to make me a cake!"

"Well every girls eighteenth birthday should be special," Jocelyn said sweetly. She was twenty three, so was Luke. Although he was a few month older.

"What are we waiting for? Let's dig into the cake!" Max said excitedly. I laughed, Max sure does love cake.

Just then my highly trained ears heard something moving from the outside of our hidden home. The others noticed it too.

"There's someone passing by," Alec said. We all nodded and grabbed our weapons and disguises. We all wore masks and dark clothing while we each had our favorite weapon. Simon and my weapon of choice is just a sword, Isabelle's a whip, Alec is a bow and arrow, Luke uses his chakrams and Max and Jocelyn use daggers.

"The usual drill?" I asked. There was a silent agreement. There was a carriage being pulled by two horses outside. May I add it was a royal carriage! Score! It must have some serious gold in there. We all hid in the bushes waiting for the right moment to attack. We all knew exactly when.

Three... I looked at Simon and nodded. Two... I unsheathed my sword. One...

The attack was on. Max jumped out of a tree and cut the ropes connecting the horses to the carriage. The horses were spooked and ran off. Next up Alec. He show arrows at the floor in front of the wheels to make the carriage come to a complete stop. Third, Isabelle. She used her whip to pull the drivers feet from under him and knocked him unconscious when he hit the ground.

Now I'm up. Before the passenger inside could comprehend, I opened the door and grabbed who ever I could find and held him to the ground. My sword against his throat, while Simon, Luke and Jocelyn searched the carriage for anything valuable.

"Don't do this! The queen will punish you greatly!" the man threatened. It was like a punch in the face when he mentioned the queen, like the word held power over me. I pressed the knife harder to his throat, enough to make a few drops of blood trickle out.

I heard Simon give the signal. A bird whistle, meaning they got what ever was inside and to retreat. I punched the man I was restricting in the face to knock him out and disappeared with the rest of my bandits.

Once we regrouped inside our hidden home we looked over what we got. Two sacks of gold and bag of royal clothing. We all cheered in joy.

"Tonight we celebrate like royals!" Luke yelled. We cheered and pumped our fist in the air.

I could help the giant grin on my face. "Best birthday ever! Now back to that cake..."

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