PROFILE
My name is Nathaniel Lucian Fray, but my friends call me Nate. All my life it has just been my mother, my twin sister and I, and then Luke came along and life was good. We were a family and looked after one another. I had friends; well I don't know if Clary and her best friend Simon count, but they were my friends nonetheless, although I felt more like a third wheel. My mother allowed my talents to thrive. I was an artist like my mother and I loved going out and taking photos and then painting these images on a canvas. I loved music, it was freeing in a way, it made me feel alive and it was calming. I taught myself how to play the guitar, the violin and the piano, as well as the harp, just out of curiosity. I took fencing classes from a young age, although how I decided I wanted to do that I don't know. I took Taekwondo classes, as well as Krav Maga and Jujitsu classes; although very different from each other, my mother seemed to think it was the perfect combination to learn a wide variety of techniques. Luke even took me to the gun range to learn how to shoot, which I enjoyed. It seemed to me that they really wanted me to be able to defend myself, I didn't mind, I was eager to learn. Somehow I was able to attend Trinity School; I didn't know how it was possible for my mother to afford it, until I discovered one of my mother's friends was paying for my schooling. I took most of the classes that were on offer for me to take, I was on the track and field team, as well as the swim team and the basketball team; I was even a part of a number of clubs. My life couldn't be any more perfect.
Despite my life being seemingly perfect, I couldn't help but feel that there was something strange about my life. Ever since I could remember I had dreams about a strange man I had never met before in my life and a young boy with platinum blonde hair. And then there was the fact that my sister and I kept drawing a symbol, only one, over and over again. I noticed that whenever our mother noticed us drawing the symbols she looked worried. I knew it was important; it had to be if my mother became so worried. Clary never noticed, and if she did then she has obviously forgotten, but I noticed and I never forgot. Then there was the matter of all the drawings I had done of strange creatures; small pixie like creatures that looked like they could be fairies, vampires and creatures that appeared human one moment and then turned into some kind of monster – a creature possessed. When my mother saw these I could see the fear in her eyes, for what I did not know. Maybe she feared for my sanity, but I couldn't help but think, that wasn't the case. I could never shake the feeling that there was something I was forgetting which bothered me; I have a genius level intellect and a photographic memory, I never forgot anything; even when there was something I wanted to forget like the fear that would appear in my mother's eyes when she thought no one was looking. I knew something was going on, I had pieced it together over the years, and so when I drew a symbol I kept it quiet, when I drew pictures of creatures from myths and legends I hid them away, and when I had the dreams I said nothing. Perhaps my mother suspected that I was up to something, but if she looked she would find nothing, but a mother always knows best. However, I never once realised how important the decision I had made was. I had unknowingly saved myself and my sister from serious harm, simply by choosing to remember.