I obviously do not own Mortal Instruments, i don't even no y i bother 2 put these disclaimers in. . .they ruin the flow. . .so, i'm only saying this once. Anyway, their's a short prolog sorta thing b4 the real first chapter. . .so yea. Enjoy! :)

"The truth is you can be orphaned again and again and again. The truth is that you will"

-Chuck Palahniuk

"Orphan"

Jonathan didn't want to go to this strange place. He wanted to go home, back to Idris, back to Wayland Manor. But, if he went home, nobody would be there waiting for him. His Father was dead, he was all alone. He never knew his Mother, and now his Father was dead. He was an orphan.

One of the men who killed his father must've told the authorities he was dead, because a Alicante social worker showed up a few hours later. To find Jace hiding in the closet and crying. He knew his Father wouldn't of wanted him to cry, and he would never admit that he did, but he cried. He had just seen his father killed and dragged off by warlocks before his eyes. How does someone deal with something like that?

He tried to get a hold of himself as the social workers pryed him out of the closet. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he told them that his father was killed by warlocks. All the social workers tried to comfort him as they took him away from the house. After spending a night in an Alicante orphanage with social workers fawning over him and mumbling about how he's probably "traumatized."

The next day they discovered his Father's will. With instructions of what to do with his stuff, and with Jonathan. Jonathanwas to be brought to his Father's freinds, the Lightwoods, if anything were to happen to him. The next day he got on a boat with a nice social worker woman who told him she was taking him to New York City. He knew where that was, but he had never been there before.

He daydreamed about what New York was like while he was on the boat. He also thought about what his mother was like, and what his life would be like if both his parents were still alive. But he couldn't quite manage to see it in his head.

He stared at the ocean as the boat docked in New York. The nice social worker lady grabbed his hand tightly, to keep from losing him in the mayhem. Jonathan would usually protest having to hold hands, but he was too afraid he'd get lost in this strange place. He usually wasn't afraid of anything, but then again he'd never left his house before. His Father had never let him leave the manor before, which Jonathan never understood. How was he supposed to be a great Shadow hunter one day if he never left home?

Well, at least one good thing would come of this most horrible event. He'd finally get to see the world, and really train to be a Shadow Hunter. Instead of studying, and practicing techniques all day. It didn't really make things any better for him. He was still an orphan, and he was still going to a strange place.

They got off the boat, and Jonathan was engulfed in a sea of people. He really wasn't comfortable in large groups of people. Considering until yesterday he'd never even seen large groups of people. He really wasn't use to them, and he found himself clutching the social worker's hand tighter, despite himself.

The social worker led them out to the street, which was full of sky scrapers. He'd seen pictures of these buildings in books before, and similar buildings in Alicante yesterday. Only the Demon Towers were made of glass, and looked much different then these buildings. People in bleak clothes and ugly yellow cars filled the roads. He'd seen his first car yesterday, when they drove from the Alicante outskirts to the boat dock.

The pretty social worker got them a taxi quickly. Jonathan slid into the backseat next to the social worker, and she gave the driver directions to the New York Institute, which was where the Lightwoods lived. Jonathan was quiet for the whole ride, peering out at the strange and alien streets. When they stopped in front of a pretty church, he didn't even need to try to see past the glamor. Jonathan slipped out of the taxi, and the social worker followed. As she payed the taxi driver Jonathan stared up at the church. Imagining the family that lived inside, and what they looked like, and whether they would like him or not.

The woman grabbed his hand and tugged it lightly, "You ready to go inside, Jonathan?" she asked sweetly.
He took a deep breath before answering.

"Yea, I'm ready"

Note how I refer to him as Jonathan and not Jace. Cuz he didn't get that nickname until after moving in with the Lightwoods.
Anyway, plz review! Pretty please! :)