This is a prequel to a story I intend to write based upon Cassandra Clare's series "The mortal Instruments". I do not own any characters. Please read and review thank you :)
PREQUEL
The Morgenstern Mansion was immense. Situated in its own grounds, the land stretched over acres and acres. The manor stood directly in the centre of this realm, surrounded by hundreds of gardens, too many for a person to walk round in just one mere day. The land was green as far as the eye could see. However, it was not just the sheer size of the property that commanded attention. The outside was also completely black. The only thing that escaped the black was the Morgenstern family emblem that was designed in silver at the top of the house. It was a falling star, representing how the shadow hunters were originally bore from the skies. The pattern was both symbolic and pleasing to the eye. The design was intricately created, scratched into the blackness of the wall in bright silver paint. The inside of the house, of course, was not wholly black. That would have been taking the morbid theme a little too far. No, the inside was like any regular house. Except it was a home for shadow hunters.
Inside the library there were two small children playing tag. The girl was currently the tagger, her long, fiercely red hair flowing behind her like flames in the wind as she ran. Her bright green eyes were fixated on her older brother as she leaned in trying to grasp him between her tiny fingertips, him making a swift dash at the last minute. Her brother continued to run from her, laughing with delight. He was around two years older than her, his pale blond hair shimmering in the light which was pouring through the open window. His eyes were an unusual shade of black, making him seem emotionless despite the sounds of joy that escaped his thin lips. The children couldn't have been more different if they tried. Surrounding the two young children were hundreds upon thousands of books. Each of them bound in thick leather cases, all different colours, from the deepest and darkest reds to the sort of green that one might find in a forest. The aroma coming off of the books was musky, a smell associated only with pure leather. The grand doors suddenly swung open and the two children stopped playing, standing to attention, trying to look as serious as a three-year-old and a five-year-old can. Their innocent eyes stayed rigid, set upon the unsmiling man who had just entered the library. He wore a tight black t-shirt, a thick leather jacket, leather pants and black army boots. His ashy blonde hair was tied in a plait that almost reached the small of his perfectly straight spine. A look of annoyance and slight boredom played across his severe features. If you looked closely you could see the glint of a silver, sharp knife pointing out of the man's boots. The children stood stiff, fear evident on their untarnished faces. Holding hands with the man was a boy the children had never seen before. He was the tender age of four. The way the light fell upon his golden hair made it look like the boy wore a halo. His angelic features seemed to agree. However, his tawny eyes searched the room with fear and trepidation. His knees shook. "Clarissa, Sebastian this is Jonathan. He will be staying with us from now on" The man boomed out in the direction of the children. With that said, he abruptly left, storming out of the library slamming the door behind him with a deafening bang.
The children didn't speak. They were uncertain of what to say. But, they didn't have to make greetings. Within two minutes the smaller door at the other side of the precious library had opened up and the children's mother had walked in. Jocelyn was a spitting image of her daughter, the same fiery red hair, slight build and look of pure determination upon her face. Her emerald eyes found the golden haired boy and she began to speak. "You must be Jonathan right? I'm Jocelyn. I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up, I was otherwise engaged." She said, her eyes portraying only signs of kindness. Jonathan looked startled. "It's okay" she continued, "There's no need to be afraid, I'll be your mummy from now on". "J-J-J-Jace" the young boy stuttered. "I, I prefer Jace". Nodding, Jocelyn proceeded to introduce Jace to Clary and Seb, referring to them as his brother and sister. Jace was a little overwhelmed but on the whole he was just glad that not everyone was as hostile as the severe man who had brought him there. For the first time in a while, he appeared to have a family who genuinely cared about him and that was something he intended to keep.