This is my first attempt at a fanficfion, so please fore give me if its horrible! I don't own anything, of course! Just the plot! All credit for the characters and TMI in general goes to the wonderful and talented Cassandra Clare!
Clary blinked her eyes open, slowly. Her mouth stretched in a huge yawn, she rolls over and sits her feet on the floor next to her bed. She smells the aromatic smell of bacon and eggs, and sighs happily. She walks into the kitchen to find the rest of her family already there. "Hey sleepyhead! You finally decided to join us, eh?" Her brother, Jonathan, asks with a grin. She slides into the stool next to him and punches him playfully, "How long was I asleep?" "Not long it's only just after dawn." Her father says while handing them their breakfast. They eat quickly while their father continues, "Remember, you have training today at the Institute." Jonathan nods while a feeling of intense dread fills her to the brim. She hated training, she had never been good at fighting, and much preferred drawing. She cast a jealous glance at her brother. He was arguably the best fighter at the Institute, maybe even in Shadowhunter history, while she could draw anything, and was always the best at drawing runes. "That wouldn't help you much in a fight," she thought. "Race you there!" Jonathan says before racing off. Trying to be as enthusiastic as she could , she followed quickly behind him.
She opens the door of the Institute, taking in the high ceilings and many rooms. Though she hated fighting, she couldn't deny that she loved this place. As she walked toward the Training room, she felt a presence behind her. She turned around swiftly, and there was a boy she had never seen before. "Who are you?" He asked, narrowing his golden eyes. "I've never seen you here before." She blinked and took a step back as she felt a wave of annoyance. She definitely was not in the mood for this. "What's it to you?" Clary says crossly. After a second, she turns on her heel and continues on her way to the training room.
OW! Clary thought as Jonathan hit her chest yet again. "Come on Clary, get your head in the game!" They had been training for a good hour, and everything on Clary hurt. "Sorry," she muttered. Her mind kept wandering back to the strange golden-eyed boy she had seen, and she couldn't focus. She readied her training sword again as Isabelle Lightwood walked in with her brother, Alec. Even in training gear she managed to look glamorous. Clary could only imagine how bad she looked. While Jonathan was entranced, Clary took the opportunity to attack him, knocking the sword from his hands and putting her own to his throat. "Gotcha!" She breathed. It was the first time she had ever beaten him. She giggled at the shocked look on Jonathan's face as she heard slow clapping. She spun around and there he was. She felt herself blush and eyes widen. "What are you doing here?" "I'm training. This is the training room after all." He pauses for a moment, a thoughtful look on his handsome face. "Care to join me?" "Join you?" "By the angel, you're slow. I meant do you want to train with me." "Oh." She felt her cheeks go even more red. "Er, uh, sure." "Fine," he says brusquely, grabbing a training sword off the wall. She glanced back at Jonathan, and saw hurt and anger transforming his face. She gives him a small, apologetic smile. They faced each other near the middle of the room. She noticed that he was tall, much taller than her, just under six foot. "Ready?" He asks. She nods, and he slashes at her with his sword quickly. She dodges, and parries his strike. Clary, surprised she is holding her own, kept up with him. They move around the ring room, a flurry of clashes and parries. Eventually, they pause, swords locked together. "You'll never win!" He says between gasps. "We'll see about that." She knocks his sword from his grasp, and points at his throat. "I win," she gasps, but he ducks and grabs his sword from the ground and points at her throat. "No, I win," he says, a grin on his face. One of his teeth his slightly chipped, and it makes her feel just a bit better that he wasn't completely perfect. "I declare a tie!" Isabelle says, an amused look on her face. Clary laughs while Isabelle says, "I've never seen anyone tie with, or beat for that matter, Jace." So that's his name, Clary thought. "I guess I'm on a role today," Clary says, remembering her training session with Jonathan, and immediately looks for him. She can't find him anywhere. "We didn't tie, I won." Jace says, grinning. She rolls her eyes, "In your dreams." Clary looks down at her watch. Shoot. "Oh, uh, I have to go. I'll catch you later." She starts walking out the door. "Wait! I never got you're name." "It's Clary," she grins, then hurries out of the Institute, her heart fluttering.