Prologue:
September 23, 1991
Rain was pouring heavily in the streets of New York. Jocelyn stumbled on the sidewalk, clutching her wound. She looked down at the tiny bundle in her hand, hoping, praying she could get her child to safety in time. Finally, she arrived at the High Warlock's house. She placed her daughter at the foot of the door and left the note on her squirming body. She took one last look, then quickly ran back to her house, feeling so guilty her daughter would grow up without a mother. All she could do was hope the warlock would take care of Clary. And with those final thoughts, she took her last breath.
The Next Day
Magnus woke up to a child's screaming. He groaned, got up to walk outside, but stopped when he saw the child set at the door. He looked around, looking to see if the child's mother was still around. But it was in vain, for the street was empty save for a few souls. He looked down and saw a note on the child. Frowning, he picked up the child and the note, and took them both into his house.
"Tessa! There is a child screaming in my house! And- I can't get it to shut up!" he called out. Tessa walked in, perplexed, shaking her head. She took the child into her arms, cradling her and cooing to make her calm down. Magnus took this time to look at the note.
Dear Magnus Bane,
I am unable to take care of my daughter Clarissa, or Clary for short. She was born exactly a month ago, on August 23. I got into some trouble with a greater demon, and I won't survive for long. She was cursed, and I have no idea what to do. I hope you can find it in your heart to raise my child.
Jocelyn Fairchild
Magnus was shaken from his daze when he heard screaming. He looked around and the child- Clary- was writhing in Tessa's arms. Not knowing what to do, he called his good friend Ragnor Fell.
"Ragnor! I need your help!"
"What is it? Wait..is that a baby screaming in the background?"
"Yes, I woke up this morning and she was just there! I heard screaming so I went outside and saw her. Her mom apparently got into some trouble with a greater demon, and the baby got some poison in her system. She left the baby at my doorstep. She was just crying, but now she is screaming and writhing and… I don't know what to do Ragnor!" Magnus was desperate now.
"I think the best thing you can do is try and get rid of the poison. After that, try to form a time portal, and take her back in time. It may also be dangerous for her here, as the Uprising is coming to its end." Ragnor said, trying to soothe his friend.
"That's true. I think she may be a warlock. That could be causing her the pain. Let me check." Magnus quickly went over to the child, and let his fingers hover over her body. Blue sparks crackled at his fingertips, and he knew the answer.
"Ragnor?"
"Yes, Magnus? What did you find?"
"She is a Nephilim. Has more angel blood than usual. About 75%. But she's also a warlock. Should I still go through with this?" He asked.
"Yes, Magnus. This is what's best for the baby."
"Okay. Thanks, Ragnor. Thanks so much."
"No problem." Ragnor hung up. Magnus quickly went to Tessa and explained everything to her. She nodded and helped him open the time portal. The portal opened, a glimmering ruby red. He took the now sleeping child in his hands and walked through the portal.
When he walked out, at the beginning he couldn't tell what year it was. Quickly wiggling his fingers, he knew it was 1397. He looked down at the innocent face of the child - Clary, he told himself - and decided that he would raise this child as his own from then on.
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