Chapter 1
A young boy, though now officially a teenager, runs down the street like the devil is on his tail. He crashes and careens into people walking casually on the street without so much as a 'how do you do?' or an apology.
"Jonathan Christopher Herondale, GET BACK HERE!"
And just as he turns left off the street, another mad runner, this time a middle aged woman, appears on the street, chasing after the youngster, leaving behind a swarm of very disgruntled shadowhunters. The nanny, for that was what she was, runs after the boy only to come across a very peculiar sight.
The boy had crashed into a young girl with fiery red curls, who was spread-eagled on the ground. The peculiar sight however, was the outstretched hand the troublesome boy had offered the girl. What became more astonishing was the girl, and how she merely shook her head and got up by herself, ignoring the boy's hand and only taking it to introduce herself.
"I'm Clary."
The boy, Jonathan Christopher Herondale, looked absolutely befuddled. Slowly he clasps her hand, brings her hand to his lips and kisses the back of it. Like a true shadowhunter gentleman. The girl doesn't even bat an eye.
"I'm Jace."
From then on they were inseparable, the best of friends. He'd go to her house almost every day with a new batch of flowers and a box of chocolates to share on their new adventurous day. They'd come home exhausted from a day's worth of running around and pulling...harmless...pranks but always with a wide grin on their faces.
Though looking back, they could be interpreted as sly smirks and deceitful eyes.
By the time they were 14, their parents had drawn up a marriage contract.
By the tender age of 14, they had already become the masters of manipulation.
Then all of a sudden a war begins. Everybody's confused as to how it started and why. Nobody knew who they were fighting anymore, they just knew to fight...for survival. Their own, their family's and their friends.
Though of course, those two were already selfish enough to throw everybody else under a metaphorical bus for their own self preservation. They took the phrase 'everybody for themselves' to an all new level.
The two 'besties' were tragically ripped apart, when Clary was whisked away to a safe place and Jace began training with frightening intensity to become a fully fledged shadowhunter. They soon forgot about each other; after all, they had their own lives to live and they didn't need or want anyone.
They meet again 3 years later, and a ripe age of 17, across the Great Hall, Like a moth to a flame, their 'dark' eyes immediately seek each other out. Smirks adorning their picture perfect faces.
Nobody realised until it was far too late, just how badly their story would end...