Disclaimer- I clearly don't own the Mortal Instruments. But this plot is mine, so on with it!

Maybe when my Time comes my father will finally appreciate me.

I let that thought sink in, the tantalizing thought of acceptance making me wish for it even harder. My brother, Jonathon Morgenstern, is an exemplary student who has never been shocked, for he has never marked his hands. My father looks at him with adoration and a silent joy that I will never receive.

Jonathon says all I have to do is follow the rules. But he does not have the impulses in his mind, the longing to accomplish something that others will revere.

The Ceremony-

"We now present Jonathon Christopher Morgenstern, honorable member of this Ceremony. Please approach the desk, and take into your hands the Mortal Sword." One of the members of the Clave, Jia Penhallow, says with a sickly sweet smile.

Jon was an extremely unique case, as he was only 15 and going through the Ceremony. Here he would complete his transformation into a Shadowhunter, a righter of wrongs (in a sense), and receive his first Dosage.

A Dosage is when they drain out some of your normal, mundane blood and replace it with the golden ichor of the Angel Raziel that is in the Mortal Fountain. My friends and I, when I was young and actually had some, would laugh at the sheer stupidity of the name. Why name something that is so immortal the Mortal Fountain?

Now one might think, why do I have no friends? I have all I need in Jace, for in companionship and confidence he is the only one I can trust. Other than that I convey my emotions through my art, with those who surround me only recognizing the bright colors and not the anger and frustration that comes with living this fake, perfect life where no one is discontent.

My newest painting, Rising Sky, is filled with violent strokes of red and orange. I was thinking of a fight with my brother when I painted that.

He was going on about how I didn't 'apply myself to my studies' and the horrendous damage I was doing to our 'precious' family name and title in the Shadowhunter world..

"Clarissa when is it going to occur to you that you need to plan your future? When I was your age I had already had my Ceremony and had had my first Dosage. All you have to you name is a few 'precious' pieces of art to your name. Heck, Isabelle Lightwood has more to her name than you do and that girl is an airhead!" Jonathon runs his hands through his white-blonde hair that he inherited from our father, Valentine Morgenstern. "I will not let the Morgenstern name be dragged in the dirt just because my idiotic sister doesn't know what she wants to do with her life!"

I was seething with anger. I'd always been a hothead (thanks Dad) and this had sent me over the edge.

"First of all, you were a prodigy, a special case! I'm not like that, okay! So accept me for who I am or don't accept me at all. My art is everything to me, and if it, as you say, 'drags the Morgenstern name in the dirt' then so be it. Fuck reputation, and how Mom and Dad still have to act like they love each other to 'save face' in front of their friends." I stopped, taking a short breath before continuing my tirade. "And Isabelle is not an airhead if you get to know her, didn't you learn, oh wise brother, not to judge a book by its cover?"

He turned away, hand trembling in anger. "I'm going to leave, Clarissa, before I do something I regret. Just stop making yourself the martyr in every situation. It's terribly unattractive." He walked out the door, and I relaxed only when I heard him leave for good.

That fight was our biggest yet, and we haven't spoken since.

Mulling it over in my mind, I open a letter that is addressed to me in elegant hand writing-

Clarissa Morgenstern-

Robert and Maryse Lightwood are please to invite to the engagement party of their daughter Isabelle Lightwood and Simon Lewis.

It will be held at the Pandemonium Club and Hotel on March 27th.

We are anxiously awaiting your response!

Yes, I can attend/No I cannot attend, but please accept this $100 instead

An engagement party? Well I guess I need something to pass the time.

I quickly tap the 'yes' option on the invitation and it processes it, a new message simply saying-

Clarissa Morgenstern-

Your partner for this evening will be-

Jonathon Christopher Lightwood

Here is his contact information so you can match your outfits.

Ha, match your outfits. I bet my money that Magnus Bane, the designer of the event, put that in last minute under their noses.

Wait- Jonathon Christoph- that's Jace! How- how has he gotten an invitation he was a Downworlder? What?

I message Jace, or whoever he is, that we need to meet ASAP.

I need to get to the bottom of this.

Just to warn you all, not all of my updates will be this prompt- I got over my writer's block and now here this is!

Please R&R!

-unwrittenwonders