First I'd like to say I was planning on just dropping the story but then I got some really nice reviews and I knew I had to keep going. I'd like to think my writing has improved since I started this story and I hope from here on out I can make a good story out of my choppy beginning. Without further adieu I do not own the characters those rights belong to Cassandra Clare and Rick Riordan. Enjoy (I hope).
Izzy POV
It takes a moment like this. A moment when three complete strangers barge into your kitchen with weapons and your not scared, or shocked, no, your just irritated. The moment you find out your best friend has another (possibly evil?) 'brother'. The moment you see a guy with goat legs… Ok back up a sec that is new. But still at most I'm a bit surprised but it's not really that strange. It's that moment that you realize how wacked up your life is.
"Start talking or I'm telling you nothing," I say jumping up to sit on the counter completely ignoring the fact that I dropped burnt bread all over the floor.
"Ok look, the other day I was on my way home from seeing my mom and I heard a fight. I ran to see what was happening and I saw a monster almost kill Clary. I killed the monster and took her back to camp to get healed. Luckily I had some ambrosia on me or she wouldn't have even made it to the healers. Since then she's been staying at camp, where she belongs. Now where is she," Oh my god. Clary had almost died? Was that true?
"Who are you?" I asked. And wait did he say ambrosia? "And what is ambrosia?" He looked over at the blonde who gave him a small nod before he turned back to look at me.
"It's… food. It has healing properties. My name is Percy Jackson, who are you?" Jackson? Definitely not a shadowhunter name. So who was this guy?
"I'm Isabelle Lightwood and this is my house, so I'd appreciate it if you put your weapons down," I said. They lowered their weapons but didn't put them away. It's fine. I have my whip and though I'm outnumbered how powerful could they be? They definitely weren't shadow hunters. They didn't have seraph blades, they had cluny weapons. Even if they did know how to fight I doubt they'd been training their entire lives like I had.
"Clary's not here," I said. "The others all ran out before I woke up this morning and nobody told me where they were going. I can call them though?" I suggested. What harm will calling do? They all looked at each other.
"I think we can spare this once Seaweed," the blonde said. Seaweed? Okay…
"Yeah, call them," Percy said. I clicked the Jace icon on my phone and it rang three times before he picked up.
"Izzy?" Jace asked.
"Yeah there's some guy named Percy here demanding to know where Clary is." I said frankly. Jace muttered something to someone on the other end.
"Ok were only fifteen minutes out from Magnus' so we'll be back in about a half our. Just, I don't just talk to them or something, ok? We'll be there soon, bye Iz," and Jace hung up. Great.
"They'll be back in about a half hour. You can just wait here I guess." I said dropping down to pick up the bread.