I'm back! For those who don't know why I haven't posted on any of my stories during the month of November, I was doing NaNoWriMo, otherwise known as National Novel Writer's Month. The goal is to write a novel in a month, and under 17s pick their own word count goal. I met mine, and I'm super proud!
And then I just wasn't inspired to write for the next several months. Sorry. But we just hit 6,000 views, and it has given me motivation to continue working on this! Review to give me more inspiration and motivation! If you have any questions, about the story or anything else, put them in your review and I will answer them!
I had to re-read my story to get back in touch with everything I wrote. I know I've been writing a lot of sad, broken Clary recently, and I'm hoping that will change this chapter. Here we go!
Clary hid in her own room for the rest of the day, not wanting everyone to crowd her yet. She wasn't ready. Isabelle knew where she was, and the Lightwoods knew that she knew where she was, so she wasn't worried about them trying to find her. They realized years ago that she would come out when she was ready.
So she did. The next day at breakfast, Clary walked into the dining room ahead of Izzy, acting just like she used to. The Lightwoods and Jace stared at her. She acted indifferent and ignored them as she sat down, but Isabelle glared at them from behind her. They quickly got the message, except for Jace. The Lightwoods acted as they always did, but Jace didn't know how this worked. He continued staring at Clary, not sure what to expect. The harsh but playful girl she had been the first few times he saw her? Scared and skittish like she had been in the infirmary? He had no clue, and he was not being subtle about it at all.
Clary, of course, noticed, as she always did, but she didn't let on. The Lightwoods, who knew her, were aware of the fact that she was aware, but Jace thought that she hadn't noticed. He didn't know of the extra angel blood she possessed, or how that affected her senses so that they were better than the Nephilim, on par with those of werewolves and vampires. He didn't know her.
Jace was arrogant, though, and thought he did. Not entirely, of course, as he wasn't that blind, but he thought he knew her reasonably well. This meant, then, that he was completely shocked when she nonchalantly asked, "Pass me the eggs, will you, Max?"
He spit out some of his apple juice when Max passed them over to her easily, simply saying, "Sure thing, Clary."
Isabelle looked at him and smirked. "What's wrong, Goldielocks?" He always walked around like he was better than everyone, and she hated it. It was a great opportunity to take him down a notch when he had juice dripping from his chin all over his shirt. Clary barked a laugh. Jace's expression shifted to one of hurt, then embarrassment, as he quickly tried to mop up the excess staining him and the tablecloth. The rest of the people, however, straightened up a little, their smiles widening. Clary was back.
Or at least, Clary was better.
Later, while Clary sat in her brother's room, drawing for him, she got a knock at the door. She knew it was Izzy, so she didn't bother to get up, simply calling, "Come in!"
The door creaked open and Izzy poked her head around it, her ponytail swinging out behind her. "Hey. I checked your room first and then tried here. Figured that you'd be here or nowhere," she told her. Looking around the room, she noticed several new drawings, including one where Valentine, Sebastian and Clary were all smirking, standing around with their arms crossed. Clary was bruised and her smirk was also a half-grimace. Seeing these additions, Isabelle's brow furrowed. She was thinking about her blood relations more and more lately.
She took a deep breath and opened her mouth. "All right," she began, "I want to know why you're acting like this again. Your father is dead, right?" Everyone knew that Valentine was dead. It was something that shadowhunters everywhere celebrated. In fact, it was the only reason that Clary was allowed to be near normal people. She wasn't trusted much, but she was trusted as much as she was for one reason only: she had caused Valentine's death. Izzy knew something about it that nobody else did, though. She knew that Clary hadn't meant to kill him.
She knew that some part of Clary still loved the man that had raised her a monster. She still loved the man who had abused her, the man that had trained her too hard and hurt her when she failed. She still loved him.
But not as much as she loved her brother, her demon-blooded brother. Only Izzy knew about that, too.
"No."
Her dark-haired parabatai whipped around. "What?" she spluttered. "He's-he's not dead?"
"No. Neither's Seb. And they have my mother." Clary said all of her words very quickly-she didn't think that she could force herself to say them in a way that was entirely comprehensible. If things were normal speed, they would be in the open. They would be accepted. That wasn't the goal. The goal was for one other to know. Perhaps the one person who the red-head trusted more than herself. She forced out one more sentence. "They want me back too."
I was going to write more, but I liked that cliffhanger, so yeah. Review please, and I will update faster!