Author's Note: Hello my fellow fan-fiction readers, I am Mari, the author of said fan-fiction story. On a disclaimer's note, I do not own anything to do with and / or related to shadow hunters and mortal instruments.

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*Prologue*

At just 8 years old, I, Clarissa Fairchild sighed dreamily from the swing as I stared longingly at the golden haired boy tossing the football across the yard to another boy. Alec.

Jace Wayland. He was my hero. And the love of my life. Sure, he was 4 years older than me, but I was very mature for my age. I had to be… with a father like mine. I was told I was a very smart, and observant child.

He was what every boy ought to be… Sweet, caring, kind and ….

"Mhm… Hello…?" a girly voice piped up intruding my dreamy thoughts.

I flashed her best friend a cheeky toothless grin. Isabelle Lightwood rolled her eyes at me.

Isabelle Lightwood jumped up from the swing, turned & put her hands on her frilly yellow lace sundress, blocking my view of Jace.

"I'm going inside to get a juice box I Fairchild," She exclaimed. "By the time I come back, you better ask him to marry you, or else."

And with that Isabelle huffed, turned and marched to go inside.

Well hmph, I thought to myself crossing my arms and scowling. As if it was so easy to do just that. Maybe for Isabelle it was, as she was used to being bold and brazen, and it worked for her. But for me, it wasn't so easy. I didn't have the courage to be brazen, or brave.

I had to be strong, and quiet and docile. The way my father wanted me to be.

But whether it was my best friend's stern scolding, or something deep inside I, that wanted out, it got me moving regardless.

I smoothed out my cream colored plain dress, got up from the swing and marched over to Jace Wayland.

Alec, slid me a frowning glance as I tugged on the shirt of one Jace Wayland. I shot one back at him.

At 12 years old, Jace Wayland was a tall and handsome boy. I wasn't lying when I said he was my hero. He was my protector and friend, and he always stood up for me and was nice to me.

Jace Wayland turned slightly, shooting me one of my Favorited goofy grins of his. He lifted his hand and mussed it through the top of my hair, like I was a dog, then turned back to Alec.

I frowned angrily. I tugged harder on his shirt until he turned completely around.

"What is it squirt?" he asked impatiently.

Squirt?

Nope Nope Nope.

"I love you Jace Wayland," I stated firmly.

"I love you too, squirt," Jace replied laughingly.

"No," I said again. "I really Love you Jace Wayland. Will you marry me?"

A choked laughter came from a doubled over Alec. I frowned sternly and put my hands on my hips as I shot him a death glare.

Jace Wayland said nothing, as he looked from me to Alec. He tossed the ball to a still laughing Alec, grabbed my wrist and dragged me away until we reached the swing seat, far out of reach from listening ears.

He put his hands on my shoulders and kept me still.

"Hell Bells, Clarissa," Jace exclaimed. He took his hands off me and ran his hand through his gloriously golden blond hair. Looking everywhere but me.

"I love you Jace Wayland," I stated, more firmly this time. "And you're going to marry me."

One of his perfectly golden arched eyebrow shot up. "Is that so?" He asked incredulously.

I nodded my head.

"I'm sorry but, it just doesn't work that way sweetheart," He replied indignantly. "And besides, you're too young for me to marry."

Sweetheart. Jace Wayland just called me sweetheart.

"Well I didn't say today dummy," I retorted, angrily.

His pretty boy face scowled at me, and I felt even more besotted as his golden speckled eyes flashed with fire. Well… not literal fire, obviously.

"You're too young to know anything about love Clary," he replied. "And why the hell fuck do you want to marry me for anyhow."

I couldn't help it, I giggled and slapped my hand over my mouth as the cuss word slipped from his mouth.

His eyes met mine, and while his mouth was stern and frowning, his eyes held a hint of humor in them.

"Love isn't something you know, Idiot. It's something you feel," I replied sighing dreamily as I stared at him from top to bottom. "And why wouldn't I want to marry You Jace wayland?"

Still frowning he opened his mouth to reply, but I startled him by placing my hands on his shoulders and lifting up on my tip toes and placing a big kiss on his lips. I brought my mouth to his ear.

"I love you, you idiot," I whispered softly. "And I'll love you forever Jace."

And with that, I turned and ran home before he could say anything.

As soon as I walked in the front door of my house, I was startled by my father's voice booming at me from near the stairs.

"Clarissa," Valentine scolded sternly. "Where have you been?"

I gulped. I knew that tone. I was in for it.

"Ww…With the lightwoods," I replied staring at my feet.

He stared at me hard. It was then, that I noticed my mother near the doorway of the den standing next to Luke. Her face wet from tears. I looked from her to Luke to my father and back.

It was also then, that I noticed a couple of bags next to me.

He shot my mother a hard look. "You know, how I feel about the lightwoods," he replied coldly. I felt the coldness seep into my bones. I suppressed the shiver that wanted to sweep through my body.

"Yes sir," my voice quavered.

"You can't just go about doing what you want, when you want."

I nodded my head not wanting to admit that I've been hanging out with the lightwoods for the whole summer. Every summer that I visit for that matter.

My father lifted up the bags and grabbed my wrist firmly.

"Let's go," He said.

Wait, what? I glanced at my mom, and saw her stricken tear streaked face.

"But, the summer isn't over yet!" I replied indignantly. "I still have six more weeks."

"Clary," Luke said softly, kneeling in front of me. He put his hands over my hands. "I want you to know how much I… we love you very much. Your mother and I."

My stomach dropped, and I had the gut wrenching feeling that something terrible was happening.

My mom came over and placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Sweetheart," she replied, holding back tears. "It would seem... That you're going to be moving to London tomorrow. Won't that be an adventure?"

What? I felt my heart plummet and everything inside me grew cold.

I looked over at my father and he stared stonily into my face. "Say goodbye now, Clarissa."

I gulped frantically for air. My head was getting dizzy. I threw my arms around Luke's neck and clung tightly.

"No," I cried adamantly. "I don't want to go. I don't want to leave!"

Luke's arms came around me and his hands rubbed my back. "I know sweetheart, but we'll see each other for thanksgiving, maybe Christmas."

"But why I do I have to go?"

"Because I'm the one with custody of you Clarissa," my father said sternly. "Now that is enough. Let's go."

I looked from my mom to Luke. "Thanksgiving & Christmas…," I sniffled.

"Yes," The both whispered, pain in their voices.

I looked at them and nodded.

I turned, grabbed my father's outreached hand and he led me out the front door.

Little did I know… that there would be no Thanksgiving and no Christmas. And no more summers here in Idris.

As I stared out at the window of the car, I said my silent goodbye to the place where I was leaving a piece of myself behind. I was leaving my heart.

Author's note: I wrote and rewrote this chapter a million times or would seem like a million times lol, I wasn't sure how I wanted to start this story. But alas, here we are and this is the final draft. What do think? Would this story be worth continuing?