When Tessa came buy the following morning, she found Clary hard at work on her sketch book.
"Tess" Clary called "I want your opinion on this." She said flipping the book around so Tessa could look at it.
"You really are quite talented Clary." Tessa said examining the drawing of the Shadowhunter's armor looking at her Tassa asks, "Why the hidden pockets in the back."
Carefully taking out The Karambits Clary said, "For these."
Eyeing the blades, Tessa said, "No Iron Sister made those, where did you get them?"
"From a friend." Clary said in a soft-spoken matter of fact tone.
From deep within her Tessa heard a voice she had not heard since she channeled the arch angel himself, Michael has deemed her worthy of those blades, it's not for the clave to say otherwise!
"T-Tessa" Clary stated, "W-Who's voice was that."
"You heard that." Tessa asked softly, only to watch as Clary nodded and in a small voice said, "I don't know who it was." But the look on her face said, (I know it was an Angel.)
Tears started flowing down Clary's cheeks as Tessa embraced her in a hug, she heard the young Shadowhunter's muffled words.
"What's wrong with me."
In that moment Tessa's heart broke, as she remembered her own painful past.
Guiding them to the sofa Tessa said, "There is nothing wrong with you."
"When you have a gift, life is never an easy road."
"The tone of your voice says you know from experience, but you don't look that different." Clary explained looking at her.
"My father was Belial a shapeshifting demon and as much as I wish I didn't have it; I inherited my father skill."
Thinking back to her time at The London Institute, Clary watched as Tessa's features started to started to change before her very eyes.
Even her voice changed into Charlotte Fairchild-Branwell's
In a not so Tessa like tenner she said, "This is what Charlotte Fairchild-Branwell looked like."
Letting herself change back into Tessa she said, "If not for Axel Mortmain, I would have been raised a shadow hunter."
"The Fay… or Faeries as most people know them had a habit of taking babies and leaving dead ones in their place."
"He stole me from my mother's crib, and left a dead one in my place, years later he sought to awaken and control my abilities."
"The Clave wasn't much better, their motives may have been purer, but even they wanted to control my ability… to weaponize it."
Jocelyn was listening by the entrance as Tessa said, "Growing up here in New York will serve to keep you humble, It's why "He" could not bend you to his will"
"It's why they couldn't bend me."
Using her kerchief to wipe away Clary's tears Tessa said, "Give me your sketch and a few hours."
3:00 P.M. Three hours later Tessa came back with a new top for her Shadowhunter Armor.
"Try these on Clary, I've hidden the hide away pockets here at the seams."
"I brought you some new armor Jocelyn; you're going to need it."
It is customary for a master hunter to accompany their apprentice on the first patrol… Tessa thought to herself.
Dusk that day, Clary and her mother were dawning their gear, Jocelyn double checked her daughters.
As mother and daughter were about to set out Jace's disembodied voice said, "What's going on."
Jocelyn's eyes fixed on a shadow as the seasoned hunter thought to herself, Your good Jace, but you forgot even moonlight reflects off skin.
Drawing a dagger and throwing it at the shadow it sunk into the telephone pole a half an inch from Jace's head."
"Jace." Jocelyn said, "Yank out that dagger and join us, or the next one won't miss."
"How did you know I was there." Jace asked warily eyeing Jocelyn as he walked out of the darkness.
Shaking her head Jocelyn grinned and said, "Skin will reflect moonlight just as easy as sunlight Jace."
"Your good, but I'm better."
"You still haven't answered my question." He started trying to be intimidating.
"I know I've been out of the game for 20 years… but I believe the custom of accompanying an apprentice on first patrol is still the standard!"
Giving him a stern look she said, "From what I hear Jace, you patrol like you have a death wish."
Not leaving any word for argument, the look on Jocelyn, fell into lockstep with her daughter
They were about 30 minutes into their patrol when Clary was set upon by 2 vampires, Jace was about to run to the rescue when Jocelyn's hand came down on his shoulder, her firm grip almost made him wince.
"Just watch danger boy."
Although it looked like Clary was weaponless, she wasn't.
Jace observed Clary's punch connected and then there was an open slash across the gut of one of them. As the now bleeding vampire counter attacked, Clary used one Karambit to block the punch he could see the tip digging and ripping into the flesh as the other snuck the other into the jugular vein/carotid artery as she pulled it down creating a 2-inch gash.
Blood gushed everywhere.
Jace could swear he smelled burning flesh and although vampires weren't inherently evil, they aren't exactly Choir boys ether.
Where did she pull a weapon from…? He thought watching the fight progress, he could feel the itch to jump into the fray creeping up on him. Unfortunately, Jocelyn's grip was too firm
Spinning away Clary twisted and pulled the Karambit out and ripping the arm apart. Engaging the second vampire doing a double cross slicing motion cutting the abdomen wide open, he watched as crimson fluid spilled onto the ground
Clary's momentum didn't stop as moved in a low to high motion, cutting the throat in a scissor motion with enough force to almost take the head off.
The vampire grabbed its throat.
GRRRGHHgggrraagh….. GRRRGHHgggrraagh
"Clary." Jace asks, eying the girl, "Those blades are not Seraph blades are they."
She wiped the blades off on the dead vampire's clothing.
"No… there not." Clary said scanning the area for any more vampires.
"Where did you get them?" Jace asked her.
"They were a gift, from a friend, and someday I might tell you who they are." Slipping them back into their hideaway pockets Clary stated, "Today is not that day."
"Why is that." Jade deadpanned.
"Because Jace… what you know, The Clave knows." Clary stated, joining her mother, "And now that you've witnessed my skill"
50 Minutes into their patrol.
Jace was about to mark Clary with an Enkeli rune when a voice calls out.
"I wouldn't mark Clary with that rune."
A blond man walks out of the shadows and Jace asks, "Why not!"
With a gentle smile the man said, "Most Shadowhunter's are a perfect balance of Human and Angel"
Looking at Jace he said, "You Jace Herondale are about 75 percent, angel."
Looking at the Frays, the man said, "Clary is 99 percent angel, applying that rune."
He let that statant hang in the air
Jace's mouth dried up as he said, "It would make her 100 percent angel."
"The human body can't contain that much divine energy." The Blond man told them, poducing a pure white feather in his hand the man let it fly, and the air filled with the death cry of a dying vampire.
What the… Jace thought, I didn't even sense it.
"And Jace, I gave her those blades, it's not for The Clave to take an angelic gift."
Jace's eyes snapped to the man as he said, "What have Shadowhunter's done with my brother's gifts to Jonathan Shadowhunter, they were intended for all Shadowhunter's, but you hide them away, only for a select few."
Jace's mind was reeling as he watched the man walked into the darkness.
His disembodied voice said, "If you still don't know who I am, I'm not going to tell you."
Three Arrows Farm 48 hours later Jace arrived and saw Clary sparring, no she was fighting all out.
Remembering the fight, he saw 2 nights ago Jace realized the speeds they were moving no human capable of.
Hell, Clary was moving fast for a Shadowhunter.
Those are her natural reflexes? Jace thought, was she holding back 2 nights ago!
"I started training her at age 5, Shadowhunter's don't start training till age 10." Came Jocelyn's voice over his shoulder.
"Oh, and if you intend on dating her, taking her on patrol doesn't count as a date."
"Your taking Clary on a proper date."
Jace cringed
Rounding on him Jocelyn stated, "If you do date my daughter, your death wish ends here, now."
"Or what?"
Jocelyn didn't say anything but the look on her face said (You may not be his biological son, but you act just like him.)
As she was walking away her voice was dead calm and flat to the point of being cold Jocelyn said, "You won't be the first hunter I've killed."
She didn't need to use his named Jace knew exactly who she meant, and the message was clear. If you want to be in her life, you need to change.
Jace feared nothing but the tone of Jocelyn's voice made his blood run cold as she said, "Some of them were friends."
15 minutes later Jace found Luke.
"Luke why does Jocelyn hate me"
"She doesn't hate you; the problem is you remind her of Valentine."
Reading his face Luke said, "Valentine violated Jocelyn."
The growing alarm on Jace's face didn't need interpretation, "No he didn't rape her, what he did was worse, he fed her dried up demon blood when she was pregnant with Jonathan, and Angel blood when she was pregnant with Clary."
"He made Jocelyn the unwitting subject of his experiments"
"But that's not the worst of it… Jace the first time she saw Jonathan open his eyes; she saw the eyes on demon looking back at her."
Then it hit him, "I would never…." Jace Muttered
"I know Jace" Luke said, "You're going to have to earn her trust, the thing is that hurt runs deep."
"Jace, your suffering from what humans call an identity crisis, your entire life you thought your father was Valentine Morgenstern in the guise of your actual father."
Looking up from the woodpile Luke asked, "Who are you?"
"Use your time here try and answer that question."