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

I would really appreciate any constructive feedback and comments, let me know how what you think of my first fan fic. Thanks!

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*Prologue*

At just 8 years old, Clarissa Fairchild sighed dreamily from the swing as she 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 her, but she was very mature for her age. She had to be… with a father like hers. She was told she 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.

Clary 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 Clary," 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, Clary thought to herself as she crossed her arms and scowled. As if it was so easy to do just that. Maybe for Isabelle it was, as she was used to being bold and brazen, especially for someone her age, but it worked for her. But for Clary, it was not so easy. She did not have the courage to be so brazen, or brave.

She had to be strong, and quiet and docile. The way her father wanted me to be.

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

She smoothed out her cream-colored plain dress, got up from the swing and marched over to Jace Wayland.

Alec slid her a frowning glance as she tugged on the shirt of one Jace Wayland. Clary shot one back at him.

At 12 years old, Jace Wayland was a tall and handsome boy. She was not lying when she said he was her hero. He was her protector and friend, and he always stood up for me and was nice to me.

Jace Wayland turned slightly, shooting Clary one of her favorited silly grins of his. He lifted his hand and mussed it through the top of her hair, like she was a dog, then turned back to Alec.

Clary frowned angrily. She 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," Clary stated firmly.

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

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

A choked laughter came from Alec, who was now doubled over with laughter. Clary frowned sternly and put her hands on my hips as she shot him a death glare.

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

He put his hands on her shoulders and kept her 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 at her.

"I love you Jace Wayland," Clary 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.

Clary nodded her 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," She retorted, angrily.

His pretty boy face scowled at her, and she 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."

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

His eyes met hers, 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," Clary replied sighing dreamily as she 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 she startled him by placing her hands on his shoulders and lifting on her toes and placing a big kiss on his lips. She then bought my mouth to his ear.

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

Jace looked at her with an intense gaze, but he did not get a chance to answer, because Clary was jerked away suddenly by a painful grip.

She cried out in pain and was whirled around to come face to face with her father. The look on his face was enraged.

"How many times have I forbidden you to come here," her father snarled. "I do not want you hanging out with these people."

Tears started to stream down her face, "I'…I'm sorry father," Clary wept as he dragged around to the front of the house.

"Where are we going?" She asked wobbly.

"We're leaving… for good," her father snapped, his grip on her arm getting tighter.

Clary cried out, and dug her heels into the ground, trying to pull her arm from his grasp. "I don't wanna go. I want mama," she cried out.

Her father whipped around suddenly, and Clary felt the pain of his hand against her cheek.

She fell to the ground with a cry. And then in the blink of any, Jace was standing there in front of her in a protective stance, and in the next moment, he was lunging at her father.

Clary continued to cry out as she watched her father pin Jace down against the car, and then shoved him away and onto the ground.

"You stay the hell away from my daughter," he growled. "Get in the car, Clarissa."

Clary looked from her father, back to Jace. He lip was bleeding and there was fiery anger burning in his eyes. She pulled herself up from the ground.

"Don't." Jace pleaded.

Clary gave him a teary smile and silently said her goodbye to the golden-haired boy.

She did what she was told and got in the car. She stared at him through the window, and knew in her heart, that she would love her strong and courageous protector forever, even if she would never see him again.

A few hours later, Clary found herself sitting alone in the car, as she stared out the window to see her father talking to the pilot.

A pair of headlights flashed in her eyes, as a car pulled up in front of her. A woman jumped out of the driver side, and Clary immediately recognized her. It was her mother.

Clary immediately jumped out of the car and ran into her mother's arms. "Momma, "Clary cried. "Don't make me go, I don't wanna go."

Her mother rubbed her hand up and down and her back very soothingly. She then cupped her face in her hands.

"It's only for a little while," Her mother replied assuredly. "Only, a little while. And then we will be together again, okay."

Clary nodded shakily. "Promise?" she asked, sticking out her pinky.

Her mom wrapped her pinky with hers. "Promise, baby."

Just then her father was there next to him.

Clary wrapped her arms tight around her mother's neck, and then was quickly pulled away. Clary grabbed her mother's hand, her mother squeezed her had in reassurance.

"Be strong for me baby," Her mother replied, Clary nodded and then let her father, lead her to the waiting plane.

Little did Clary know, that would be the last time she'd ever see her mom again.

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Author's Note: Thank you for taking time to read my story, this was just a whack at a new fanfiction, and I hope you guys enjoyed. Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. I'm not entirely sure if I want to stay in the 2nd point of view or first person point of view.