Hey guys! This is just the prologue so I'm sorry if it's a little short. I like to write at least a thousand words. Enjoy and please review.

-Jenna

PROLOGUE

(Please pretend Clary didn't portal over the water if u know what I mean)

Clary took one last look at the fight, knowing that Jace would probably kill her for this. But she had to. She couldn't just sit and wait for her knight to come. So she took a deep breath and jumped.

When she appeared next tot eh lake she lost her footing, coming down face first, into the ground. She stood slowly and looked around. Valentine stood a good fifty feet away working at an alter. He didn't look up. Maybe he hadn't seen her. "Nice of you to join me Clarissa." He spoke continuing to move things around. He picked up the mortal sword and moved it to the side. Clary walked slowly towards him, her Steele in her hand. When she got within arms length she stopped, watching him wearily. "That will do nothing for you." HE said, referring to the Steele. "Put it down slowly before I lose my temper." She made no move to do what he demanded. He glanced up at her and set the mortal cup down. "I gave an order Clarissa." She narrowed her eyes.

"You don't control me Valentine." He turned completely to face her.

"You know, I really do despise this idea of calling parents by their first names. I am your father you're your acquaintance."

"You are not my father." She growled." She growled. Valentine showed a glimmer of a smile.

"And so he's not your brother?" Clary's brow furrowed as Jonathan slammed the butt of his sword into the side of her head. She crumpled to the ground with a cry. "You didn't have to hurt her." Valentine said. Jonathan shrugged. The way his black eyes shone in the moonlight would make anyone believe they were having a nightmare.

"We should just kill her. HE hissed. Valentine ignored his son.

"What of Jonathan?" Jonathan cracked his jaw.

"You know it's less confusing if you call him Jace, everyone calls him Jace." Clary groaned. Jonathan didn't answer.

"She's a pathetic little thing isn't she?" Jonathan said. "Cute. But pathetic." Valentine stood up again.

"I'm sorry." Valentine whispered in a voice Jonathan had never heard before. It sounded like sympathy. Jonathan clenched his jaw.

"She's bad for us Father." He hissed. "She'll get in the way." Valentine had his back turned. He knelt down slowly and picked up his half conscious sister.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Valentine said calmly. "Son, put her down." HE jutted out his chin and tightened his grip on her neck.

"No father." Clary went flying through the air and landed back first into the water. It bubbled but she didn't rise.

"I put a paralyzing rune on her!" Valentine shucked his jacket and jumped into the freezing water.

"I know." Jonathan muttered to himself. Ever since his father had found out about Clary he'd be obsessed with her, saying that she was an asset. She was important. He wanted the distractions gone!

Valentine reappeared fifty feet off the shore with a once again unconscious Clary. He pulled her onto the bank and started doing compressions. Jonathan took a step closer. "Get over there!" Valentine roared. "Now!" Grumbling he did what he was told. Clary coughed and rolled onto her side sputtering out water. Valentine rushed to heal the poison in her system and his own.

"Where are you going?" Jonathan hissed, watching his father carry Clary off.

"Grab the mortal sword and cup!" he called back not answering his son's question. "It won't work to call the angel. We don't' have everything."