Hey, just wanted to say thank you for all of you who reviewed, it means a lot to me and I would really love for all of you to give your opinions.

To okayitswayland: in answer to your question yes they will go up to earth and be all badass and shit. But the plot will be quite different to the 100. I don't know how the 100 ends as I haven't read the book but I am pretty sure it will be different to how this story will end. I do watch the 100 and love it, although my favourite character is Bellamy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

My story will be a short one, I know that much

But I will not waste those few precious moments,

I will walk every step, run every mile and welcome every fall.

Because you can survive for a lifetime but you cannot live for it all. ~C.D~

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful for Clary, Jace didn't bother her again and she managed to kick Izzy's arse yet again in self-defence class. Her school was separated in to four houses and each house specialized in different skills, there were krijgers who focused on self-defence and marcial arts, the lopers who trained in all kinds of athletics, the kundis who pursued mainly the academics like chemistry and pre-med and finally the stetsels who practiced logistics and life-skills. Each house had different classes dividing and ranking them from sets one to five, one being the best and fove being the worse. Clary was placed in top sets for all her classes and was in the Krigers along with Izzy and Jon. Simon was of course in the Kundis house as he was a complete nerd and got out of breath just from walking to his locker. Seb was in the Lopers along with Jace, but both still had some classes with Clary as she was pretty good at most subjects and so was put in the top sets. As she was waiting outside the school gates for her brothers, she squinted at the large banner adorning the school entrance, advertising the upcoming interschools competition.

It was the same competition that was held every four years in our glorious Nation, each of the five schools nomenated ten students from ages sixteen to eighteen. This year was the first year Clary would be competing, well if she got chosen that is. Neither her nor any of her brothers had ever been picked considering the last time it was carried out was four years ago. She secretly hoped and prayed every night that she would be nominated, not just to go down in history as the winner of the 100th competition anniversary, but primarily to prove her father wrong. To prove that she wasn't just Valentine's daughter. She was Clary and she didn't belong to along but herself. As cheasy as that sounded it was the moto she had lived by for the majority of her life.

She knew for a fact that both her brothers would be picked, and if she could beat them then her father would have no choice but to see her as an equal. But the Competition didn't just rely on your physical attributes, no that would be way to easy. It combined the strength of mind with the strength of body. You had to master every single fibre of your being and intune it with yourself. Mind over matter. Matter over mind. They both applied in this situation. The Competition was commonly know all around the glorious Nation as THE EARTH TRIALS and was watched by almost every civilian. It promoted the idea that everyone was equal and each individual had the opportunity to achieve greatness no matter their race, colour, class or heritage. It was about the only example equality left in this hopeless excuse of a species. She finally saw the two blonde heads of her brother's come bounding out of the school entrance, surrounded by a dozen or so of their entourage. Where Clary carefully accepted the friendship of a selected few, her brothers would talk to just about anybody. This meant that they were friends with at least half the school, to her annoyance. Both her brothers had got the best of their parent's features, high prominent cheekbones, long lashes and a thick layer of muscle covered their six foot bodies. But where Jon and Clary both had bright vibrant green eyes, Seb had dark brown ones. So dark that you struggled to know where the iris started and the pupil stopped, it could be eerily scary at times. Jon came up to her and threw his left arm over her shoulder whilst leaning his right on Sebastien's. He smiled down at her, that smile she loved that he reserved for her alone. She would never say it allowed but Jon was her favourite member of her family. He was her dad when her father couldn't be bothered to be one, he was her mum when her own was to 'busy', he was her best friend when she had none; he was her shoulder to cry one when no one else offered. He was her all and her everything. Seb tried, but they had never been as close, she always thought there was something mysterious about him, like he had a huge weight on his shoulders that none of them knew about. It hadn't always been like this between the two of them, when they were younger the three of them used to be completely inseparable. Clary longed for those days again, when everything was seen through the eyes of an innocent child, when everything was so simple and easy, when her family wasn't the mess it is now, when her father was just her dad and not the ruler of a country.

She glanced at Seb as they walked down the familiar alleyways leading them to their home. No one had any cars around here as there was little petrol left at their disposal, some lucky few had small electrical mopeds but the remainder had to walk everywhere. Sebastien had a frown upon his face, an expression that would soon become permanently etched into his skin if he kept doing it.

"So anything knew happen with you today" Jon asked casually, the same question he asked every day to which Clary would usually answer with a shrug. She found talking about personal things with Sebastien here kind of awkward.

"Not much" she saw Seb glance at her out of the corner of her eye and his frown lessoned slightly, it wasn't much but it was a start.

"Really nothing new in the world of Clary?" he gave her a small smile or encouragement so she decided that if he was going to make an effort so would she.

"Well Jace decided to corner me in the corridor before lunch, but other than that, not really." As soon as the words came out of her mouth she regretted them at the look her brothers gave her. She had never shown any interest in the opposite sex, so this was a first and she had no idea how they would react. Seb looked at her with a surprised expression whereas Jon was staring at her with a fierce protectiveness.

"Now when you say cornered, what exactly do you mean?" Jon squinted his eyes at her. She had always been a terrible liar and knew he would know if she wasn't telling the truth.

"I, err, well" she gulped, "he pulled me into a class room to try and talk to me" she said in one breath.

"And what exactly did he want to talk to you about?" Sebastien asked with raised eyebrows. Jace was his friend so if he was questioning her it couldn't be good.

"Just stuff", both of them stopped and looked at her with their arms crossed, one eyebrow raised waiting for her to continue, their positions identical. They could have been identical twins if it wasn't for their different eyes. The scene would have been almost funny if it wasn't for the situation she was in.

"Well he may have said something about a Janitor's closet" both their eyes widened dramatically and she quickly recovered herself, "but he just wanted to know if there were supplies stored there" she internally cringed at the bluntness of her lie, and as she looked up at her two brothers she saw that they obviously didn't believe it either.

"I'm going to have serious words with that boy", Jon's hands had balled into tight fists at his sides, and Clary actually began to fear for Jace's safety, she knew that Jon could easily inflict a lot of damage if he wanted to. Luckily Sebastien was there to calm him down before he tracked Jace down to have 'a word' with him.

"Calm down bro, Jace isn't an idiot and Clary can take care of herself", she silently smiled her thanks to him and thankfully Jon dropped the subject for now.

"So, are you two looking forward to the trials?" Clary jogged to catch up as Jon carried on walking, not waiting to see if they were following. At the mention of the trials she saw Seb visibly stiffen next to her, his whole body lit up with tension and his jaw clenched.

"Absolutely, I mean I am obviously going to win, so to be honest I have no idea why they're even bothering. But I guess it's nice to let people have a small glimmer of hope before it is mercilessly taken away from them." Jon smirked, oblivious to the raging war being carried out in his brother's head.