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Chapter I: Falling Apples
Where once was love . . .
Jace Lightwood or Lightworm, which ever you want to call him, didn't feel like being cooped up in the Institute all day like Isabelle and Alec. He felt like going out, so going out he did. He put on his gear and strolled out the tall, wooden doors, and out into where the sun shined brightly.
He squinted at first, his golden eyes needing to adjust to the candescent light. He covered his eyes slightly but walked on. He heard Maryse calling for him, so he ran. Jace didn't talk to many people nowadays. Now that everything on earth had changed, he had too, and it was the Shadowhunters' faults.
Clary had run away.
His beautiful redhead and emerald-eyed girl had run away when they had first attacked. Jace had blamed himself. He should have taken Clary away from their attack, to hide in Idris, away from the reign of terror and destruction. Then, maybe, she might still be with him. He remembered the look on her face as she had sped out of the Institute and had turned back to look at him, a devastated expression on her fragile, porcelain face.
Jace wandered into Central Park. The green grass tickled his ankles and he cursed himself for not bothering to put on socks. Who forgets to put on socks? Apparently, Jace Lightworm did. He saw kids playing soccer and tag, laughing happily. He stayed out of sight, he liked seeing the kids like this, unafraid and innocent, and alive.
He slid against a tree and lay down. He closed his eyes and let the breeze run through his air. He smiled and- "Bwah!"
An apple fell into his mouth.
A small giggle echoed up from above him. "Nice catch, Blondie!"
Jace snapped his eyes open to see a little girl. Her legs swing back and forth above him as she sat on one of the branches of the large oak tree. Or what he thought had been an oak tree, apparently, it was an apple tree. She had curly, golden hair that bounced slightly as her body swung with the tempo of the breeze. She also had shimmering, emerald green eyes. She wore a denim skirt, a red shirt, and no shoes.
"Hi," she chirped, waving at him. "I'm Freya. What about you, Blondie?"
"None of your business!" Jace snapped. "Why'd you hit me with the apple?"
"You caught it didn't you?" Freya laughed. "Plus, your ugly face looked like it was going to start snoring something awful soon."
"Ugly!" Jace sputtered, outraged. "Don't you know what I am?"
"An ugly Shadowhunter," she shrugged.
Jace glared at her, but she just continued to smile.
Freya swing herself down from the tree and landed, gracefully, next him with a small grunt. "Whatcha doing here, anyway?"
"Why am I even talking to you, mundane?"
"Because I'm ten times more interesting than you?" she offered. Her grin was mischievous and her green eyes glimmered with excitement. "I'm more interesting than any boring, old Shadowhunter."
"Watch what you're saying, kid."
"I get it! I get it!" Freya laughed. "You and your kind took over the world! Big deal! Give it a rest! Go to DisneyWorld! Something! Watch a New York Giants' game! Go to the Superbowl for crying out loud!"
"I don't know what you're talking about. What are these giants you speak of?"
She fell onto her back laughing and clutching her sides. "Are you serious? By the Angel! That's depressing!"
"Where would you have-"
"FREYA!"
Freya looked at Jace and got up. "Sorry! That's my uncle calling me!" She gave him a quick embrace before running off. "Bye, Blondie!"
Love is no more . . .
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Hey. I know that there aren't many people reading this right now, but that's fine. I shall continue to update . . . eventually. If you want you can read my other story The Dragon, if you want. I think I've got two pretty good, little stories here.
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