The Shadow's Dawn- Chapter 10

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Full Summary:

Clary Fray is daughter of Valentine Morgenstern, the wicked and cruel father bent on making her life miserable. Ever since she was 5, he has abused and raped her. Clary's mother, Jocelyn, had gone missing when Clary was only 4 and a half. Her brother Jonathan, or Jon, had died in a car crash when she was 10. Clary is just about ready to give up, but then the mysterious Lightwoods show up at her school, and turn out to live right next door. Will Jace, Izzy, and Alec find out her secret? If so, will they help save the broken girl, or break her even more? I know, many stories are like this, but please give mine a try! All Human.

Clary's POV

All I could do was groan in protest as Izzy dragged me through various stores in the mall, making me compliment on every single outfit in every single store since she kept trying on every outfit possible to humanity within every shop. I looked at my cell.

9:37 PM.

They had been here since 7:03 AM.

"Izzyyyyy..." Clary moaned, "I want to go hommmme." She dragged out the word, emphasizing it greatly. She held at least 12 bags on each arm, while Izzy carried 6 on each arm. How much clothes did Izzy need? Too much. Why was Clary carrying it all? Because she was somehow stronger than the other girl- probably the years of abuse.

"But Clary, I'm not done. We have 13 more stores to go." Izzy complained. Iz turned and looked at Clary, finally noting how tired Clary was. She wasn't one for shopping at all. "C'mon, it's late, I'm tired, I hate shopping, We've been here for hours, and it's closing anyway." Clary whined.

"FIINNNEE..." Izzy gave in, and they headed into the parking lot.

Finally free from the torture chamber called a mall, (READ: DEVIL'S LAIR!) and went to Izzy's fancy shiny black car. They put the bags of clothes in the trunk, when suddenly Izzy whips around as Clary noticing that she forgot to pay any attention to the footsteps that had followed them out of the mall.

"Clary," Says a voice that she can't quite place her finger on. Obviously male. Desperate. Sad. Lonely. Caring. Loving. Who could it be? By the look on Izzy's face, she doesn't know either. "please turn around and look at me. Please?" The voice asks. Clary think for a moment before taking a deep breath.

Not looking at the person and instead at the cement parking lot, Clary turns, only for surprise to wash over her when she looks up.

There are flowers. Some are Asters, which are a symbol of love and daintiness. Some are Bittersweets, which mean the truth. There are pink Camellias, which mean "longing for you". There are also pink carnations, meaning "I'll never forget you". There are even dandelions, which mean faithfulness and happiness.

The flowers go on, to Fir's (which mean Time), Forget-Me-Nots (True Love and Memories), Garlic (Courage and Strength), Geraniums (Stupidity and Folly), Purple Hyacinths (I am sorry, Please forgive me, and Sorrow), Peony's (in this case mean Shame), Pines (in this case mean Hope), and lastly some Primroses (I can't live without you).

The giant bouquet hid the person's face. From what I can see, they are pale and wear alot of black.

Uncertainly, Clary grabbed the bouquet and shuffled it lower, so she could see the person's face. Only to stumble back in shock, recognition, horror, uncertainty, and surprise.

It was someone she would never expect.

A boy who died a long time ago.

A boy who died in a car crash when Clary was only 10.

A boy who looked so much like her father.

A boy who had become a man.

A man who has come back from the dead.

Izzy was ready to attack him, but looked at me uncertainly as tears began to cascade down my cheeks in rivers.

Unable to hold herself up, Clary leaned onto Izzy's car, unsure what to do. She was suddenly exhausted. "Don't hurt him.." Clary muttered at Izzy. Izzy nodded, still unsure.

"Hey, Clare-bear." The tall, pale, white-blond and green-eyed man murmured. He had gotten alot bigger, more muscly, and his voice deepened. His hair reminded Clary of Jace's, but straight.

Looking into his emerald gaze, Clary quietly replied. "Hey, Jon."

Jon's POV! (along with dif writing XD)

I couldn't believe it. I knew Clary would blow up with questions later, but I didn't ask. She has accepted me again, with alot of shock, that is.

It will be awesome to be her brother again. I missed being able to see her. I missed everything about Clary over the past years.

Her red hair. Her emerald green eyes, so alike of mine. Her freckles. Her pale skin. Even her shortness.

I also missed her temper and caring persona, alongside all her birthdays and such...

But I had to. To save her.

To top it all off, I had missed Clary just plainly. It broke my heart, when I had to go into hiding and fake my death. But it was to keep Clary alive. Along with that, I had ran into Mom. I wasn't aloud to see Clary once I saw Mom- if I gave the secret away, We'd all be dead for sure.

I come forward and hug Clary, and thankfully, she hugs back.

"I'm sorry I left. I missed you." I say into her hair, patting her back.

"I missed you too, bro." Clary whimpers into my chest.

BOOM!
I'n your faces! Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern is back in the game, oh yeah!
I just couldn't handle having no Jon. Jon is awesome. Jon is Jon. XD
Sadly, it's short. But hey, it came with a big surprise, at least.
Yeah, I changed the writing for some reason with Jon. Weird, right? Yep. I was just born that way.

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Sky Amberjade ~