Hello everyone! I would like to thank those of you who reviewed! I didn't expect to get any reviews if any so quick!
Lady Kalee: I'm glad you liked it! :D I hope to keep updating as soon as I can! :D
Tigersing19: I'm glad you liked the first chapter! :D I read other stories like these but Clary always seemed...girly, for someone living with two shadowhunting men!
xXJustaWriterxX: Thank you so much! I was hoping it didn't seem too far-fetched!
EJ26: Me too! I wished the book Clary was more sure of herself. Was it just me or did she not seem more badass till city of souls?
Robin: Thank you! I wasn't sure anyone would like the first chapter or a Valentine POV but I will definitely write more of them in this story! :D
I had only written the first chapter from boredom, and was planning to delete it the next day of posting it, till i got these amazing reviews! thank you so much, and I hope this chapter doesnt lower your expectations! if there's something you hate, or love, please review and if you have any ideas you want me to add, please let me know!
Jonathan Morgenstern, now seven, was training deep in the forest that surrounded his home.
He used to train in the home gym with his little sister, until his 'dark side' took over and he nearly took off his sister's head.
Because of his father's 'experiment', Jonathan was slowly losing his humanity. Even though he was still a child, the demon blood made him age quicker (mentally) so he understood easily that he was transforming into a monster that can hurt his sweet sister.
The last day he trained in the gym, he was six and he had been practicing sword stances, and Clarissa would not stop talking about the runes master, and all of a sudden his whole body had shuck, and he felt all of his emotions leave. He could not feel annoyance, boredom or curiosity. All he felt was anger.
He had turned around and saw Clarissa had her back to him as she practiced with a bow and arrow. She was still talking, and unconcerned about shielding herself from her brother.
He had then raised his sword and was about to swipe at her neck when he was ploughed into by someone. After a few minutes of rolling and shouting on the floor, Jonathan felt his emotions return and looked up at his blessed attacker, it was his father.
"A word, Jonathan" he said with controlled anger and standing up and walked away.
Jonathan gulped and looked over at his sister who stared at them with curiosity, oblivious to what had nearly happened.
Jonathan followed his father out to the forest, only stopping in the outside shed for something that Jonathan knew only too well.
They travelled into the forest, making a distance from the home so his shouts and cries could not be heard by Clarissa.
They stopped in a small clearing. His father unwound the demon coil whip and motioned for Jonathan to stand in front of him. Jonathan did as he was told, knowing well enough that any protests would be futile. He took off his shirt and gripped a stone tightly, tensing up for the first blow.
Jonathan snapped out of the memory before the pain of that blasted whip was remembered. He had received enough whippings from the enchanted whip, that he was surprised he still felt it.
Jonathan looked down at the whip he was training with, and dropped it instantly with disgust.
That day, he had nearly killed the one person he loved, who actually cared for him.
After his father finished whipping him, he had left Jonathan to fend for himself, as he made his way home. He had dropped halfway, too weak to carry on when he saw her running towards him.
Clarissa, was running towards him, worry etched all over her face. She had only turned four a few weeks ago, but she knew exactly what happened. She was very bright for her age.
She was still wearing her training gear. She turned him carefully on his stomach, and used her knife to rip his blood stained shirt.
He heard her gasp and mumbled about being back in a few minutes.
She ran off and he was sure he blacked out, as she returned quickly with a first aid kit, stele and huge bottle of water. If he wasn't in pain, he would have been impressed she could carry all of it.
"Hold still. Sorry if this hurts" she whispered as though afraid they would get caught.
She poured some water on his back, and the icy coldness was pleasant as it cooled the pain. She then very gently wiped or dabbed to clean the wound. He heard her hiss as his blood burned her hands, but he felt immobile to stop her.
After cleaning to wound, she started tracing runes onto his back with the stele, and he instantly felt much better.
He sat up and hugged his sister, relief washing through him knowing she was unharmed (aside from the few burns she received from his blood which would heal soon) and was still there for him.
"Thank you" he said, his voice full of emotion. She giggled and hugged back.
"I'll always be here for you. You're my brother" she said sweetly.
It was times like this he treasured. Since then he had been separated from training with her, much to her confusion. And since then, their Father and taken to watching over her training, which was a mystery to him. If it was Jonathan he was afraid of killing her, why not watch him?
The two siblings had walked back to their home in silence, Jonathan was sent to the library without lunch (Clarissa snuck him an apple from the kitchen for which he was grateful. Since that day, their father trained Clary into what he thought a shadowhunter should be.
She still cared for her brother, but now she was tougher. She found her strengths, like knife throwing and Runes, and knew how to use them to her advantage. When their father was gone to the 'other boy' and the servants asked her to do something she was quick to remark. He worried she would say something in front of Father and be taught a lesson.
"What do you think you're doing?" said a cold voice behind him. Jonathan was brought back to reality, and turned to meet his father's glare.
"I…um…was training…and needed…um…a break?" he said, making it sound like a question.
"I will tell you when you can take a break! I came out here in fact to tell you it was time for lunch, but seeing as you were already having a 'break' you can go back to training for the time you wasted then go to the library without food and go study! And I will have another word with you after dinner" he said and turned in his spot and retreated back to the cottage.
Jonathan then in a rage picked up a stone, and was about to chuck it at his father when he stopped himself in time. He would only be punished severely if he did. He dropped the stone, picked up the whip and started practising hitting his desired branches, which took the shape of his fathers face.
That's chapter two! please review and let me know what you think! I still don't know where I'm taking this story, but I'm open to suggestions! so till next time! ~maraudergirl68448