Hello everyone! this chapter is really long! and its a Clary POV! I would like to thank those who reviewd!
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Clarissa was running down the stairs. She slowed down when she got to the bottom as her father didn't like her to run down stairs. She had changed out of her training gear, washed up and yet again didn't bother with the curly monster that was her hair. She was envious of her father and brothers hair. Straight, silver white hair. They never had to waste time trying to gather it and tie it up. She always wanted to cut her curly red hair as it went down to her waist, but her father refused to let her.
She entered the dining room to see her father already seated, the table laid with plenty of food and her brother's seat vacated.
"Where's Jonathan?"
"What business is that of yours?"
"None, but it can't hurt to know the whereabouts of people. Especially people trained to be silent and attack with surprise." She said smugly.
"Well done. I have certainly trained you well." Said her father, smiling proudly at his daughters logic.
"So where is he?" she asked again.
"Not here."
"Is he still training?"
"I never said I would reveal his whereabouts, but I can assure you, he won't attack you" he said with certainty, and she got the feeling there was a double meaning behind his words.
She may be five, but she had been taught to consider everything about her opponent.
"Will he be in the library after lunch?" she asked, already knowing she was pushing her luck.
"Clarissa Morgenstern. Enough questions. Sit down and eat your lunch." He said with impatience.
"Yes father" she said dragging herself to her seat to the left of her father.
"Good. Now Mr. Kaidow will be taking you for an hour, to practice your runes. Remember what we talked about?"
"Don't use runes he is unsure of. If he gives me a stele, it is only to be used on easily replaceable objects." She said without having to think about it. He had reminded her about it before every lesson.
"Good. And also, if he does give you a stele, you are to give it back at the end of the lesson. It is not yours to keep"
"Yes father"
"Excellent. I will be leaving after dinner to run errands. I want you to stay in the house. You are not to leave.i will have the servants keep an eye on you" he said sternly.
"Yes father. Will you be back for my training in the morning?" she asked. He always left after lunch, sometimes came back for dinner and left again to return at three in the morning or stay away for a few days and send word that all was well and to continue with our schedules till he returned.
"No. I will be having an old friend to be here. He will be training you to use a seraph blade" he said as though casually announcing the weather. Clarissa choked on her mouthful of grilled cheese.
"WHAT?! You said I wouldn't be using those blades till I mastered using a sword!"
"Yes, but we are on a deadline. I will explain after I return" he said the last bit to stop her from asking.
She knew it was pointless to argue further. She they finished their lunch in silence. One of the servants entered and started talking to father, so she took the opportunity to swipe a banana and turkey sandwich off the table without her father seeing.
He had thought her how to pickpocket and how to be swift, so it was only fair she used these skills.
Her only problem now was leaving the table without her father seeing the food. The banana she could get away with possibly but she rather not risk it.
"I'm going to the library now. Thank you for lunch. I'll see you at dinner." She said hoping off her seat hiding the food behind her.
He just waved her off without looking, so she took the opportunity to turn and walk quickly out the door keeping the food from sight.
She entered the Library. It was gigantic. It had so many books. Both mundane and shadowhunter books.
Her father had a shadowhunter experienced with mundanes come here once a week and teach her literature and all that for two hours. She found it rather boring. What kind of person would want to stick around mundane let alone be a mundane?
She saw her brother sitting in a chair next to the window overlooking the forest. She walked over to him and handed the food over.
"Thanks! You're the best!" he said gratefully and began to eat instantly.
"I know I am. What happened this time?" she asked worried. He and father were the only people she cared for.
Her father taught her to only care for family. Everyone else will break her heart. He told her that their mother had run away after she was born. She left them and broke her father's heart.
"I took a break while training. Father didn't think I deserved to take another break. So he made me train extra and wash up then come straight here." He said after swallowing a huge mouthful of the last of his sandwhich.
"Again? How does he keep catching you at the worst possible moment?"
"I have no idea! Did I miss anything?"
"He's leaving after dinner, the usual. Oh wait! He's getting an 'old friend' to come here tomorrow to train me with a seraph blade! Can you believe it! If I master using the blade, I'll be getting my first shadowhunter mark! Il be like you and father!" she said smiling excitingly.
"WHAT?! You're only five! You're way too young to get the mark! Or even to be training with the blade!" he nearly shouted.
"you were as old as me when you got yours! What makes you think you're more capable of getting the mark than me?" she asked narrowing her eyes.
"You know I'm not like you! I'm different! I'm-"
"Children! What in the angel are you shouting about?" said Mr. Kaidow disapproving. Him and Mr Nightshade entered.
Mr. Nightshade was their normal tutor. He was a bit grumpy at times, but he had a good sense of humour. He was a tall tanned man with long graying hair. He looked very athletic.
Mr. Kaidow was a very interesting man. He practiced runes his whole life and found her talent remarkable. He was of average height. He had short white hair. He was a little pudgy but Clarissa knew he could still kill a demon.
They were both old friends of her fathers.
She always wondered how her father knew so many talented shadowhunters and was friends with.
He had told her that the clave had looked down on his ideas and wanted him punished. He escaped and returned home to run away with his wife and children, but instead his wife had run away with a downworlder. So he took his children and ran away to protect them from ridicule. After she kept asking him, he told her that all of his friends shared his ideas. That's why they were loyal and wouldn't tell anyone their whereabouts.
"Nothing. We were just discussing a matter that can wait till later." Said Jonathan. He walked over to his side of the library where they were usually taught.
Clarissa walked over to the part of the library her father built for her. The books here mainly consisted of runes, artwork and weapons.
She sat down at the table and began her lesson with Mr. Kaidow. They spent the whole hour talking about her talent. By the end of the lesson, she had created a rune for creating an image become a 3D object, a powerful locating spell and a longer lasting heightened senses rune.
She said goodbye to him then she joined her brother and learned about downworlders and there weaknesses. Then for an hour, she was learning to speak Latin.
Her father wanted her to learn as much foreign languages. She was to master Latin, then move onto languages that were actually still used. By the time dinner came, Clary just wanted to eat.
As they said goodbye to their tutor and made their way to the dining hall, she noticed Jonathan was unusually quiet and looked more pale.
"Are you okay?"
"Fine" he snapped.
She stopped walking and stared at him shocked. He hadn't said a word to her since there fight. And he never snapped at her. She expected him to turn around and apologise but he just kept walking.
'Fine. Two can play at this game' she thought annoyed.
She entered the dining room and seated herself next to her father, and facing Jonathan who wouldn't look at her.
"How was study?" asked father.
"Mr. Kaidow and I created three new runes! And then we learned about downworlders and their weaknesses. And I started learning latin!" she said confident that her father would praise her on a day well spent.
"Excellentes" he said smiling proudly.
She smirked, glad she met his approval. She composed her face as her father would tell her off for smirking.
"And what about you Jonathan? Were you on time for study?" he asked, giving him a hard look.
"Yes father. Mr. Nightshade continued teaching me demonology." He said bitterly.
Father glared at his tone, but said nothing.
After dinner, Clarissa was itching to paint. Her father had just gotten her a new sketch pad and paints. She was dying to test them.
She said goodbye to her father and was just leaving the room when she heard her father talk.
"Jonathan remember what I told you this morning. I would like to have a word with you before I leave." He said icily.
Clarissa turned around and caught a glimpse of her brother shake.
'So that's why he snapped at me. He's scared.' She thought to herself feeling sympathetic towards him.
She ran to her room and to the window and saw her father led Jonathan into the woods. They didn't know that she knew what happens next. She had followed them one day and remembered hearing the sickly sound as the whip hit her brothers back. She then hid in the darkness till her father left then went to check how bad his injuries were. She always tried her best to heal him.
He refused to tell her what the whip was. She knew it was strange as it glowed and none of her runes fully healed him. He had many scars from the whip.
She ran to the weapons room and found a stele her father hid from her, then got a bottle of water from the fridge in the kitchen and got a lighter and towel. She bundled it all up and looked at the door. One of the servants was beside it. She knew they would stop her as soon as she got close to it.
So she ran down the hall and saw the front door being blocked by yet another servant.
'doors are out of the question. Perhaps a window' she thought. She backtracked down the hall until she came to a window that faced the woods her father led Jonathan.
She opened the window and climbed over the ledge. She didn't have to jump as it was a very low sill.
She then ran to the woods and kept off the trail but also kept it in sight so she wouldn't get lost. She never entered the woods in the dark, but her brother needed her.
She was travelling for a few minutes when she heard footsteps. She stopped walking and saw her father walking on the trail back home. His face was illuminated by the whip. Clarissa saw regret and tiredness. Her father was the strongest person she knew. He never showed weakness.
In a few minutes he passed her and had gone from view, so she took the opportunity to walk on the path and take out her witchlight.
The path lights up and she is able to walk without tripping.
She starts to run until she sees her brother slumped next to a tree.
"by the angel! Are you okay? Can you stand?" she asked worried.
"go away" he said glaring at her.
"im trying to help you!"she said not liking his attitude.
"I don't need your help! Just go! I can fend for myself!" he said pushing her away.
"you're in pain! Let me help you!" she begged. She couldn't leave him like this.
"I'll heal! That's what our father has done! He turned me into a freak and you kept me weak! I was afraid id hurt you but he thinks you're ready to become a full shadowhunter so just leave me and let me become the monster father created!" He said fast and slurred that she didn't even understand anything he said.
"just leave me alone!" he said shoving her so hard she fell.
Whatever happened to Jonathan, pushing her like this had slapped him out of it. She could instantly see the pain and regret in his face.
"Clar-" he started to say but she had jumped up so fast and just started running. She heard him shout after her but she didn't care.
He was one of the two people she cared for most in the world. How could he so awful to her?
Her legs started to burn from running. She stopped only to realize she didn't know where she was.
She turned around to see what way to go but it was too dark. She couldn't even see the way she came.
She decided to keep walking in one direction. She had dropped her witchlight and stele when she tried to see if Jonathan was conscious. So now she had no light and no way to make runes.
She walked for about twenty minutes until she saw lights. She started to run. Hopefully someone there could help her.
As she neared she heard people talking. She stopped while hidden in the shadows. It was a city.
She had never been here before. Her father brought her to France, Italy, England and many other places but he never told her about this city. She wanted to enter.
She was about to walk into the light when a pair of arms clamped around her mouth and the other wound around her chest, securing her hands to her sides. She was being dragged backwards, unable to see her attacker.
She struggled against their arms and tried to scream but no sound was loud enough. She went limp in their arms until they stopped moving. The attacker loosened their grip.
That's when her training came in. she punched them in the stomach with her elbow, then hooked her leg behind their leg till they tripped. She turned around and saw a witchlight on the ground. She picked it up and shone it into the attackers face.
It was Jonathan.
"What do you think you were doing?!" she screeched at him.
He moaned and she knew why. He landed on his back. He hadn't healed so he was going to be in more pain.
She saw her stele in his pocket, and took it out. Then carefully, she turned him on his stomach, pulled up his shirt and traced powerful healing runes she had created.
She couldn't see much of the wounds as his blood was black and dry. She traced the rune everywhere she could.
She hissed as some of his blood touched her hands but refused to show pain. She felt his shoulders slump with relief.
"Thank you" he panted.
"Can you explain why you got mad at me? Or why you scared me to death?" she said while glaring at him.
"I wish I could. I swear! If I could id tell you everything! Please believe me! I don't want you to hate me!" he said with such sadness.
Clarissa didn't know what to say except…
"I will never hate you. I believe you. You're my brother, I will always love you" she said hugging him.
"Thank you" he said hugging back.
"If you can't tell me about what's going on, can you tell me about the city?" she asked hopefully.
"That's Alicante. It's also known as the city of glass. We're forbidden to enter." He said but it was clear in his eyes that he wanted to enter the city.
"Forbidden? By who?"
"Father. He's in hiding, and he can't have us walking around. We'd be too noticeable."
"Who would notice us?"
"Everyone. I look just like father and you look like her. Everyone would know our father had two children. We'd look like mini versions of our parents. It wouldn't be long that people would start tracking us down and they would capture and kill father like they tried to do all those years ago."
"How do you know?"
"He told me. I even witnessed it. Please don't go into the city. It's not safe. Promise me you won't!"
"I promise" was the first lie she ever told her brother.
He seemed relieved. And with that they began the long walk back to their home. Clarissa making a silent vow, that she would enter the city one day.
That was chapter three! I hope you all liked it! please review if you want me to change or add something to the story! and I will update as soon as I can! so till next time ~maraudergirl68448