Hello everyone! Over a whole week without updating was driving me mad! I was going mad not being able to type! the weather here is unbelievable! but good news to those who want me to keep updating, its promised rain next week! so I should be updating soon again, depending whether it does rain!
I could not find any descriptions of Alicante, so I made what I wrote up! so if you hate/love or want me to change anything, please let me know!
I am doing this in two parts because it would take me another few days to add what I want to include! and I really wanted to update!
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Also this chapter is in three-point of views, so I'm sorry for anyones confusion!
Valentine POV
As soon as they entered the city, they were met a crowd of people.
After years of hiding, Valentine wanted to run into the nearest building to hide. He had spent years hiding from these people. But anyone that looked their way didn't think much of them.
To everyone there, they were just another family visiting their homeland. Not a man who tried to change their lives for the better.
They continued walking through the crowd till they went to a small building called "Blue star" which was basically a café. He felt parched from walking through the forest and the weather was extremely hot for a spring morning.
The inside of the café was different types of blue. Each booth had a different shade of blue and a different style star on the table. There was a counter with high seats and the legs were spiral. If it was any other day, Valentine would wonder how they were stable enough to sit on, but he wanted to show as much of Alicante to his children as he could.
He walked over to the waitress behind the counter and ordered three glasses of water. When he reached for his back pocket to pay for the drinks…
"There on the house. It's just tap water. Say, I haven't seen any of you in here before, first time in Idris?" Asked the waitress, who winked at Valentine.
"No, I livid here when I was younger." He said hoping she would take the hint and go serve the sad excuse for existence that was staring at her behind. The waitress had to be at least sixteen! The creep must be in his fifties!
"Oh that must explain it! It must be great to be back! I don't think I could stay away that long." She said clearly still oblivious to the guy. Valentine smirked.
"It is great to be back, but do you know what would be better? If I didn't have to worry about some pathetic low life staring at my daughter." He said pointedly at the man.
The waitress turned in her spot quickly, catching him staring. He immediately went red when he realized he was caught red-handed.
"MARCUS, YOU DISGUSTING CREEP! GET OUT!" roared the waitress. The man mumbled under his breath, which sounded like apologies, then exited.
(A/N: if your name happens to be Marcus, I apologize for using your name. it was the first name that came to mind)
Valentine glanced down at his children. Their eyes were wide with shock. Not a great start to the day.
"Thank you so much! I was wondering why he was there for so long! I have to give you something!" said the waitress, taking out delicious looking brownies from the display case.
"That's not necessary! All I did was warn you. You did the rest." Said Valentine gulping his water, wanting to leave before a fuss was made.
"I insist!" she said picking the three biggest brownies from the bundle and placing them in a bag, and also a white piece of paper.
"Thank you, I think we should get going, a lot to see." He said when Clarissa and Jonathan both finished their drinks and bounced off the non-logical chairs. He took the bag of brownies and mysterious paper.
They quickly left the café and into the busy street of shadowhunters. They walked through the crowd till they found a fountain with a statue of an angel holding a was a plaque underneath. Jonathan and Clarissa ran up to read it.
Valentine took the opportunity to read the note in the bag while his children were distracted.
YOU'RE DISGUISE FOOLS NONE OF THOSE STILL LOYAL TO YOU. –T.C.
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Jonathan POV
Jonathan was having the best birthday ever!
He was in a city he wanted to go into ever since he could remember! He wasn't being told off and Clarissa was enjoying herself as well.
After the strange incident in the café, they saw a huge statue of an angel. It looked like it was made from marble. He noticed a plaque at the bottom. Clarissa and he went to read it.
'Raziel gave his blood for generations to win against demons'
"Well that was brand new information." Said Jonathan sarcastically to Clarissa who giggled.
Jonathan turned around to see where their father was as he usually gave out to Jonathan for saying such things. Instead his father was staring at a piece of paper with horror.
"Father? Whats wrong?" He asked shocked. His father never looked like that.
"N-nothing. We should get moving. We only have a limited time here." He said shoving the paper into his back pocket.
"Why did they make a statue of the angel with the cup? Wouldn't it make more sense for it to be Jonathan Shadowhunter? He did come up with the idea to summon the angel after all." Said Clarissa.
There were a few gasps from people passing by. Father snapped out of his horror state and smiled down at his daughter proudly.
"Why is everyone so shocked?" asked Jonathan confused.
"Because normal shadowhunter children wouldn't know about Jonathan Shadowhunter. They don't learn about our history till there older. Most don't even know his name." he said.
They left the fountain and walked to a plaza. There was a competition between two shadowhunters. They had set a ring in the middle so as not to hurt any viewers.
Jonathan and Clarissa wanted to watch, just to taunt them for their fighting skills.
"you two stay there and wait for me. I'll be back in a few minutes" said father absently.
As he walked away, leaving his confused children behind, they turned to watch the fight.
"Isn't that what parents say when they abandon their child?" asked Jonathan worried. His father was acting strange.
"He's probably nervous being here. He is wanted by the clave" said Clarissa shrugging, although she was worried too but was determined not to give her brother any reason to worry, especially on his birthday.
They then turned their attention to the two shadowhunters. One was on the ground while the other was repeatedly punching him.
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Clarissa POV
After ten minutes of watching the two hunters fail miserably at fighting (she could think of many ways they could beat their opponent at their every position) Clarissa was bored. She looked at her brother who was very interested in the fight.
Clarissa turned in her spot and noticed a drinking fountain. She immediately felt very thirsty. She tapped Jonathan on the shoulder and indicated she was going to the drinking fountain and would be back in a minute. He nodded then returned to analyzing the fighters.
Clary walked over, and kept her brother in sight. Her father would be furious if he knew she lost her brother or vice versa.
She reached the fountain and drank the most delicious water ever. She wished she had a bottle to save for later. She felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Excuse me, but where did you get those boots? They are really pretty!" said a girls voice behind her.
Clarissa turned around and saw the prettiest girl. She had long black hair, dark brown eyes and almost tanned skin.
"Um, a small shop in Barcelona, Spain?" she said confusedly at the girl. She never met someone so straightforward…apart from her father of course.
"Really? Spain! I have to get my mom to get me a pair!" said the girl smiling perfect teeth.
Clarissa started to try to walk around the chirpy girl, but she noticed.
"Oh sorry! I didn't mean to keep you long! My name is Isabelle Lightwood! And you are…?"
"Nice to meet you, my name is-"
"CL-SERAPHINA! I told you to stay with your brother!" exclaimed her father striding up to the two girls.
"I wanted a drink and he's right there!" said Clarissa pointing to her brother who had heard his father and was now walking towards them. He had a blank expression.
Before father could say any more, Isabelle spoke.
"You were watching the match as well? My father is in it! The one that's got his arm around the guys neck." She said pointing at a man with brown hair, what could be brown eyes and pale skin. He had his opponent in a head lock.
'He obviously doesn't like the sun like his daughter' thought Clarissa.
Clarissa looked up at her father, hoping he would know what to do next. Instead he was staring at the man with a look of recognition
"No offense, but he's not doing a great job." Said Jonathan to the girl.
"Excuse me?" she said, her eyes turning into slits.
"He's covered in sweat, giving his opponent a chance to slip from his grasp. If he was trying to cut off oxygen he should have kicked him in the chest and clamped his hand on his throat. He would be on the ground, his hand couldn't slip and his opponent couldn't kick, punch him or try to unclamp his hand." Said Jonathan to the confused looking girl.
"ISABELLE" said a woman who looked like an older version of Isabelle approaching.
There was also a boy who looked like he was around Jonathan's age. He had black hair and really blue eyes. he seemed less than pleased to be there.
"I told you not to wander away from me! You had me worried!" said the woman pulling Isabelle into a hug.
She then noticed their company.
"Hello, I apologise for my daughter. She still hasn't learned to not talk to strangers. I'm Maryse Lightwood. This is my daughter Isabelle and this is Alec." Said Maryse holding out her hand to Clarissa's father. They shook hands.
"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Stephan Rosales. This is my daughter Seraphina and son Jonathan."
"Seraphina? That name sounds familier…but your all Rosales? I haven't heard that name in years!" said Maryse.
"Mom! Dads finished!" said Alec pointing to the man in the ring who was sitting on his opponent exhausted and covered in blood.
"Oh dear. How will I get him home…" said Maryse.
"Do you live far? I can carry him home." Said father, with a strange glint in his eye.
"Thank you! That would be a major help!" she said grabbing his wrist and running over to her husband who was now sprawled on the ground.
"Looks like we're going to your house." Said Clarissa.
"Great!" said Isabelle grabbing her wrist and pulling her over to their parents.
Clarissa looked over her shoulder and saw Jonathan and Alec look at them amused. But they followed.
They reached the ring, and Clarissa watched her father lift the man up and sighed when his shirt became wet with blood.
Maryse was speaking to him and leading the way out of the ring. She was carrying a ribbon that her husband must have won.
"So have you guys been in Idris before?" asked Isabelle.
"We live in Idris, but this is our first time in Alicante." Said Clarissa, hoping she didn't give away too much information.
"Really? If I lived near Alicante, I'd never leave!"
"I think our father wanted us to remember our first time here." Said Clarissa wishing it was true. Her father only brought them here because of Jonathan's birthday.
They talked more as they made their way to the Lightwoods home. Clarissa started to like Isabelle. They had a lot in common.
They were both five, wanted to be the greatest shadowhunter ever and their best friend was their brother.
She couldn't hear Jonathan or Alec speaking. She was determined to make them become friends like her and Isabelle.
They eventually made it to the Lightwoods house after thirty minutes of walking. Her father didn't look at all exhausted from carrying Isabelle's father.
The house was a two-story cottage. It was very small compared to her home, but it looked cosy.
The two families walked into the front yard which was very well taken care of. There was all sorts of flowers growing and the grass looked very inviting to lie on.
The two families entered the house, oblivious to what would happen next.
And I'm sorry for the cliff hanger! If I went further, I would have taken ages to finish it! I thought this was a good enough checkpoint!
So let me know what you think! do you love/hate it? want me to change anything? was including the Lightwoods a mistake? Let me know!
Also I have set a poll for you vote whether you think Valentine should reveal their identities or remain hidden? please go onto my profile and it should be at the top and vote!
Also I received a question asking about Ireland asking me about a typical stereotype! That is when I realised not many people would know much about Ireland and may be oblivious to our culture! so please leave a review or PM me if you have a question about Ireland or anything Irish and I'll answer it as best as I can!
Till next time ~maraudergirl68448