The beginning of my story begins with me standing in a line with my second best friend in the entire world- Simon. We were standing outside of Pandemonium, a night club for teenagers that I frequently went to, and just happened to be a popular place for demons to lurk around.
I had never killed a demon and I had never been in a fight with a demon- despite being trained secondhand by Jace for as long as he has been trained. I was never Marked and no runes adorned my body. Except for the permanent rune that covered the top of my left hand. Jace also had the same rune- except flipped- on his right hand and I bet more than anything that if we met in person and connected those hands- the runes would be complete. However, that theory has yet to be proven.
You see, Jace and I had never actually met face to face. Our connection was strong and when we wanted to, we could see, hear and feel the other's thoughts and actions. But our connection was deeper than that. We felt everything the other did, we were intertwined so emotionally and mentally that we were a part of each other. Always there, always linked together. I didn't know what a life without him there would be like. There was never a time for me when I wasn't with him in some way. And that is what our connection is about- being bonded with someone as close as if you were the same person. Thoughts weren't needed because you could just tell. Closer that friends, blood, and even parapatai. That was Jace and Clary.
Suddenly, I felt waves of arrogance and happiness. Jace.
What's got you so smug this time? I asked while searching through his thoughts and feelings. Oh. He was going to hunt some demons with Izzy and Alec.
Typical. Being a Shadowhunter was part of the very essence of Jace. It helped define him like how art helped define me. He was amazing at it- the best really, and he loved to do it. He was born a fighter. So of course he always loved to show off to me whenever he had the chance.
You love it. I heard his voice.
Oh yes. But let's not forget that you never let me hunt myself.
You don't have a seraph blade- or even a stele! He was incredulous though he knew as well as I did that you didn't need them. He himself has killed a demon with nothing more than a rubber band and a bottle cap!
You can't get hurt, Clary. I wouldn't even be around to help you. What if something went wrong? I felt his fierce protection, all his worry, his anger.
I saw his view- of course. What if Jace got hurt? How would I feel? Especially when I couldn't do a thing because I wasn't phsically there. But that wasn't fair- because Jace did get hurt and I have never felt more helpless whenever that happened.
I sighed.
Simon and I were near the front of the line now.