The sound of bones cracking filled my ears and I winced in pain. The pain brought to me watching the small, dead falcon falling to the ground was unbearable. I had put my heart and soul into this bird and he had to ruin it.

He ruined everything, Christmas, birthdays, my life revolved around fighting, combat training, sparring, killing, practise makes perfect he would say. And what would I get out of it, a jail cell in the cellar of the Wayland manor.

All Jace Wayland had ever wanted is love, to love to be loved, all of that crap. The bird was a reminder that to love was to destroy. he was always told,

"I'm only protecting you, Jace, you know. To love is to destroy, don't you know?"

Jace nodded and wiped tears from his golden eyes. Wiping away locks of shiny gold hair from his forehead. Valentine patted his head and led Jace inside, even though Jace was as fit as possible he had to eat 5 times a day, valentine called it spoiling him but Jace knew, being the perceptive child that he was, that eating so much was fuel so Valentine could fight him more often, Jace had about 3 spars a day with his father and he had only won one. Jace had been sparring for 6 years.

See the thing that pained Jace most about his life was the scars, the scars from whipping, sparring, beating and those nasty `small modifications` that his body had to undertake to make himself more dangerous. Snake poison didn't work on Jace so Valentine chose to make his body a weapon, making his fists hard as metal and filling his brain with information. He wished he could escape, find somebody, be with a family that cared or have a father that wanted him for his personality, not his combat training.

Clary p.o.v

I woke up with those nasty back pains again, they would form from the cage digging against her back like daggers shooting up her spine, it would take her 10 minutes to get up. It's gotten better though.

Clary looked to her right and with shock saw Valentine sleeping in, she smirked and pulled a notebook and pencil from under her strip of fabric her father called a blanket. She had stolen the notebook from a pile of books she had seen 3 years ago, Clary had snatched a pencil from Valentine's desk then too, knowing it was risky but urging to draw, she had never drawn before but had felt a strange longing to mimic what she had seen Valentine attempting many times before.

She got herself remotely comfortable and started to draw, letting her pencil be an extension of her body, of her emotion. Her fingers guided the pencil and she drew an angel, it was a young male with golden hair that fell over his eyes, his eyes were a deep gold also matching his perfect skin, all he wore was a pair of white pants. Clary had never seen this person before, she'd seen him in her dreams and even then shed longed to see him, he felt safe, something she'd never felt safe before.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by her father stirring, she quickly hid her drawing equipment and sat up straight, pulling out one of the textbooks Valentine had given her to study. Clary read things like,"ave atque vale, hail and farewell" She was studying latin.

Valentine sat up and glared at Clary,

"Clarissa, what are you doing?" he snapped

"Studying," Clary replied, showing him the page she was reading. Valentine nodded and hopped out of bed, he stalked towards her cage and slowly and unlocked the door, Dragging her out and dropping her on the floor,

"get up brat we have work to do, well you have work to do," Valentine laughed to himself and walked out of his room, Clary slowly stood up, her anger slowly bubbling inside her,

control it, its ok, you'll escape this one day, you will Clarissa Morgenstern you will.

Clary sprinted towards the kitchen, Valentine would whip her if she took to long. She grabbed the steak and broccoli for breakfast, she always had to make three meals for some reason though, she never chose to wonder about it, she didn't have a brother or mother or sister, Clary laughed to herself, like that would happen.

After she was done preparing the meals she poured three mugs of heavy black coffee and brought two mugs and meals to the dining room. She entered the dining room and for the first time took a glimpse at the character at the end of the table. She gasped and dropped everything, she knew she was going to be whipped for that but chose not to care for at the end of that table was a boy, golden hair and eyes and skin, exactly like her angel, except he was younger and well, he didn't have wings. He didn't look at her, he was amerced in his textbook.

Her face was pulled around by A strong force

dang, dang, dang, dangit no.

Valentine glared at her, then smirked and started leading her towards the whipping station.

Jace p.o.v.

I was, as always studying combat when I heard Valentines chair scraping the floor, I had heard glass breaking, probably from our breakfast plates but didn't care, the maid must have tripped. I looked towards Valentine now though. I saw the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, more beautiful than sunset or the Wayland manor or well anything I had seen in my lifetime. She had fiery red hair that covered her face in loose ringlets, her large eyes were an amazing emerald green and she looked so delicate and small. She was probably around my age too, but the way Valentine looked just like her, no. He grabbed her with such force it was hard to bare, I had to stand up for this girl.