The first thought that popped into Clary's mind when she woke up was, that she wanted to know what the surprise was that her mother wanted to tell her. She hated surprises and her mother knew that. Clary got out of bed and began to get ready; washing her face, coming through her thick red hair and got dressed, she wore black leggings and one of Simons bad t-shirts that he forgot at her house, he never cared if she wore his t-shirts or not, and she liked them. So whenever he forgot them, she wore them. She went into the living room to greet her mother good morning. She was bent over the oven making what looked to be like pancakes.
"Good morning." She said. Her mother turned around to face Clary.
"Oh, good morning darling. Had a good sleep?"
"Ya. Sure. But I don't care about my sleep right now mom..." Clary's voice trailed off waiting for her mother to respond.
"Oh, then what do you care about?" Jocelyn could feel the question coming on.
"The surprise, what is it?" Clary asked. Her mother turned back around with a plate in hand. It had two golden brown pancakes on it and maple syrup. She set the plate down in front of Clary and backed up.
"I'll go get part of it." Her mother spun around on her heels and stalked off into her bedroom.
What does she mean? Part of it? Clary thought to herself. A few moments later her mother returned with a long thin white box with a green bow on it.
"Before you open that up you should know the story behind it." Clary just nodded her head.
"There is a country that you can't see on a regular map called Idris, its shadowhunter country. I have a map in my bedroom that has Idris on it, I can show it to you later. But aside from that, every year in Idris there's a ball. It's very fancy; shadowhunter from all around the world gets dressed up and go to it. This year, since well, now that you know you're a shadowhunter I thought you might like to go." Clary thought about the question for a moment. She had never been to a ball, the closest thing to something like that she's been to is a crappie school dance.
"Ya, I guess." She answered back to her mother's question. A wide smile appeared on her face.
"Well then, you'll need a dress." Her mother set the box on the table. Clary looked from the box, to her mother, and back again. She quickly opened the box and held up the content that was inside it. It was a dress, a very beautiful one too. It was a dark forest green. The dress was a soft and silky fabric that she had never seen before. It was cinched at the waste. The top part of the dress was covered in small silver gems that made it sparkle. The bottom part of her dress reached to about an inch past her ankles. There was a slit in the fabric that went up to her mid-thigh showing most of her right leg.
"It- it's beautiful." Clary exclaimed. The dress really was, there was no denying that. Clary looked up from the dress to her mother.
"When's the ball?"
"Exactly a week from now."
"Oh, wow, that's soon. How long will we stay there for?"
"Only a few days. The first day we get there I'll show you around. The second day is when the ball is and then the third day we leave. Is that okay with you?" Clary gently set down the dress back into the box.
"Ya, it's fine." Clary looked down at her plate of food and back to her mother.
"Mom?"
"Yes Clary?" Her mother looked a bit worried, as if she knew the question was coming.
"If I'm going to be in shadowhunter country, shouldn't I be a shadowhunter?" Her mother's look changed to confused.
"But you are a shadowhunter dear."
"No mom, I mean like really be a shadowhunter, I want you to train me. Can you?" Her mother let out a long breath.
"I knew this question was coming." Her mother let on no further.
"So, can you?" She was starting to get inpatient. Her mother was staring at the table when Clary was speaking to her, but now she moved her gaze right on Clary.
"Yes, I will train you."