You Don't know the half of It

Run, Run away

Has your mom ever told you how beautiful you look, or how smart you are? It's all a lie.

  My name is Clary Fairchild, and my father is a ghost. He disappeared when I was born, leaving me with my mother- or as I call her, Lucifer's daughter. When I was twelve, my mother started hitting me. She was drunk and didn't know what she was doing, but I still took it personal. She was a bitch then, and is still a bitch now.

  So I ran. I grabbed two outfits and my nike shoes and ran. The soles of my feet bled from running for days, but I kept going. The pain of my feet didn't even come close to the pain of abuse.

  My name is Clarissa Fairchild, and I will survive. I have survived for 6 years and will survive for many more . I am a shadow hunter and am training to become a warrior.

  I have trained for these six years, in a cave I call home. I made a target for my arrows, a beam from a fallen tree and a punching bag from stuffed animal skins. I am an okay fighter, but nothing like the others.

   Even in my cave, I hear things. Things about the Mortal Wars, new training methods and legend Shadowhunters. A name I hear the most frequently is Jace Herondale. He comes from a long line of Stunning warriors, all Herondales, Stephen and Celine, William, and more. I've heard he is the best. I've heard about his golden looks, his charms and wit and his impressive skills. He is a player and a flirt. He is 3/4 angel by blood, and some say he looks it too.

   I've chosen to leave my personal shelter and escape to Idris, tonight. I want to become as good as the people I hear about, maybe better. I will fight in the wars, make myself tougher than the rest. I already look the part.

  My fiery red hair is long and tattered, mostly kept in a high ponytail, my arms are faintly muscular and scarred, from the abuse. My legs are short and scraped from living off of noting for so long. I am considered short, at 5,4 , and very stubborn.

   Not the best traits but, oh well. I am actually-

   A huge thud and Burst of rocks cuts off my long thoughts. I look towards the human sized hole, someone's messed with my home. I wouldn't want to be that person right now!

   " Hello." A smooth and deep voice called. The person drew out a stick of light, a seraph blade lit up by an Angels name. This was obviously a shadowhunter, someone from the goddamn Clave.

   " What ever the hell you are looking for, I'm pretty sure your not gonna find!" I called back, standing up and slowly creeping forwards. The person scoffed, Sarcastic I see, and pulled out a witchlight.

   " I'm the best shadowhunter to ever live, of course I'll find what I'm looking for!" A male voice booms. This was probably one of those annoying legends I've heard about. A Lightwood I guess. The person looks tall from here, and compared to me they look huge.

  The man steps from the shadows into a ray of shimmering sunlight. I lowly gasped, my chin falling fast. He spun his seraph blade on his left pointer finger and he smirked. Oh my damn.

  " Jace Herondale, the pleasure is all yours." He introduced himself. I couldn't find words, he was breathtaking.

   " um- the Jace Herondale?" Was the only freaking thing to escape my dry lips. He chuckled, even his laughter was mesmerizing- and nodded. That damn smirk was still spread widely across his smooth face. He had ear-length golden hair and hypnotizing golden eyes. His skin was like honey. He stood about 6'1, 6'2 ish and had the largest muscles I've ever seen, decorated with scars and runes.

  " I'm here to take you to the New York Institute." He simply said, pulling me from my temporary state of shock. I blinked and grabbed for my seraph blade.

   " Oh no, sorry buddy! I'm not going anywhere!" I laughed sarcastically. This jaw set and his expression went cold.

  " Oh we'll yes, Clave's orders! No misplaced shadowhunters, especially no un-trained ones!" He said firmly. Is he trying to test me? I will kick his charming ass faster than he can even think if a remark.

   " Clave orders my ass. Speaking of asses, let me quickly kick yours and move on with my life." I stated and ripped out my blade. He scoffed again and pulled his own out. I charged at him, all of my anger being released into the air. He didn't even move, just crossed his muscular arms and looked at me. My anger flared and I ran faster, feet away from him. He finally sprang into action. One second I was looking at his Angelic face, the next my world is black.

YAY DONE!!! THIS IS MY FIRST CHAP SO DON' T JUDGE TOO HARD!! DON'T WORRY, CLARY IS NOT DEAD!!! CLACE IS BEING BORN Y'ALL!!! JUST SAYING, JACE IS MY BOOK BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Also, in this, clary is Jocelyn's daughter, but Val isn't a murderer , he just left and Sebastian isn't born. Jocelyn is just a drunk. THANKS!!!!!!!