The Ivory Weapons: Hidden Soldier (Clace)

Chapter 2 Found

Everyday for the past two years has been almost exactly alike. Clary would get up, shower, put up her red hair in a bun, get dressed, eat breakfast, and then train all day with Johnathon. After training she would shower again, eat dinner, then go into her room. By the time Clary was back in her room it was 7. She would usually just sit there and draw all night until 11, which was lights out.

Sometimes without her realizing it she drew runes, but she kept it a secret. Why tell something when there was no meaning to it? Today she had a day off. Jonathan and Valentine had a errand to run. She didn't ask why, she never did. Clary observed that every month at one point she could full on lie to them. Then Valentine did special training with her and then she told them almost everything she did. Almost.

She was downstairs in the kitchen. It had a glass and steel table with food spread out on it. Clary decided she would just make herself a small lunch then smiled. No one else was home. She was very hungry. When you put two and two together you got a feast. So on the table she had a plate of chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, a salad, and a bottle of water. To top it off she grabbed a piece of cake. Occasionally, she could have things high in sugar, but not usually. All part of training Johnathon told her. In her head it went through as Blah Blah Blah. When she tried to eat a cookie, the next day, it was swacked out of her hand. Then she was lectured. So she took full advantage of the opportunity. She closed the fridge door and went to the cabinet to grab a plate as she grabbed the handle she jerked back. As soon as she touched the handle her vision went black except for a rune she guessed. It was simple, and she knew what it did. It was a rune for memory. But why did she need a rune for memory? Eager to draw the rune before it left her mind she put all the food back except the cake. Cake was an exception.

She ran down the corridor and opened her bedroom door and flung herself into her desk chair. She grabbed her pencils and set herself to drawing the rune. As she looked at the rune Clary admired her work. She never really had a mark none actually one little one wouldn't hurt right? She grinned to herself pleased to be doing something that she wanted to do. Clary was nevered allowed to use a stele, only things during training. But she knew where extras were kept. She ran out of her room across the kitchen and up the crystal clear glass steps. She went into Valentines bedroom and went to the wardrobe. She ran her hand down the side and tapped the button. The wardrobe slid away reavling stone steps into the weapons room. She ran up the stairs and searched for a stele. It took no time at all and she ran back downstairs and put the wardrobe back in place. She ran down the hallway and froze. There was rustling in the living room. Then the sound of footsteps came near the stairs. She stumbled back and flung herself into the spare room. She closed the door and hid in the bathroom. She heard the door creak open then close again. She let out a sigh and looked at the stele. The rune still fresh in her mind. She put the stele to her ankle and felt the burn on her skin. It was a little painful at first then dulled.

Suddenly she felt a rush of memories fall on her. A scruffy young man and a women with flaming hair. The women looked like Clary, then with a jolt she realized it was her mother. The man his name was Luke. Then she saw a thin boy with brown hair and nerdy glasses. It was Simon. She smiled and looked into the mirror. She saw tears running down her face. The face that looked so much like her mothers. Her happiness turned to anger. Why was she here? Why did she have memories of Johnathon. Sweet Johnathon. He helped her and was patient when she messed up in training. Then she saw a dark street and a cold amused voice saying "No one calls me cleché." She knew that cold voice. Johnathon. Those memories. Were they hers? They couldn't be. She needed to get out of there.

She slipped her sock up to cover the rune and slid her stele into it. She walked to the door and opened it up a crack to see if anyone was by the door. She didn't see anyone so she slipped through the crack and started toward the stairs. Before she reached it someone was in front of her.