<Y/n's Pov>
New York Institute, Upper East side Manhattan
Tuesday, 01:23 p.m
Jace opened a rather large wooden door, its edges smoothed with time and the touch of a thousand hands and led me inside. My eyes immediately went to the walls around me, everywhere were stacks and stacks of book cases, what looked like millions of books, my eyes lit up.
"I can see you like to read." Cracked a voice and my head turned to see another man, he wore a gray suit and dark tie. His hair a light shade of silver which reflected in the light coming from the large windows behind him which lit up the whole library.
"I can tell by the look on your face when you come into the room. My name is Hodge." He added, standing and Jace stopped walking so I nearly bumped into him but I stopped at that last second.
"Y/n, nice to meet you." I said politely, Clary had mentioned earlier that Hodge could explain how my parents were tied into the whole thing called the 'shadow world' . I just hoped she was right.
"Yes, Y/n Cartwright." it still felt odd hearing my last name, it had been redundant for so many years, "you look just like your mother." Hodge said and my eyebrows drew together.
"You knew them?" My voice came off more hostile than I meant it to but Hodge seemed unaffected.
"Yes, they were part of the Circle, two of Valentine's most trusted friends." He said, as if it would explain everything, Jace seems to catch on my look of confusion.
"Valentine is one of the most dangerous shadowhunters who ever lived, he led a small group of friends, young shadow hunters, including Clary's mother, my father and Isabelle and Alec's parents. All in an attempt to rid the world of Downworlders." Jace explained, I remember Clary explained about downworlders: warlocks, werewolves vampires and the fae.
"That's barbaric." I said and Hodge looked to his feet, "but if that all happened, what's it got to do with me? My parents are dead, I don't get it." I confessed and Jace moved further into the room and sat in an armchair beside Hodge's desk but I remained rigid and continued to stand.
"Well when Valentine eventually fell, most of his followers were killed or surrendered to the Clave, your parents were exiled and lived like mundanes- humans. They were never to return to Shadow hunter life, ever." Hodge explained and I thought back to my parents, which is not something I did often.
I thought of my mothers warm smile which I could still picture, her eyes the color of forget-me-nots, like mine. I remembered my father's laughter and how he hoisted me over his head to sit on his shoulders, the way his shoulders shook as he let out a chorus of laughter at something my mother had said.
"We have reason to believe your parents' death... the crash wasn't an accident. That valentine had something to do with it. I-" Hodge's word rang in my ears and I saw it.
I was lying in the backseat, showered in broken glass, my hand seeping red and trickling down my forehead Mamma-
"Stop it." I cut him off and he was quiet. I could feel Jace's gaze drilling into my head but my gaze remained fixed on Hodge, "please I don't want to hear any more." I said and he nodded.
"Why am I here?" I asked softly, afraid that if I were too loud I may break right in front of them both, there was a sharp, piercing feeling in my chest. As if a needle were about to shoot through my rib cage.
"The clave interrogated a Circle member, a man still loyal to Valentine and he said he was in the city looking for the Cartwright's daughter. For some reason Valentine is looking for you Y/n. Clary, Alec, Izzy and I came to find you, to bring you here, to keep you safe. So we could protect you." Jace explained and I just listened, nodded but didn't respond.
"Are you alright Y/n?" Hodge asked, his voice kind and considerate, I let out a breathy chuckle.
"No- I err- I just..." I exhaled slowly and turned away from the two, "I just need a minute." But there was a knock at the door and I watched as the large doors opened and a figure slipped into the library.
He was wearing a purple blazer jacket and dark trousers, as he walked closer I saw his regular waist coat and chain gleaming in the sunlight. Magnus.
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independent. | Jace Wayland
Fanfiction7 year old Y/n Cartwright didn't know why her parents had thick dark tattoos or why they lived in the middle of nowhere and she didn't question it... They died before she could. Years later, after living a solitry life in Newyork city, she returns...
