The Mortal Instruments: The City of Dust

Chapter 1: Clarry Fairchild

 Disclaimer, I do not own The Mortal Instruments, that is under the ownership of Cassandra Clare.

  Clary awoke, sweat dabbed across her forehead, her sketchpad below damp with fresh drool. She stared blankly at the wall, the sun from her window creating odd shadows that seemed to dance with the hum of the Castle. A knock sounded on the door, she rose cautiously to answer it. Quickly glancing at the clock while shuffling her feet in avoidance of the cold stones below, four p.m. 

  Dammit. She thought, her several late nights finally caught up with her.

  "Coming." She called, her arms stinging from what seemed to be fresh Runes she must have etched into her skin half-asleep, "Teegan." She screeched as the tall boy entered her room, intimidating her moderate size of 5'7"-ish.

  Teegan Aldertree, brother to Reese Aldertree and Raegan Aldertree.

  She couldn't remember a time when she didn't live with the Aldertrees. Prior to her birth, Clary's mother belonged to a secret society within the Nephilim known as The Circle. The group roamed throughout the regions, lead by a man named Valentine, Clary's father. Valentine himself hated The Clave, and he fought hard to change their ways. Within weeks he grew dark, even succeeded in breaking into the Clave during the signing of the Accords, causing a massacre. It became very evident to Clary's mother that this was no life worth leading, and Valentine would only grow darker. So luckily, her mother and her sort-of step-father, Luke, were there to stop, or at least momentarily pause the madness. Luke loved Clary's mother, Jocelyn, but she was to humble to see it. Even after his whole plan was destroyed, Valentine swore vengeance. So he staged the death of himself, by not only killing his only son, but also his inlaws. And ever since Clary has lived with the Aldertrees, in an old castle on the Manhattan coast. Just her and her younger half-brother, Ronan. Jocelyn had remarried a mundane when Clarry was two, and gave birth to a little brunnette boy. The marraige didn't last long, and neither did the father of Ronan, he ran off with a fairy, leaving behind his only son. As for her mother and Luke, they so far have managed to live happily, as friends, with Luke's pack in China Town, under heavy glamour.

  "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked sarcastically.

  Teegan being the oldest of all of the Aldertree Children, was also most arrogant, with his shoulder length black hair and pale skin. He gave off that stereotypical goth vibe, the one might see in an old film. His character filled with mischief and portions of time where he seems to have dropped off the face of the Earth.

  "I'm looking for Ronan." He replied, scanning his eyes over her entire room.

  "No Ronan here. Did you check his room?" She replied, with a slight raise of her eyebrows.

  The rolling of his eyes and a snort was Teegan's only reply, before he pivoted and left.

  "Great to see you too." She mumbled under her sweet tasting morning breath. And like that she began hopping towards the bathroom.

  With a flick of her wrist, she flung the white bathroom door open, starting the shower and removing her extra large gray T-shirt.

  "Ahem."  

  "In the name of The Angel!" Clary shrieked covering herself up with the thin cotton fabric, "Ronan get out of my room!"

  "Sheesh!" The twelve year old shouted slamming the door behind him.

  Clary hopped in the shower, letting the hot water wash away dried blood on her neck from a run in with a Forsaken last night.

  "Clary!" Reese's voice was quiet over the rustle of the water even though she was just outside the bathroom door.