The Other Fairchild ⤖ Alec Lightwood

[1] Pandemonium

Important author's note: The story needs to be edited and I will start doing so soon. I will put a number in the chapter name if it's edited. I apologize as there are some mistakes in the first couple chapters as I was in a different mindset when I started but it gets better. 

Flames, that was all the little girl felt as she stood in front of the place she called home with her mother. She clung tightly to her mother's leg as her mother let out a cry.

"JJ?" The two year old girl asked with big eyes.

The now grown girl stirred in her sleep as she scene before her eyes changed. She was now older, around 4, walking around their new home in New York. She now had a younger sister who almost made the little girl forget about her brother. Jocelyn Fairchild was out in the balcony, painting, as she usually did meanwhile her daughters were playing together.

"Cookie." The younger girl pointed at the counter as both of them were too short to reach it.

Seeing the look on her sister's face, Myrcella reached out and found the jar floating towards her. Hearing Clary clap and giggle, Jocelyn stuck her head in to see what they were doing only to see her older daughter doing magic.

"Myrcella!" She rushed in and put the jar back. "Honey, we talked about this. No magic." Jocelyn leaned down and reminded her daughter.

She always knew that Myrcella was different, not knowing what Valentine had done to her, she guessed she wasn't a pure Shadowhunter. The older woman realized there was no way of keeping her daughters away from the Shadow World, at least one of them. Even if she hid Clary away from that, she had no information on how to raise a warlock, if that's what Myrcella was. It had started after the fire and Jocelyn only hoped it would stop, much to her dismay Myrcella seemed to get stronger every day.

Myrcella felt like her body was on fire now, as beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. She mumbled something in her sleep with harsh breaths as her dream changed place once again. She was at a park, running around with her sister as their mother sat on a bench, watching them from afar. The girl heard a small giggling and tried to find the source of the voice. Stumbling upon a pixie, their eyes grew wide with curiosity. Before they could inspect any further, their mother had come running and grabbed both of their hands.

"I'm sorry mommy. I didn't do anything." Myrcella mumbled as their mother picked Clary up and kept walking with Myrcella by her side.

Jocelyn didn't reply to her daughter as she was trying to remember where to go. She had searched him up, just in case she needed a warlock's help. Jocelyn knocked on the door three times after reaching a wide set of doors.

"Jocelyn Fairchild." A tall, lean figure with dark black hair and slanted eyes opened the door to greet them. A tall, beautiful, wavy brown haired woman joined him at the door to see who it was.