Dragon ties

First encounters

Clarissa- Clary -Morgensten was just about to fall back to sleep when she remembered something. Today she was going to start training. She jumped up out of her bed and ran over to the draws pulling out her gear, stele, and first seraph blade. Her brother, Jonathan, had started training at school a year ago. It was mandatory for every Nephlim to begin proper training at the age of 8- although most, including Clary, had already been trained at home. Since she was 3, Clary had been training every day with her father, Valentine. One night he told her and Jonathan that they were special because they had more angle blood in them. Whatever that meant. The Morgenstern family were known as the most powerful and influential families in all of Idris. Keeping up that reputation was going to be difficult, and Clary knew it.

Looking in the mirror Clary's bubbly mood quickly evaporated. She was short, there was no light was of saying it. Her gear was tight on her, but was that only made her look smaller. That wasn't what got Clary down though. Her normally, fire-red frizzy hair had decided to be difficult. Sighing inwardly she braided her hair and swung it forward, over her shoulder. She pushed and poked at it until it was neat and then let it dangle by her waist side. Smiling again Clary went to leave the room.

"Clarissa! Hurry up!" Jonathan shouted from the kitchen. She could hear the irritation in his voice and decided not to answer. Their was only one word for Jonathan's feelings for Clary -embarrassment. Ignoring the urge to sarcastically shout back, she hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Morgenstern manor was more of a mansion than a house. There were around 9 bedrooms- each with an ensuite bathroom -5 offices, 2 games rooms, a library, a training room, an indoor, and outdoor pool, an onsite chapel, a large dining room and 2 kitchens. The second kitchen was mainly for if Jonathan or Clary had friends over.

When she walked into the kitchen, the smell of fresh waffles immediately penetrated her nose, and made her mouth water. She looked up and saw her mother, Jocelyn, cooking at the stove. Her auburn hair was rapped up in a messy bun and a few stray strands cascaded down her back. She was wearing her pyjama bottoms and a white tank top which rested on her hip, exaggerating her curves. Looking at Clary, everyone knew she was Jocelyn's daughter. Clary could only hope she looked like her mother when she grew up. Turning around, Jocelyn smiled down at her daughter.

"Good morning, my brave little shadow hunter. Would you like some breakfast?" She ruffled Clary's hair affectionately, before turning around and continuing her work. Clary hop-skipped over to the breakfast bar and sat opposite Jonathan. The only thing that made them noticeably siblings, was their eyes. Emerald green. Apart from that, Jonathan was a mini Valentine. White-blonde hair. Angular features. Marble white skin. They even acted the same.

"Clarissa, we need to set some ground rules." Jonathan spoke with the same convincing tone their father used. Clary knew this was coming. Whenever Jonathan's friends- Jace, Alec, Raphael and Sebastian - came over Clary got the 'stay-out-of-my-way-little-sis' talk. Honestly, she would have anyway.

"Oh really Jonathan. And what might they be?" She questioned him sarcastically. Leaning forward slightly to study his face, she began to pick at her nails. A sure sign that she was nervous.

"Whenever you finish a class, wait for me to come and pick you up to take you to the next one. I also want you to sit with me and the guys at lunch." What the hell! He wanted her to be around him at lunch?

"Who are you, and what have you done with Jonathan Morgenstern." She gaped at him open mouthed.

"I'm not trying to complement you or anything, but you are quite pretty, and i don't want anyone staring at you the wrong way." He answered quickly looking down at the floor. She could tell that he was really embarrassed at having said this, and had to stifle a giggle. Her brother, embarrassed, something really was wrong. Before she could say anything more, her mother plonked her waffles down in front of her.