Prolouge

Rain poured down onto the streets of Brooklyn. Joclyn held three year old Clary close within her dark cloak. She was approaching the house her solution lived in. Clary began to stir in her arms, the sleeping fune was begining to wear off. Joclyn stopped and turned to his door. She put down Clary, and rang the doorbell. Clary still sleepy-eyed looked up in cofusion at her mother's worried expression.

Please be here, Joclyn thought right before the door opened to a sleepy warlock.

"Joyclyn what are you..." Magnus looked down at Clary who was tugging on her mother's cloak.

"Come in. It's freezing out here," Magnus said as he opened the door wider for Clary and Joclyn. Joclyn earged Clary inside behind Magnus. She sat down on the leather couch with Clary in her lap.

"Your next oppontment isn't until next year. What are you doing here?"

"I need help, Magnus," Joclyn said.

"What kind of help?" Magnus asked curiously.

"I need you to take Clary and bond your blood with her," regret laced Joclyn's voice.

"Why?" Magnus asked sternly.

"Some ones after me, us."

"Do you know what could happen?" Mangus asked warningly.

"Of course, but there's no other way to insure Clary's safety. Please Magnus for Clary" Joclyn pleaded.

"Are you sure there's no other way?"

"Positive," Joclyn said as stright forward as she could.

"Alright, let's get started,"

"Clary come here," Joclyn called to Calry who was playing with chairman meow.

Magnus walked over to where Joclyn and Clary were. He smiled sweetly at Clary.

"This won't hurt alot a promise," Magnus spoke kindly.

Magnus conjured a sharp blade and ran it over his palm wincing in pain as the cold metal ran across his warm flesh. He smiled at Clary as Joclyn took her tiny hand and moved it infront of Magnus. When the metal ran across her own palm tears prickled her green eyes. Magnus took her bloody had in his and enlaced their fingers. Clary was curious to what he was doing, then he began chanting. Blue sparks ran across both hands in a show of light. Mangus' words were like a lullaby to Clary who soon fell asleep.

When Clary awoke her eyes flashed the same golden cat-eyes Magnus had then faded back to green. She searched the room and found a cloaked woman she did not recgnize.

"Magnus who's she?" Clary asked lifting a finger to Joclyn, who turned in tears.

"A friend who is leaving," replied Magnus.

"It's late you need to go to bed," Magnus spoke like an adult which looked strange in his 19 year old form.

"Ok," with that Calry bounded to what used to be a spare room.

"I'll bring her stuff by later," Joclyn said.

"I hope you know what your doing Joclyn."

"Me too Magnus, me too"