I was kidnapped when I was little. By my father. He kidnapped me and then raised me as a Shadowhunter. But then, a few weeks ago, he disappeared and his body was found in the woods. His men, Blackthorn and Pangborn told me that he's dead, though I haven't seen his body and I have no wish to see it anyway. They sent me off to the New York Institute, where Valentine told me that he knows a guy named Hodge and that he's going to take good care of me. When I get to New York, Magnus Bane, the high warlock of Brooklyn will be waiting for me in front of the Institute.

Before I leave the Morgenstern Mansion, the one I lived in for 16 years, I silently say goodbye. But inside, I know that as soon as I turn 18, I'll come back and live here again. Though my childhood isn't perfect and it never was.

Even though I won't admit it out loud, I'm kind of happy that Valentine is dead. In the deep part of my soul, I feel relieved. And I know that's not right, but it was Valentine who raised me, after all. He taught me how to hate. If you're raised by certain beliefs, then it's hard when all you've known turns out to be wrong. I know hate is not the answer, but I can't escape who I am.

I hear footsteps in front of me in the front yard, just as I was locking the doors. When I turn around, a familiar face greets me. Ragnor Fell, the warlock who'll send me to New York. He smiles softly, just like everybody else who thinks I'm devastated by my father's death. I've never told anyone about my true feelings, but I don't care.

His funeral was two days ago and I'm still wearing black. I haven't cried. At first, when I got the news, I did. But once it was his funeral, I cried out all my tears and was left only with this empty feeling inside. I avoid speaking to anyone else, because I don't like to talk to random strangers. It's the only time now that I was actually justified not to speak. They all blamed the grief.

I was so deep inside my thoughts that I haven't noticed Ragnor had come to my side and took my hand, gave it a light squeeze before he made the portal. The wind was getting quite stronger and before I stepped inside he said:

"Nothing's what it seems, Clarissa. Just make sure you remember that."

After a nod and a step forward, I land on my feet on the other side of the portal. It's almost dark and I see two figures in front of me. They're both smiling politely and one of them practically runs closer to hug me.

"Clarissa! It's great to see you. How are you doing? I'm Magnus Bane, at your service." He bows, but I wave him up. I don't smile, but my eyes show gratitude of some sort.

"Hi. I'm okay, I guess, but thank you for asking." I whisper. My voice is still a little hoarse from crying and my throat still hurts.

"Oh, how silly of me. This is Alec. You'll be living in the Institute together. He's the son of Maryse and Robert Lightwood, the owners of the Institute."

He says hello, but I only nod. "I think we should get inside, it's getting dark and you must be tired from the journey." I nod again and he leads me toward my new home.

The Institute.

I know it's short, but it's 1am and I'm tired you guys. I'll write more. This was a different fanfic, but I deleted other chapters and wrote this one. Please review, follow, favorite and I'll assure you that you get your fair share of Jace in all his glory in the next chapter-meaning that you'll get to see his arrogant, cocky and hilarious side. And Clary making sure he stays down to earth, always putting him in his place.