Before reading this story, I would like to point out that this is playing in a complete AU (= alternate universe). This means that there will be quite a few changes to the actual story of TMI, just like there'll be certain changes in some of the relationships and past events, which I will not tell you yet or else I would spoil it for you.

The most important changes for you to know at the moment are that Clary grew up in Idris with her parents and her big brother. She grew up as a Shadowhunter and acts like one. The circle NEVER existed and there'd never been an uprising, which means that Stephen Herondale lived. Jace grew up with his parents as a Herondale - he had a good childhood which much love in it. Does that change his character? A bit, certainly. But is he still the sassy, sarcastic idiot all of us love so much? Of course!

Another change I'd like to point out now is that Stephen was also never married to Amatis Graymark - the only woman he ever married was Celine. Also, Lucian and Jocelyn's friendship didn't happen like in the books either. I love Luke, but at this point he doesn't really fit into the story, though that doesn't mean that he won't be in it. I'm just not sure right now. Either way, he and Jocelyn are not as close as they were in the books. Jocelyn is happily married to Valentine - or so it seems at least.

So, does that mean Valentine is one of the good ones? He might not have created the Circle, but that doesn't mean he might not have done other bad things. To find that out, you'll just have to read the story.

Also, if you read this story, please leave a review! It's only encouraging to continue a story if I know what readers are thinking about it. I will try to update this as often as possible, but since I probably won't have time to write on it every day, it might take at least 2 - 4 weeks for me to update. Just in case you'll wonder sometime why it could take me long to update.

If you have made it through the explanation until now - thank you! And now, here's the first chapter.


Chapter 1 » Brother & Sister
"You need to aim a little higher... Just a bit higher... Yeah. That's good. That's perfect, actually. Now try. . ."

She pulled the string of her crossbow and pointed at the target, then she let go of it and the arrow flew... Though it missed its target – the black circle inside a larger white circle – only by a few inches, she was disappointed with herself. She'd tried to hit that target a lot of times now but she just couldn't.

Still her brother smiled at her approvingly. "That was amazing. I think you're getting even better with each shot you make. You will be excellent with the bow and arrow in the end, you'll see."

Clarissa Morgenstern just shook her head doubtfully. "I'm not sure," she confessed to Jonathan. "I think I like fighting with Seraph Blades a lot more."

Jonathan just laughed before nodding his head at her, now seeming almost proud of her. "That's my little sister. Of course you like fighting with Angel blades best. I wouldn't have expected anything different from you."

She grinned, looking up to her brother for a moment. Jonathan stood right behind her, his hands rested lightly on her waist. That didn't feel weird at all – they'd always touch while training, he'd show her how to hold a blade right in her hand, how to point a crossbow the right way at its target, trying to show her the exact movements so she would do it right.

They'd been training together ever since they were children. At first it had been their father who trained them; now, though, it was just Clarissa and Jonathan, training together. They were a perfect match of warriors, knowing each other's fighting technique almost as good as their own. Jonathan, who was just over a year older than her, was a bit stronger, a bit better at certain things than Clarissa. Though she moved as graceful and swift as a cat, while he fought with raw and vicious strength.

Clarissa loved spending time with her brother. In fact, he was not just her older brother – he felt like even more to her. He felt like he was her best friend. If it'd be possible to become Parabatai with relatives, Clary would have chosen Jonathan to be her Parabatai in a heartbeat.

Jonathan and Clarissa – who was called Clary by most people, since that was the nickname her mother had used for her since she'd been a little girl – had grown up in Idris with their parents, Valentine and Jocelyn. They lived in the old Fairchild manor house, the one Jocelyn had inherited from her parents after their death. Clary had never met her grandparents – they'd died even before Jonathan had been born, sometime when Jocelyn had been very young. Her mother barely talked about them, nor about her teenage years. Clary always figured that it just hurt too much, thinking about how she'd lost her parents at such a young age.

Clary had never been to anywhere else but Idris. She had grown up here, she'd lived in the home country of the Shadowhunters for over sixteen years now. She was still going to school and she would graduate in a little more than a year. What would happen after that, though, she wasn't sure about yet. Maybe she'd stay with her family in Idris a little longer. But perhaps she would travel the world, would go to one of the big cities like New York, London, Paris or Beijing, to one of the Institutes that were there. Clary had always been fascinated by traveling. She wanted to see the world, wanted to see different places.

She loved Idris, but Clary often felt like she needed to be somewhere else in the world. Like maybe she would find another home somewhere else out there. It wasn't a thought she shared with her family, though, not even with Jonathan. And most of the time Jonathan was the one Clary could tell everything to. He was the person she trusted the most. The person she loved the most in this world.

Still, she had secrets hidden even from him.

"So..." he said, his lips close to her ear, so she felt his breath brush her skin, when he reached around her to take the bow from her. "You wanna train some more with the blades, then?"

"Nah," she said, shaking her head. "There's still this assignment for school I have to work on. I need to get it done until the day after tomorrow and I think I'll better get started or I might never will." She grinned at her brother, who grinned back. "I could help you, if you want."

Jonathan always offered to help her – with everything. They spent a lot of time together, though sometimes Clary just liked to be alone. Sometimes she just wanted to be by herself and draw a little. That was one of her greatest talents, except for fighting, of course. Clary loved to get lost inside her own head, inside an imaginary world she'd build for herself and draw pictures about it. It seemed strange, still having so much imagination when one lived in a world in which Shadowhunters – beings of immense power, half angel, half human – demons and creatures like vampires, werewolves, fairies and warlocks existed. Though Clary loved creating her own stories, dreaming about an enchanted prince looking for her somewhere, about true love. . .

"Clary? Have you heard me?"

That happened a lot. Sometimes Clary would get lost inside her head, inside her thoughts and then she wouldn't even realize when people were talking to her. She looked up to her brother, blinking. "Sorry. I was just... thinking." she confessed, grinning sheepishly. "But no, you don't need to help me. I can get this done by myself."

Jonathan smiled at her, though for a moment there seemed something else in his eyes, something Clary couldn't quite make out. Before she could take a better look at her brother's expression, though, he seemed to have recovered himself. Maybe he'd just been disappointed that she didn't want his help. Jonathan didn't like it when Clary rejected him, she knew as much, but he didn't need to be there for her all the time.

"You've been lost inside your own world again, huh?"

"Well. Yeah. I guess."

Still smiling, Jonathan came over to her. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned closer to her, kissing the top of her head lightly. "You need to stay inside this world, Clary. This world is way too worse to be so careless and just disappear inside one's imagination. Someone could just steal you away from me and you would only notice when it is too late because you'd been too busy dreaming."

Laughing, Clary broke away from her brother. "Before that could happen, I'd wake up soon enough to kick them in the balls."

Now he was laughing, too, a melodic sound Clary always associated with feeling safe. With good memories. "I'm sure my little sister is quite capable of kicking someone in their balls."

They went up into the living room. "Mum and Dad aren't back from the meeting yet." Clary said, looking around the empty living room for their parents who obviously weren't at home.

They'd been called in for an immediate meeting with the Council an hour ago. Valentine and Jocelyn didn't have any idea what this could be about.

"So... you're gonna work on your assignment at home?" Jonathan asked her. "I could fetch us something for dinner... Who knows how much longer Mum and Dad will be away..."

"I'm not that hungry, really." Clary said. "I will just take my stuff and go for a walk. I'll work on my assignment at the lake or in the park. See you later, okay?"

For a moment Clary thought her brother would disagree, that he would tell her not to go out or at least take him with her – he sometimes did that. He was too protective over her. Clary had told him that he didn't need to worry so much about her.

He looked at her in a strange kind of way, before composing himself again and smiling. "Sure. See you later."

Clary smiled at her brother and before she went out, she kissed him lightly on the cheek. Than she grabbed her bagpack and turned to leave.

Since she had her back turned to him once she walked towards the door, Clary couldn't see Jonathan's fist clench and unclench while watching her walk out. Like he could barely stop himself to go after her, to stop her from going away from him.