Hi! My name is Wisterian Princess. First thing you should know is that this story is loosely based off on the story "Heart by Heart". The second thing you should know is that 'Heart by Heart' is by me, so yeah, don't worry about that :) If you liked 'Heart by Heart', you might like this one!
So the basic story here is that Clary died in Jace's arms- or so he thought. Someone fake killed her or their own reasons, and eased her memories, then replaced them with new ones. So basically, her whole life is one big fat lie. There's also a disguise rune, but she thinks that's a tattoo- because her whole family has them, too, as well as her boyfriend and his family (TWIST!).
Anyway, I hope you'll like this story! Enjoy!
"Clary!" Jace called her name as he looked through the building for her. The other Shadowhunters were here now and all that was on Jace's mind was if Clary was alright. "Clary!"
Jace looked into another room, seeing blood on the floor. He walked in and saw Clary, lying in a pool of her own blood, a wound on her chest.
He dropped to her side. "Clary? Clary, can you hear me?"
Clary eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him. "... Jace?" Her voice was soft, weak.
Jace pulled a stele out of his pocket and drew an iratze on her arm. Nothing happened. "Why isn't it working?" he said, mostly to himself.
"... Jace," Clary took hold of his hand. "... I love you." Her eyes froze open and her hand dropped.
"No." Jace grabbed her hand. "Clary, stay with me!" But it was too late. Clary was dead.
The voices around Clary were very faint, but she could hear them. She had no idea where she was- she'd thought she was dead. Was it possible she survived?
"This is going to take time," said a voice Clary didn't recognize.
"Well, hurry up," another snapped. "I want her to remember nothing of her previous life."
"And that's going to take a while," the other voice persisted. "What kinds of things do you want her to remember?"
"I want her to remember the others- a life with them. She will have a place in a new family and a brand new life. She will no longer be Clary Morgenstern, but born someone new."
"... No," Clary muttered. She was very weak.
"Put her back down!"
"I can't until I start. What do you want her name to be?"
"... Skylar Ravenwalker."
And that was the last thing Clary heard before she blacked out again.
Three Years Later...
Skylar gasped as she woke up. Her phone was ringing. She took it carelessly off the nightstand and answered it without checking the caller ID. "... Hello?"
"Wow, you sound awful," said a familiar voice.
"... Brooke?" Brooke was Skylar's older sister. She was also her best friend, and parabatai.
"Morning, sunshine," she chuckled. "Did I wake you, or do you have a hangover?"
Skylar scoffed. "Brooke, you know I don't drink."
"Well, then I woke you. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it." Skylar sat up and moved her messy hair out of her face. "What's up?"
"Well," she began. "I talked to Maryse, and guess what?"
Skylar furrowed her brow, trying to remember who Maryse was. "Who's Maryse?"
"Maryse Lightwood, she's the mom and she runs the Manhattan Institute."
"Right," Skylar nodded. "What?"
"I said she's from the Manhattan Institute."
"No, I meant what did she say? You said 'guess what she said' so..."
"Oh, right." You could hear the smile in Brooke's voice.
"She said you could come and stay with us, Sky. Like, in Manhattan!"
Skylar blinked, surprised. "What?"
"Isn't it great?!" she exploded
Skyler was dumbfounded. "But... I can't." She threw the covers off herself and went to her bathroom.
"Why the hell not?"
"Well... I can't just drop everything and leave. I mean..." She looked at herself in the mirror and jumped. She'd thought she'd seen someone else for a second there.
Skylar pursed her lips. That was the main reason.
"Adrian will understand," Brooke reasoned. "And this is a great opportunity, Sky! Don't pass it up just for some boy."
Skylar's shoulders dropped and she walked back into her room. "He isn't just some boy, Brooke. We've been dating for four years!"
"Whatever." You could practically hear Brooke roll her eyes. "Skylar, I know you want to. You can hear it in your voice. And you're nineteen now, so you can make your own decisions. Plus, I really want you here. I can't stand to be away from my parabatai anymore."
Skylar sighed. She didn't want to be away from Brooke anymore, either, and she really did want to go. She'd never been to New York before. "... Maybe it wouldn't hurt to leave California for a while..."
"Yes! You won't regret this, I promise."
Skyler giggled. "Okay, bye Brooke."
"See ya, sis."
Skylar hung up and tossed her phone onto her bed. She went back into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face to help wake herself up. She dried it off, then looked in the mirror again and stared at her reflection.
Her hair was long, straight, and honey colored, her skin was tanned from the Californian sun, and her eyes were hazel.
She stared at herself for a long time before going to get ready.
"Who're you texting?" asked Isabelle.
"No one." Alec looked up from his phone.
"No phones at the table," said Maryse.
Alec sighed and put his phone away.
"Let me guess..." said Isabelle. "Magnus Bane."
"Shut up," Alec glared at her and she giggled.
"It's not like you don't text Simon all the time."
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Fair point. You win."
Brooke walked into the room with a big smile on her face.
"How'd it go?" asked Jace. He looked happy, Isabelle noticed. She was really glad he had finally been able to get over Clary after what happened.
"She agreed." Brooke looked ecstatic as she sat next to Jace.
"That's great," Maryse smiled. "I'm very glad she said yes."
"I can't imagine being away from your parabatai for a full year," said Alec.
"It's hard," Brooke had obviously grabbed Jace's hand under the table. She smiled. "I'm really happy. Thank you so much, Maryse."
"Of course," Maryse smiled.
Brooke had something about her that just made people feel better. Maryse had lightened up a ton since she'd come and Jace had his broken heart healed- mostly. Him and Brooke had been dating for about nine months now.
"What her name again?" Isabelle asked.
Brooke took a bite of pancake. "Skylar. She's nice, don't worry."
"Well, I'm looking forward to meeting her."
Skylar wandered down the stairs into the kitchen.
"Heeey," said Thea, looking up from the table.
"Hey, Thea," Skylar sat down at the table and grabbed the box of cheerios. "What are you doing here?"
Thea scoffed. "I'm always here."
Thea and Skylar were the only people at the table, but there was an abandoned cereal bowl that looked like it belonged to Aaron.
"Aaron and Adrian went surfing," Thea jerked her chin in the direction of the sliding glass door at the back of the kitchen.
Skylar glanced at it. Their houses were right next door to each other- the Foxwrights and Ravenwalkers- and both on the beachfront. "Surfing?"
Thea frowned. "You know they surf."
"Yeah, but that doesn't make it smart."
Thea laughed. "Good point. I tried surfing once. Not fun."
"Yeah, me too." Skylar looked back at Thea, then ate a bite of her cereal.
Thea was Adrian's fifteen year old sister. It was startling how much she looked like her brother. Thea was a head shorter than Skylar, with long, straight black hair and gray eyes. One thing about Thea that was specific was she looked younger than she was- which wasn't the case with Adrian. Especially not with Adrian- who looked twenty or twenty one, but he was nineteen.
"I'm going to change," said Thea, standing up. "I'm going swimming. You coming?"
"Yeah," Skylar stood up. "But clear your place. You've picked up a bad habit from my brother."
Thea rolled her eyes and cleared her cereal bowl.
Skylar opened the sliding glass door and touched the sand with her barefoot. It was warm- heated from the sun.
She stepped into the light and shut her eyes, feeling the sun on her skin where it was exposed- her shoulders, her stomach, her legs, her face...
She looked out at the water where her brother and boyfriend were surfing. She could hear them whooping from there. She giggled.
She looked down at herself. She was wearing a white bikini top and shorts- a look that showed off her tanned stomach and belly button ring- which she'd gotten pierced for her eighteenth birthday with Brooke.
One of the boys was walking onto shore, surfboard under arm. Adrian.
Skylar smiled and walked across the beach to him. When she reached him, he dropped his board in the sand, wrapped his arms around her, and he spun her around.
She made a sound of surprise and he laughed. He set her down and kissed her. "Morning," he mumbled against her lips.
"Morning," she smiled.
He touched his nose to hers. "Come to surf?"
"No way in hell."
He chuckled. His black hair that hung in front of his eyes was now sticking to his forehead and the bridge of his nose. Skylar noticed his silver nose ring seemed especially noticeable against his golden-bronze skin. "Come to see me shirtless, then?"
"Pretty much," she giggled.
Adrian released her and picked up his now sandy surfboard. "I'll be back in a minute." He gave her another quick peck on the lips before heading back to his house.
"Bleh," said Thea, walking over in her blue one piece- the shade was particularly complimenting to her skin tone. "Couples," she looked back at the water where Aaron was walking out of the water with his surfboard. "I wish your brother would ask me out."
Skylar glanced at her. "He's six years older than you."
Thea shrugged. "He's still hot."
Aaron made his way over to the two. "Hey," she smiled.
"Hi," Thea said flirtatiously.
Skylar rolled her eyes. "Go clean up your cereal bowl," she said sternly. "You're setting a bad example."
Aaron chuckled. "Whatever you say, little sister." He went back toward the house behind her.
"OMG, his abs," said Thea, looking after him.
Skylar rolled her eyes. Thea had had a hopeless crush on Aaron since she was eleven.
"Skylar! Phone!" Aaron called from the house.
Skylar turned around and walked back.
Two Weeks Later...
"Call me," said Adrian.
"I will," said Skylar as she kissed him. Skylar was all packed and ready to leave for New York. Brooke had reminded her to bring slightly warmer clothes. New York was no beach; it was a lot colder in Manhattan than in Redondo Beach. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
Skylar released him with some difficulty. She moved to her mother, Elena, and embraced her.
"I'll see you really soon, Sky, okay?" Skylar could hear that her mother was crying.
"Yeah. I'll visit soon." She pulled away and wiped the tear from her mother's face.
She wrapped her arms around Stan next. "I'll see ya, Dad."
"Don't get into too much trouble," he joked.
"I won't," she pulled away.
"Ready?" asked Edwin Tron, her family's trusted warlock friend.
Skylar nodded and picked up her bags.
Edwin aimed his hands at his wall and a portal opened. "Whenever you're ready."
Skylar took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then stepped through.
When she opened them again, she was in a completely different scene. She was in a courtyard, and the building before her was beautiful. Standing only a few feet away was her sister, Brooke, and four strangers.
Skylar dropped her bags and ran to her sister.
"Oh my god, you're here!" Brooke exclaimed.
"Oh, I missed you," she smiled. She felt relief inside- relief from her now satisfied connection she had to her parabatai. They'd been separated for too long.
Brooke pulled away and looked at her, grinning madly. "You're so tan!"
"You're so pale!" The two laughed.
Finally, Skylar looked at the strangers. There two women and two men. Everyone had black hair but one- a very attractive boy with blonde hair- who was staring at her. This must be Jace- Brooke's boyfriend.
Brooke had talked about him non-stop since they started dating nine months ago. She'd gone on and on about how attractive he was, and how he had a slightly sexy, cocky personality.
"Everyone, this is Sky," said Brooke. "Sky, this is everyone. Maryse, Isabelle, Alec and Jace," she gestured to each of them as she spoke.
All of them were staring at her. Skylar smiled nervously. "It's nice to meet you." They were still staring. It was making her uncomfortable.
Finally, the eldest woman snapped out of it and smiled a friendly smile. "Hi, I'm Maryse Lightwood. Welcome to Manhattan."
Skylar mentally breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks. I'm Skylar Ravenwalker."
The other girl snapped out of her trance, too. "It's nice to meet you, Skylar. Brooke has told us a lot about you."
"Good things, I hope," she said nervously. She noticed- though the two women were acting friendly, there was something else there in their eyes. Skylar couldn't place it.
"Please," said Maryse, gesturing to the beautiful building. "Come in."
What did you think? This is sort of like a Pilot, BTW, so I haven't written more than this, but I'm gonna- ASAP.
Thanks, and I can't wait to hear for you all! :)