Woah, I did not keep my promise. So, so sorry this took so long... again!

Jonathan had been sitting in his armchair, nearly taken over by the book he was reading of Lucifers war on heaven. He lifted his head to the sound of grunt and recognised it as Clary's young voice. Running out of his chair he rushed into her bedroom, where all her art stuff had been packed neatly on her desk a few drawing laid spread around the room, her bed was perfectly made and the window she tried to escaped from last time was closed. He continued to run into the study, kitchen and back into the main living room/dining room. "Clary!" He heard his own voice echo throughout the empty apartment, but the light sound of her grunting continued from... outside! He went to grab his coat, seeing his sister's coat was missing. Moving to the umbrella stand where he kept a spare dagger he swore as he saw it gone. "I knew it!" He cursed as he shrugged the coat on and fiddled with the door, pushing it with enough force to make the doors slam open. "I'm such an idiot not keeping an eye on her-" He stopped suddenly, and was a little surprised at what he saw.

There was Clary, in the black gear he had bought for her that fitted perfectly, his blade, decorated with runes in her hands as she slashed it at an imaginary force. She grunted as she sliced the air nearly falling over in the process. A smile tickled at Jonathan's lips. She seemed to finally sense him watching her for she looked up, a half-surprised expression on her face as she stumbled through the thick snow toward him, her face flushed with red. Whether it was from the exercise or from embarrassment, he couldn't tell. "Jonathan, I didn't see you there." She panted, snow decorated her red hair that glowed against the white snowy background behind her.

"Don't let me stop you." He grinned at her, willing to see more of her 'fighting skills'. Even though they were pretty terrible it made him feel... warm inside and that was a feeling he hardly felt ever. It was as if all the troubles from his past and what had happened yesterday just; melted away. "Actually, I was wondering if you could um... teach me. By the amused look on your face, I'm obviously not doing that great." He smiled again at this small girl that made him feel more alive than he'd ever been.

"Well for starters let's work on your stability."

"Stability?" He grabbed what she recognised as a stele. Nearly absent mindfully she flinched as it lit up in his hand. Jonathan noticed this and he softly grabbed her hand before she could slip it out of his grasp. "It's okay." He soothed the little girl, worry shone through her emerald eyes and into his. He began to draw on her shoulder, the familiar shape of the rune formed with a slight burning smell, making Clary wince. "What is it?" She tried to get a good look at the new rune on her arm, that was completely different from the other two she had.

"Surefooted rune."

"Where this been all my life." She laughed, looking up at Jonathan only to see he didn't get the joke. "You know because I - Oh, nevermind." She sighed, holding the dagger for Jonathan he took it smiling.

"I'll be right back." She watched him walk away and then return shortly with to swords covered in runes. "Here." He handed one of the long heavy blades to Clary. Normally her mum wouldn't let her near the kitchen knife and defiantly not a sword. She tried to get rid of the thoughts of her mum and tried to concentrate after all her world was changing she might as well change will it. The eight-year-old held to sword awkwardly not knowing what to really do with it. "Hold your arms close to your body, it'll help you change direction quickly." Clary blushed as she felt his hand on her arms, moving them into a comfortable position.

He himself went into the same position before quickly slashing forward, leaving Clary with not much time to react. As she tried to block the attack the loud clanging of metal as the two swords collided rang out through the empty snow lands. "Oh my God!" Clary breathed quickly at the rush of adrenaline that'd just kicked in. The rune that was still warm on her arm was defiantly working. It was as if she had strings attached her and someone pulling them, preventing her from stumbling. Jonathan scoffed slightly, feeling the unforgiving cold of the winter air fill his lungs. "The idea is to find your opponents weakness and use it against them." As he said that, the orange-haired man crouched, put his sword between her legs and using the side of it he was able to knock her feet out from underneath her, making Clary tumble clumsily to the ground. "Oof!" She grunted as she fell on the surprisingly hard ground, despite the layer of snow that covered it.

"What's your weakness?" She took the hand he offered her and pulled the young girl back onto her feet.

"Nice try, but you're gonna have to find that out for yourself," He chuckled before getting back into position. "again!"

 Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

I can't promise the next one to come soon, for school is beginning again and I have other commitments outside of WattPad.