Clary sat on the edge of her bed. She hadn't said anything or move in the last hour. She felt divided, like some piece of her had been detached and thrown across the world. A knocking on the door did nothing to wake her up out of her silent bubble. "Morning." The warm, soft voice of Luke, who she'd learned was Alpha of the New York pack. "You're up early."

She hadn't been able to sleep, instead, she just looked out the window in silence and watched as the star disappeared and the sun began to rise. "Breakfast's in the dining room if you want any."

The red-head gave a quick nod and after he'd left she slowly got up and followed. She knew that someone had been outside her door last night, guarding it and ready to burst in if there was any sign of her trying to escape. Not that if she did it would be much help. She was on a farm, she knew that but she didn't recognise the area. "Good morning." Isabelle's soft voice echoed in the dining room as she placed down some slightly burnt pancakes and orange juice. Honestly, she'd seen worse cooking.

"Morning," she mumbled taking a seat in between her and Alec. As everyone began to eat she cut up a reasonably sized piece and put it in her mouth. She immediately regretted it. In some places the pancake was brunt in others it was still raw. "Made them myself." Izzy smiled proudly as Clary tried her best to swallow.

"Yeah, we can tell." Jace chuckled at the black-haired girl's glare. She quietly ate as much as she could and then went up to clean her plate, looking at the front door as she went. As she began to clean she glanced at the runes decorating her arm, some of which she'd drawn herself.

The little girl had a gift with runes, it felt nice drawing the black twirling shapes. It felt like she was using a paintbrush. When she'd finished and turned around she felt something hit her in the chest and she clutched it, realizing it was a seraph blade.

"Come on, let's practice." Jace flicked back his golden hair and the little girl stumbled after him, the seraph blade slightly too big for her small hands. He got into position, which was practically standing up in a relaxed sort of manner, swords grasped in hand. He was about the same age as her brother, around twenty. Jace watched every move the young Morgenstern made. Every step she took, how she held her weapon, the way she flicked hair out of her face and even where all her runes were placed. Finally, she swung out and he dove to the left before attacking, hitting the side of his sword against her hip. "Gah!" She rubbed her hip and swung at him, barely missing the golden warrior.

She moved like Jonathan, he realized frowning. The swiftness in her steps, the strength in her swings and although she wasn't as good on her feet that didn't stop her from being fast and having quick reactions. "So... what did my brother do to make you hate him." She panted swinging at him though missing entirely.

"He killed people."

"Yeah, I get that," her sarcasm made him smile, "but what exactly did he do?"

"Well, he aided your father in summoning the angel Raziel and using his one wish to kill all Downworlders as we know." Clary nearly dropped her sword.

"Oh! I guess that's a good reason to hate someone." She mumbled before striking again this time she was able to cut his arm, just slightly. She gave a proud look with he returned with a cocky grin and moved so fast all she saw was a blur and soon she was on the ground. "Oof!"

"Come on, there's more to learn." He offered her his hand which she politely took not knowing if he was speaking of training or her brother's surprising past.

*Sorry this took sooo long, I've been busy with work and other things*