Clary was only 6 when it happened. She was sitting in her bed her father reading her a bed time story. She was giggling softly as her daddy made his voice sound like a old women. Her father smiled. "Go to sleep now darling ill finish it tomorrow" He spoke and Clary laughed and shook her head telling her daddy she didnt want to sleep that she wanted a glass of milk and if her and her daddy could go get a glass. Her father laughed but agreed. Clary's mother looked back at the two and just laughed and put her hand on her ever growing stomach. Clary walked beside her dad and smiled as she was handed a glass. But then. A smash. Her mother screaming. Her father yelling at her to go hide. Hide under the cabnet. Clary did as she was told and watched though the hole in the door as the man. With a strange symbol yelled something to his men.
"GET THEM BOTH LEAVE NO ONE ALIVE OR THE DARK LORD WILL HAVE OUR HEADS" The man screamed Clary was confused who was this dark lord. "KILL THE WOMEN FIRST SHE IS WITH A CHILD WE DO NOT WANT THIS LINE TO KEEP ON GOING" Clary was confused why did they hold her mommy like that. She saw her fathers eyes look back at the door where she was hiding and mouthed something. She couldnt make it out. Till she focused and saw. "I love you baby girl" Then a scream she looked at her mother who was screaming as the man dragged a knife across her mothers stomach slowly. Most likely painfully. As her mother cried out tears falling then kicked her stomach and threw her. Stabbing at her stomach and cutting it open slowly and painfully.
They pulled the now dead baby out and threw it across the room the babys head smashing. The mother who was almost dead laid there crying out. She then stopped crying. Clary was confused why did her mommy stop crying. Why did her daddy do nothing. Why did her daddy not help mommy. Why did he not hold her. Thats when Clary saw what they had done to her father.
His arms by his legs cut off. His head still on his neck but the man held a knife to her daddys neck and slowly and painfully started cutting and when he couldnt cut anymore he grabbed something. She couldnt make out what it was and cut his head off. Her fathers head rolled to where the dead fetus was and stayed there. The two men who where with the one who had killed her mommy and daddy started smashing things looking for something. When they found it they took it. Then. They lit the fireplace and made sure that her house started on fire.
Clary gasped and she knew she couldnt run. So she stayed still whimpering softly. Wanting her mommy and daddy. Wanting her baby brother. She wanted her stuffy...her stuffy.. The little girl once the men were gone came out and ran. Ran to her room and threw the door open she saw her stuffy and her bag. She threw her stuffy and pictures of her mommy and daddy in there. She ran to her parents room and threw her daddys shirt and his watch in there. She grabbed her mommys best earings and a necklace. She then quickly and getting burned by the flames ran to the dead babys room and grabbed what would have been his blanket and a ultra sound picture and then ran as fast as she could out the house her back getting burned badly.
Clary screamed and kept running making it far away from her house and crying softly she held two sticks in her hands. No. Not sticks. Wands. Her mommys and daddys she had grabbed them out of her parents dead and cold hands before she ran. Her hand getting burned in the process. Her back was burning most likely leaving a scar. Her hand would heal. She held her bag tightly making sure everything was safe. This was all she had left now.
She zipped it up and the little girl with the brown hair and light eyes cried on the swing where her daddy use to push her. Where her mommy would lay out a blanket and hold out sandwhiches for them to eat. She would never hear her mommy sing or her daddys silly voices. Ever again. She would never get to know how the baby would turn out. But she at least knew his name. She at least knew her dead baby brothers name. The name she would most likely have cried out if he ever got hurt when they were older. Johnathan.
She whimpered and curled into a little ball by a tree and held the tiny blanket that held her brothers name on it close to her chest she cried softly for hours before slowly and surely getting up and slowly walking away leaving her home. She whimpered as she walked and sigehd chewing on her lower lip. She would live her life never knowing the names of the men who killed her family. Never getting to grow up with her brother and never getting to see her parents faces when she would get married or get her first wand. She would never see her mother and father ever again.
