text: [Themes: fan fiction, fantasy]
  
  Over the last few weeks the tension in the Garrows grew rapidly, when Knight Commander Meredith and First Enchanter Orsino had been at each other necks. Meredith convinced that Orsino was hiding every blood mage in all of Kirkwall and Ferelden and kept on pushing all of the mages she could possibly, get her hands on. Her job became her obsession and some of her Templars having doubts when they brought in many mages within a few days that she classified blood mage. (Your Name) had quickly, gathered Anders, Merrill and Fenris for the task of bringing peace to both the mages and the Templars. Her other friends had stop by noting the disturbance in the city that grew allot more over the years.
  
  "I will have the tower search top to bottom," Meredith heart was set. The circle must be harboring such vile creatures. They just have to be! Her Templars couldn't find no chase of them in the city beside their crimes.
  
  > stay Out of It
  Orsino looked taken aback, angry, at her demand. He knew she was insane, but to push this far is saying something. She had no right, no right to accuse his circle as such and no logical reason or evidence to provide for her to search the tower. Know looking at the Knight-Commander, any small thing might set her off now into ordering the Right of Annulment.
  
  "You cannot do that you have no right!"
  
  Meredith took a step forward threatening, as you just reached beside them. Anders flinched beside her, and her gaze looked at him questioningly. He refused to look at her, or even glance at her. The argument before them held his attention.[Themes: fan fiction, fantasy]
  
  (Your Nick Name), your sixteenth birthday is within a few days and I expect you to behave." Valentine Morgenstern told his only daughter;you; sternly. He wore his long, white hair back in a pony-tail. He had on a black tux and in one of his hands he held a wooden cane. (Your First Name) hissed when the back of his cane swiped at your back with each wrong move you made. You wore a dark emerald dress gown with a sweetheart neckline showing off your breasts. You stumbled; tripping on your own feet, just when he hit you on the back again to straighten yourself up. (Your First Name) was sure that the welts could now be seen on your back and all of them were now visible.
  
  "Straighten up your spine, girl. You will not embarrass me." He warned you.
  
  [Author's Note: SUMMARY: When a female Shadowhunter turns 16, she must go to the Glass City and be in The Matching. Where the Clave choose her future, her life and her husband without her choice. You/JACE AU Note: This story is a fanfiction of The Mortal Instruments. I do not and will not own it or you. I just own my own original characters and the plot. This was created for something fun. This is the first chapter of the story. This game was designed for a girl character, but all genders are welcome to play :). You will take Clary Fray place in the Shadowhunters world and walk in her shoes for a short time. Your character get to choose who to end up with either with Simon or Jace (this game is design for a Jace pairing). Genres: Romance/Angst/Drama Warning: This story contains language, sexual comments etc. This is the first chapter through-out this game you will experience The Matching, Your Own Wedding, and a battle for the Glass City.]
  
  > Tremble
  You trembled.
  
  Your sixteenth birthday is coming fast, much to your displeasure. It was the day when you would be dragged to the heart of the Glass City for the Matching. The Clave would then decide on your husband-to-be within a few minutes comparing and examining her composure, personality and grace. The first parts of the Matching were simply show up and fill out a questionnaire. Since a few decades ago, the law changed, making it so only women to be matched. The Shadowhunters were slowly dying and being erased. They need to repopulate to survive. The second part was the ball room, in which you supposed to show your grace. Then the last was when you had to write your name in blood on a rune. That was all you knew. It was common knowledge and you knew there was something else. Everyone hid it from you.
  
  (First Name) almost tripped again over her feet.
  
  Valentine sighed, rubbing his face with the back of his hand.
  
  "It's enough for today. I can't handle this much in such small time." He then turned on his heel, and left the Great Hall of the mansion leaving his daughter behind in pain and tears.
  
  > stay there and keep practicing
  When your father left, you stood where you were thinking. Then you began to practice once more and after falling on your feet a few times within a hour you gave up and headed to your room. You're not cut out for dancing anyway.
  
  > go to your room
  When you had finally lain down to go to sleep, your eyes were red from crying. Why did you have to go through this? Your brother didn't. He wasn't even married and he was 21. Why was your father being so harsh on you? Why hadn't your mother stopped him? Your door creaked opened slowly, and softly. You saw a small shadow over your head for a moment, but relaxed soon after finding out it was only your best friend Simon.
  
  He was a mundane.Your mother Jocelyn saved him from a werewolf attack just a few years ago that left him without a family. So she took him in as a servant. It was the only thing that she could do to keep him safe since mundanes weren't allowed freedom where they were. It was a surprise that Simon could see them well.
  
  "(Your Nickname)?" He whispered.
  
  > Yes? What do you want
  "Yes?" You whispered almost hissing in pain while doing so.
  
  Simon closed your door and made his way to your bed where you laid. He sat the edge, his hand rubbing your head softly, in comfort.
  
  "I heard what happened. Are you alright?" He asked you softly, and you forced a nod.
  
  His hand went down the back of your neck till you froze before twitching.
  
  Simon pulled his hand back.
  
  "By the angel, (Your Nickname)
  you're bleeding."
  
  > say "It's nothing"
  "It's nothing" You replied sharply, but he ignored your pleas.
  
  "Turn over." He whispered the command softly, and once again he treated your wounds for you. You cried and Simon let you.
  
  > Intermission: Jace
  When Jace Wayland awoke from his sleep he felt a small fragile hand over his bare chest. He groaned remembering last night. He remembered how much he had to drink when his father announced that he was getting married soon; to someone neither of them knew.
  
  He was of age. He supposed to be in the elite circles of the Shadowhunters or settling down reproducing the population. Since he was out of commission since the incident where a Greater Demon slammed into him with its claws, he needed time to heal, but sadly it was taking too long and his father took action into his own hands to save the family name.
  
  The unknown girl beside him stirred, and he knew that she was waking up soon. This girl sleeping in his arms; he didn't even know her name. He didn't even know her. It was just a one-night deal. Her name was Beth something, he couldn't remember at all.
  
  "Jace?" She mouthed with a soft smile her fingers tracing circles on his chest.
  
  > go on
  He didn't feel any guilt or regret when he slid out of the bed, getting dressed without saying another word. He wouldn't even say a word till he was walking out of the door and she was crying out for him. His life was already ruined anyway.
  
  "I don't want you anymore."
  
  > A hour later
  "Jonathan, where have you been?" His father Michael Wayland asked fiercely at his son who just shrugged him off, as he walked in.
  
  "None of your business." He reeked very badly and strongly of smoke and sex.
  
  He knew that his father knew where he was all night.
  
  He sighed at his stubborn son, wondering where he had gone wrong in raising him.
  
  > Next
  "You have to stop this soon, my son. You're getting married soon and this will destroy your bride and our family reputation." He warned his son, before leaving the kitchen, disappointed.
  
  Jace snorted, as he walked out.
  
  That was the only thing his father ever cared about; family image and their reputation.
  
  He even had to rip his dream away from him just to gain popularity in society.