Jace was telling Clary a story. Clary was laying next to Jace. When the 6 year old boy, his father gave him a falcon to train. The falcon didn’t like the boy, and the boy didn’t like it either. It’s sharp beak made the boy nervous, and it’s bright eyes always seemed to be watching the boy. It would slash him with beak and talons when the boy came near the falcon. For weeks his wrist and hands were always bleeding. He didn’t know it, but his father had selected a falcon that had lived in the wild for over a year. It wasn’t that easy to tame the falcon. But the boy tried, because his father had told him to make the falcon obedient. The boys father wanted. He stayed with the falcon constantly, keeping it awake by talking to it and even played music to the falcon. The boy learned the equipment. The hood, the brail, the leash that bound the bird to his wrist. He was meant to keep the falcon blind, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead he tried to sit where the bird could see him as he touched and stroked its wings, willing it to trust him. He fed it from his hand. At first the falcon would not eat. Later it ate so savagely that its beak cut the boys palm. The boy was glad with all the progress, and wanted the bird to know him. The boy began to see that the falcon was beautiful, that its slim wings were built for speed of flight. That it was strong and swift, fierce and gentle. When it leaned to circle and come to his wrist, he nearly shouted with happiness. Sometimes the bird would hop to his shoulder and put its beak it the boys hair. He knew his falcon loved him, and when he was certain it was not just tamed but perfectly tamed. He went to his father and showed him what he had done, expecting him to be proud. Instead his father took the falcon, now tame and trusting, in his hands and broke his neck. His father said “I told you to make it obedient. His father dropped the falcon’s lifeless body to the ground. Instead you taught it to love you., Falcons are not meant to be loving pets. It was not turned, it was broken. Later when the father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the falcons body away and bury it. The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he had learned. That to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one to destroy.