Traded

Rated: T

Summary: Set in the late 1700's. When she was 16, Clarissa's Native American tribe was attacked and she was kidnapped by another tribe who treated her as a slave for a year before she was traded off in marriage to the cold Frenchman Jonathan Herondale for weapons.

"Clary, get up," her mother's voice told her frantically.

"Mother? What happened?" Clary asked, hearing the battle cries outside of her teepee.

"We are being attacked, Luke told us to get all of the women and children and take them to the mountains. He says him and the men will meet us there after the battle ends." Jocelyn told her daughter.

Clary nodded and grabbed her paints. "I'll go collect Maia and take her to the mountains."

"Clary," her mother said sternly, "be safe."

Clary smiled and hugged her mother, "I will, I love you."

"I love you too, if I get captured, don't come after me. Tell Luke I died of sickness, if he knew I was taken, he'd start a war and kill our entire tribe trying to get me back." Jocelyn instructed with a sad smile on her face.

"Mother, you won't be captured, and if I get taken, I expect you to do the same thing. No matter what." Clary replied.

"Okay, I'll see you soon, hopefully. I love you so much." And with that, Clary's mother was gone.

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"Maia, wake up!" Clary yelled at her friend. Only Maia can sleep through a war, Clary thought glumly. She noticed some water in the corner of her best friend's teepee. She grabbed the bowl and dumped it on Maia's head.

Maia jumped up with a shriek. "Clary! Why would you do that? What is going on?"

"Maia, we are under attack. Luke wants all of the women and children at the mountains. They will come get us when the battle ends." Clary explained.

"Oh, okay. Let's go." Maia said.

The two girls snuck out of the teepee and went around the edge of their camp. They were almost out when a man with dark skin grabbed them both and wrapped cloths around their mouths. He tied their wrists and ankles together and threw them over his shoulder.

"You two are pretty. I wonder if we can trade one of you. Hmmm, probably the redhead. She seems like fun. You'd get us lots of things," The men said with a laugh. Clary tried to squirm out of his grasp, which made him laugh harder. He walked away from the girl's camp, giving them one last view of their home being destroyed. A few miles away, the man put them down, still keeping a tight grip on their wrists. "Look what I've got boys," he exclaimed with a smirk.

Clary and Maia looked around to find a bunch of other men with weapons and horses. The two girls looked at each other with wide eyes. Two of the other men came up to them and examined them. One grabbed Clary and ran his hands over her body, causing her to cringe in disgust. "This one would make a great trade. Just look at her. She has white skin, a unique feature for one of us, red hair, another unique trait, and her eyes. Her eyes are green. We could probably trade her to a French man or a Spanish man. She may not have nice breasts, but that can easily be fixed. We just need to fatten her up a bit, and she'd be a perfect trade. Man, the chief is going to be thrilled."

"I know, that's why I grabbed her. I had to grab this one because she was with her, but I think she would be a good birther." Their capturer said with a big grin.

The two men that were examining the two girls took off the cloth around their mouth and one said, "Tell us your names."

"I-I'm M-Maia," Maia stuttered, obviously terrified. Clary, however, did not seem scared at all. She pursed her lips and glared at the men.

"We are not joking girl, tell us your name," the man spat at Clary. Clary smirked and opened her mouth, and spit in his face. The man got red in the face and slapped her. "You may have had rights in your old tribe, but you have none with us. You will obey us and do whatever we tell you to and you will obey your husband and follow his orders."

"And if I don't," Clary said with a smirk.

"If you don't we will capture everyone from your tribe and kill them all with you watching," the man replied to her, "It's your choice."

Clary's eyes widened and she nodded slowly, "My name is Clarissa. My birth father's last name is Morgenstern, but my mother married Lucian Garroway, so I prefer to go by the last name of Garroway."

"Ah, the leader's daughter. No wonder she thinks she has power." One of the men in the back said.

The men laughed and yanked Clary and Maia onto two horses. The man who captured the two of them got onto Maia's horse and the one that slapped Clary got onto her horse. "I'm going to have fun with this one," The man behind Clary said with a smirk.

Thanks for reading this! I had this idea and I couldn't pass it up. I suck at updating these stories, so until I am capable to write a lot please be patient with me :). If you have the chance, check out my other stories!