A/N. Every time I hear this song, I think of how much it reminds me of Jace and Clary. (And since I own it, that's a lot)
NEW. By the way, I originally had the lyrics in but then some people complained (is that the reader's job, I'm actually curious, or were they just being "helpful") and so I had to take them out. This story will make no sense if you don't listen to the lyrics with it so either look it up on YouTube or, if you own it, just listen while you read. (Or if you're like me and have the lyrics memorized, just put them in where there's a X)
Clary sat in her room at the Institute, looking through songs on her Ipod. She had finished lessons and training for the day and Jace was hunting with Alec. She could go hang out with Isabelle but Izzy was in a dress-up mood and Clary didn't feel like becoming her friend's life-sized Barbie doll. So here she was, bored. Suddenly, a song started that she hadn't heard in years.
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Jace had facinated her when they first met, he had been so mysterious and secretive.
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He was part angel and, at the time, he was very broken.
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She had been afraid of what she was getting into at first, afraid of what she might become.
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Pretty quickly, though, she had become completely emersed in the world of Shadowhunters. She couldn't escape - not that she wanted too.
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Jace had taken her hand when they first met and pulled her headlong into this world.
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She had started to question who she was after a while; was she Clary Fray, the artist, or Clarissa Fairchild, the angel's own gift.
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Jace had taught her how to fight but she had taught him how to win, she had shown him the power of love.
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He was her flaw, she couldn't hurt him and he had confessed that she was his greatest sin.
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Although many Shadowhunters had thought her to weak to do anything, she had proved them wrong whe she defeated Valentine.
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She had let herself believe that what she and Jace felt was wrong at times. She wished she hadn't but she knew that, in her heart, she had always believed that she and Jace were right.
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Jace had believed in her almost the entire time, and eventually, she grew to believe in herself too.
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Although at first, she had been soft and innocent and although she still might look that way, she was a warrior.
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The memories placed in her mind by Magnus Bane on request of her mother were hard to displace.
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She had stayed with the Shadowhunters, a fact which Jace had both rejoiced in and absolutely hated because it put her in danger.
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After a while, she had known who she was, she was both the artist and the angel's gift; both Clary Fray and Clarissa Fairchild.
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Despite her background, she had now become just as much of a warrior as any of the others.
The pictures come to life,
Things that she had read about, she now found out to be real.
Wake in the dead of night, open my eyes I must be dreaming.
She had often wondered if this was all an elaborate dream.
Clutch my pillow tight, brace myself for the fight;
She had sometimes woken expecting in the middle of a fight.
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She believed what Jace had tod her now; all the stories are true.