Clary Fray stood on a hill overlooking the battlefield that held close to 400 hundred bodies. Death filled the once clean, meadow air and the once green colored grass, was now blood red. How did this happen? Why did this happen? Questions Clary wondered herself. She knew that "Team Good" had won the battle but she didn't know who had survived. She would have to check each and every fallen body.
She made her way slowly down the hill and began examining the remains of Shadow hunters and Downworlders. The Shadowhunters from L.A. where all dead including the young girl named Emma Carstairs and the young boy named Julian Blackthorn. The Institute from London had lost Miss Jessamine Lovelace. The rest of the Shadowhunters and Downworlders were complete strangers to Clary. All were strangers except for two.
"Mom," Clary shrieked, tears rushing down her face.
Jocelyn's eyes were closed and there was no life left to save for there was a blade stabbed directly in her heart. Blood was everywhere.
Clary looked around and shrieked again. She found a man right next to her mother with brown hair. Luke. He was dead along with the others but his eyes still remained open. They screamed with death.
Clary cried as she closed them. She then put her hands in her lap and sobbed, unaware that there were people behind her.
A hand touched her shoulder and she whirled around to find Jace's familiar face along with Isabelle's and Alec's. Alec was checking his sister for wounds while Jace took Clary in his arms and held her tight as she sobbed for 10 more minutes. "I know, Clary," Jace said. "I know it hurts but we have to go, Sebastian could be back any minute now to finish the rest of us off."
Clary looked at him. His gear was torn and his arm was bleeding. His golden eyes were dull and his golden hair was matted with blood from a cut on his forehead. She put her fingertips to it. "What happened?"
"I was fighting and I got careless." Jace stood up and helped Clary to her feet.
"Jace," Isabelle called from a little ways ahead. Her face was serious and had a cut on her cheek. Her gear was also torn and her jet-black hair was in a high ponytail. "We need to get out of here, now!"
"Can you walk," Jace asked Clary.
She nodded and looked around. "Where's Simon?"
Jace looked away and so did Isabelle. Alec was the one who spoke.
"We haven't found him yet. We haven't found anyone but you, Clary." Alec quickly looked away. He had a sad face and blood running down his jaw. He held the pieces to his broken bow in his left hand and his stele in the right.
Clary stopped walking. She couldn't handle this. She couldn't handle the fact that Luke and her mom were dead. She couldn't handle the fact that her best friend was still missing.
Jace motioned to Isabelle and Alec to keep going while he stayed back with Clary. "We will find him. I promise."
She hugged him and he hugged back. They began walking again.