Okay so this is a hundred words challenge with one of my favorite OTPs Clace (insert fangirl squeal). So, I guess I'll get to it.
Clary P.O.V.
My feet pounded against the sidewalk. My glamour rendered useless by the number of people I shoved. If the clave ever found out I could have my marks stripped, but none of it mattered. He was the only thing that mattered. I had to get there. I had to save him. A flash of gold caught my eye. It was him. I rushed over and all but fell to my knees. There was blood everywhere. I started sobbing uncontrollably, because surely no one could survive losing that much blood. I grabbed his wrist. There was a pulse. There was hope.
Hi hope you don't hate me but this was just a spur of the moment idea and my fingers were just itching to get this idea down so thank you for reading!~Likeaboss6072
P.S. If you counted all my words and found more than one hundred I only counted the story Itself.