Summary: The Mortal War was over. All was at peace for almost a year now, but Clary's disappearance followed. It's been about 5 years since Clary's disappearance, but then she suddenly appears at the New York Institute Front Door.…(not that good summary, please give it a try.)R&R! [•‿•]

So this is my first Fanfic, I really hope you guys all enjoy this, R&R!

Chapter 1-Red hair and green eyes.

Fiery red hair was everywhere, emerald green eyes squinting in the wind, petite frame shivering from the cold claws of winter as she limped forwards. Her stomach churned with nervousness and anxiety, it had been 5 years since she last saw them. She couldn't deny that she still missed his touch on her, those molten gold eyes that gazed back at her with so much love. But it wasn't like he would touch or look at her like that again. Not after what she did, not after she left them. But maybe, just maybe- She laughed bitterly. Like they would.

She tugged her cloak tighter to keep warm. Shit she thought, shouldn't have done that. She hissed from the pain, nothing she wasn't already used to, but that didn't mean it won't hurt anymore. The injuries from the journey here was quite serious. Not the best day to come she remarked inwardly, but she had to come back, just like she had to go. The wound on her side was too deep to heal herself out there, so she had rushed here. She couldn't use her angel powers, or they could find her. She knew she was losing blood rapidly by the clouding in her vision, she had basically cuts and bruises everywhere. She probably looked horrifying.

Every step was a struggle, she didn't know whether it was because of her injuries or the howling wind. But she finally got to the NYC Institute. Firmly, she pressed the doorbell, butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the thought of seeing those molten gold eyes and that honey-like silk voice again. During her past 5 years, she had met those so much more handsome and beautiful that even Jace Herondale would feel subconscious. But she knew by heart, that he was the only one.

She was jerked out of her reverie when she heard sound in front of her. Isabelle Lightwood stood in all her beauty, just as she had remembered.

"Who are you?What happened?"

She could detect a faint tremble in Isabelle's voice, but also some hope. Slowly, she lifted up her hood, revealing porcelain skin, a light dust of freckles so light, you could only see from up close, and those shiny emerald green eyes that now shined with hope and pleading. Isabelle gave a sharp gasp, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes glistening with tears.

"C-Clary?"

"It's me. I need shelter, got some pretty nasty injuries."

Isabelle slowly wrapped her head around the fact that long lost Clary was in front of her. Clary could tell she was trying not to break down and give Clary a tight embrace.

"Right," Isabelle briskly said, gesturing for Clary to get in. "I'll get you some warm clothes-"

"That won't be necessary."

Isabelle stared at her.

"Right, then-"

"Izzy! Who's at the door during this ungodly time?"

A voice that sounded so drained of emotions, so empty, came from behind Isabelle. Clary visibly stiffened, because the owner of that voice is the man she loved more than anything else. That voice, belonged to none other than Jace Herondale.

So I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I promise that the next chapter will be a bit longer. Please review, if I get 5+ reviews, I'll upload the next chapter. That's a promise. Also, I don't mind any criticism when you review, though some compliments might be nice.

-HeronFray