Chapter One

The Lightwood children were in the training room, which wasn't anything out of the ordinary, Clary was sitting cross legged at the edge of the training matts, her sketchpad and pencil in hand drawing the halo of blond hair that surrounded Jace's head. She looked up from her work to see Simon walking in. It was still strange to see him dawning the classic Shadowhunter black, leather gear. He hadn't regained his memories fully but they were coming back piece by piece, day by day. Isabelle quickly looked up from her training and gestured for him to come over. Ever since Simon had started training to Ascend Isabelle had been helping him prepare for everything. She had been helping him with his studies and training, and though he didn't yet remember everything he seemed to remember Isabelle and how he felt about her. They had slowly but surely been building up to what their relationship had once been.

Alec and Jace, Isabelle and Simon were all in the middle of intense bout of training when Maryse walked in with a shocked expression on her face. The Lightwood family and Simon stopped training immediately and Clary stood up as they all walked over to see what was causing Maryse to look so grim. "Mom what's wrong?" Alec asked placing an arm around her shoulder and guiding her into a chair before she started explaining. "I was cleaning out some of Hodge's things. With everything that's been going on i didn't really have time until now. While i was cleaning out his desk and i found a secret compartment.". "Figures." Jace murmured. Maryse musn't of herd him because she continued. "I found… I found this letter addressed to you. Addressed to Jonathan Christopher Herondale." What ever smart comment Jace was possibly going to say died at those words.

Maryse put a trembling hand into her coat and pulled out a brown envelope, which she passed to Jace. He just stood there staring at the offending piece of paper until Clary gave his shoulder a little push. He looked down at her and she could she the fear in his golden eyes. She could tell that he was trying to figure out what Hodge could have possibly wanted to tell him. She gave him and encouraging little nod before he opened the envelop with a steady hand. He took out a rather thin stack of papers but as he was doing so two smaller pieces of paper fell out, Jace didn't seem to notice though as his eyes quickly scanned over the pages, growing with each line. By the time he had finished each page his eyes were wide and his face pale, a look of utter shock plastered on his face. "Jace?" Clay whispered. His eyes still wide he turned to her but she could tell that he couldn't really see her. She carefully took the pages from his hands. Everyone was looking expectantly at her and after Jace gave her a little nod she began to read aloud.

Dear Jonathan Christopher Herondale,

I am still yet unsure whether the boy that i have thought for the past few years is the son of Herondale or the son Morgenstern. But either way i have tried to teach him right from wrong, i have tried to teach him to be a better man than me. I know that he is capable of greatness. And i hope that he will make the right decisions in his life.

I have done many wrongs my life, many of them in service of Valentine Morgenstern and the Circle. But the worst of my wrongs my most regrettable sin, was giving you to Valentine. I should have found another way, a way to save you. The only thing that gives me any sense of peace anymore it knowing that though i didn't save you, i did save your sister.

No one knew that you had a sister. Not even your parents. Twins. One hidden behind the other, hearts beating in perfect sync. The day you two were born i was surprised to find not one child but two. As if knowing that each other was all you two had left you two held onto each other like your lives depended on it. Valentine was never one to do the dirty work if he could avoid it and so had left me behind. After see you two together i made a quick second decision that if i couldn't save you i could at least save her. Valentine had his eyes set on you, but he didn't need to know about her.

Before the Uprising I took her to a good family. And over the years have checked up on her. She's never known any of this. I didn't want her life to be controlled by the sins of her father and the lose of her brother. I'm writing this to you because i think you have aright to know your family, she's all you have left. I'm sorry to say that since she turned thirteen I've lost track of where she is. I'm so sorry, I tried, but there is only so much i could do from the confines of the Institute. I hope that one day you two will find each other and love each other and much as i know you once did. Her name is Raven Midwinter please find her Jace.

Hodge Starkwether.

The silence in the room was defining, you could probably hear a pin drop. "I have a twin sister." Jace whispered disbelief. Clary carefully folded that papers back up and handed them to Jace leaving a comforting hand on his arm. At some point Alec must have picked up the smaller pieces of paper that had fallen out of the envelope because he handed them to Jace saying "I think you should see these." Jace carefully took the pages and looking over his shoulder Clary quickly realized that they were two pictures. One was a picture of two newborn babies. Both wrapped in white blankets, both with golden eyes and little tufts of brilliant blond hair and both with their hands held tightly around the others. Jace gently turned the picture over to find words written on the back - Jonathan and Raven Herondale 1991.

The second photo looked as though it was taken on a busy street and from a distance. It pictured a girl no more then possibly thirteen or fourteen. She had long golden hair that was darker at the top and lighter at the bottom. The girl was of medium height and was quite slender. She looked as though she could be a dancer had it not been for the tattoos and scars adorning her visible arms and legs. She had a bright warm smile and kind sparkling eyes. She was a beautiful girl and Clary could clearly see that resemblance between this girl and the boy standing before her. When again Jace turned the photo over it too had words written on the back - Raven Midwinter, New Orleans 2004.

Jace just stood there dumbstruck staring at the photo's in his hands. The others were peering with interest over his shoulder. Simon let out a little cough grabbing everyone's attention. "Don't know if this is much help or not" he started looked from the photos to Jace. "But i think i've meet this girl."