This is my first story so I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS.

Edit; 15/03/18 So been reading reviews and decided to just read through this fic. Kinda shook that it got so much attention at the time as it's not that great, hopefully I can polish and clean it up now that I'm not some 13/14 year old author wannabe XD

Prologue

"You won't be able to catch me!"

"That's so not fair, Jace!" Clary called out to her best friend, Jace Herondale.

She spun around looking for him but Jace had disappeared into Brocelind Forest. Clary was staying with the Herondales for a few weeks since her parents were busy with council meetings and she wanted to spend more time with her best friend, who she couldn't currently find.

"Jace!" Clary walked deeper in the forest. Idris was surrounded with wards and there were Demon Towers on the look out so it was safe for a seven and an nine year old to be playing in the woods. The wards were there to make sure the unwanted Downworlders stayed out of Idris. It was almost impossible for them to get in.

She sighed. It was almost time for her and Jace to go back to the Herondale's cottage, she could tell just by looking at the sky.

"Jace Herondale!" she shouted, using his full name was sure to get his attention. But she was wrong. He still hadn't revealed himself, causing her to wander around more.

She heard a rustle in the woods and turned toward it, focusing in on the source of the sound. She tiptoed to the source believing it to be Jace, suddenly she heard a soft but audible growl and a flash of yellow eyes. Clary let out a shuddering breath and turned to run. She didn't know what it was but she knew that it should not have been here. Not in Indris.

As she looked back she didn't see where she was going and tripped over a large fallen branch.

"Ouch!" She said, looking at her now injured arm. She glanced behind her to see if the monster was still there but there was nothing.

"Clary!" Jace said, crouching down and putting an arm around Clary to help her stand up. "What happened?" he asked her as he looked her over.

"I don't... know. There was something out there, Jace… it was an animal or something," she says sounding unsure.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there with you," he said, regretfully.

She nodded, indicating that it wasn't a big deal.

"So you forgive me?" He said in a hopeful voice.

"Of course, I'm just glad I found you," Clary was quiet, still slightly shaken up by the mysterious event that she didn't fully understand.

"Okay." Jace said smiling, his golden eyes lit up and he hugged Clary tightly, being careful not to place his arm around her bloody wound. He felt her hug back. They reached the front porch after a lengthy walk and Jace opened the door.

"Mother!" Jace yelled as he closed the doors behind his best friend.

Celine Herondale was walking down the stairs once she heard the voice of her son.

"Jonathan, Clarissa. Is everything alright?" Celine wasn't a big fan of calling people by their nicknames so she mostly called them by their birth names.

Celine reached the bottom of the flight of stairs. She saw Clary's right hand holding her upper left arm. Blood was running through the gaps between her fingers and down her arm.

"By the angel, what happened to you, my dear?" Celine asked, assisting Clary into the living room. "Wait right here. I'll go get the first aid kit, she said hurrying off. Since Clary was only seven, she hasn't had the ceremony of the first Marking yet. She was still too young to get any runes and if she did her body might not be able to take the power of the runes.

Clary sat down on the sofa and Jace sat beside her, placing a hand on hers. Clary looked up at him and smiled. Jace smiled back a reassuring smile.

"Alright." Clary and Jace heard Celine walk back into the living room holding the first aid kit. "I've found it."

Jace's mom sits on the empty side of Clary. She opened up the bag and took out two bottles and a few cotton pads and a bandage. "So, what happened?" Celine asks with a maternal tone.

Clary didn't tell Celine the whole truth; she left out the monster with the yellow eyes and only said that she was running. Jace noticed her omission but he didn't add anything as he trusted her decisions. Celine poured the contents of one of the bottles onto a cotton pad and dabbed it on the wound. Clary hissed in pain and squeezed Jace's hand. Celine shakes out the contents of the other bottle onto her hand, a gooey substance. She rubbed the cold gel on Clary's now clean wound.

Jace's mother wrapped the linen bandage around the gel covered wound. "There, it will heal in about three days," she said putting the equipment into the bag. "Jonathan, were you hurt?"

"No, mother. I'm fine. It was only Clary that was injured." For an eight year old boy he spoke very formally and politely.

"Well, just make sure you're careful out there in Brocelind."

Clary had stayed with the Herondale's for three weeks. She went back home to her parents yesterday while Jonathan, her older brother, would be arriving later on today.

Clary was in her big bedroom, sitting on her window side bench with her knees propped up and her sketchbook resting on them. She was drawing her brother. Jonathan had silver blonde hair, like their father's, with green eyes similar to their mother and Clary's. He was two years older than her but his eyes already told a story with darkness and pain from the harsh training he would undergo with their father.

"Clarissa!" She heard her mother call out.

"Coming mother." She said as she closed her sketchbook, left her bedroom and begun her long journey to the foyer. "What is it, mother?"

"Jonathan will be arriving at any moment. And he will be bringing a friend."

Clary looked up at her mother, curiosity sparking inside of her. Her father, Valentine Morgenstern, allowing a boy, he didn't know enter the Morgenstern Manor. Her brother, unsociable Jonathan Morgenstern, bringing in a visitor. Strange.

She began to think, the visitor was probably French; Jonathan was sent to the Institute in Paris since he wanted to learn the language and see the culture there. Jonathan didn't like being with people, the only exceptions are Clary and the Lightwood children so Clary was surprised to hear of this. He wasn't particularly fond of many people, even Jace just rubbed him the wrong way which caused Jonathan to be distant from him.

A portal formed in front of her and her mother. Her father was probably too busy to greet his son once he got home, just like he was too busy to welcome Clary home yesterd

Jonathan and two others appeared from the portal, a woman and a boy, the same age as Jonathan. Clary could see that the woman was probably her mother's age. The other boy had black hair and dark brown eyes.

"Hello," Clary's mother said. "I'm Jocelyn Fairchild-Morgenstern." She held out her hand.

The other lady took it. "Elodie Penhallow. This is my nephew, Sebastian."

The dark haired boy smiled at Clary.

"Hi I'm Clary Morgenstern."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Sebastian Verlac."

It was Clary's eighth birthday today! She was going to have a birthday party with the children of the people in the Circle. The Circle was a group of Shadowhunters that her father drew together. They trusted each other with their lives. The Circle killed all the demons they encountered and occasionally killed Downworlders that they would find too. They symbolised the strength and pride of the Nephilim, protectors of the mundanes.

Her party would take place in the Manor later on that night. Sebastian was coming all the way from Paris and of course, Jace and the Lightwoods would be there too. Stephen, Jace's father, even offered Clary to come with them to stay in the New York Institute for a few days! To her surprise, her father was perfectly fine with it.

"Clary, you should get ready!" She heard her mother from downstairs.

She was probably helping with the decorations in the Hall. Their manor house had a hall where events were held. The servants set out two long tables and a lot of chairs as there were well over fifty Circle members.

Clary went into her bathroom to shower. She dried her hair and returned to her bedroom that connected to her large bathroom. Clary walked to her closet and chose a summer dress with combat boots. She walked down the corridor to the stairs and to the library since she wasn't allowed in the Hall, yet.

She heard the doorbell ring causing her to put down the book she was reading and ran down the stairs and towards the door.

Clary straightened herself and opened the large wooden door. She already knew who it would be. Clary had a huge smile on her face as she saw her golden haired best friend and his parents behind him.

"Jace!" She shouted.

"Happy Birthday Clare!" he yelled as he opened his arms out.

Clary jumped into them. She could see Celine and Stephen smiling as she embraced their son. Clary pulled away after about a minute.

"Come on in."

"Happy Birthday Clary." Stephen and Celine said.

"Thank you."

Jocelyn shortly appeared behind them and greeted the Herondales. "Come to the Hall. Jace you can come too or you can stay with Clary."

He looked at his best friend. "I'll stay with Clary."

By 6:30 everyone arrived. Clary was accompanied by the Lightwood children, Jace, Jonathan, Sebastian, and Aline Penhallow, Sebastian's cousin. They were all in the library.

A knock came to the door. "Clary? Can I borrow Isabelle, Alec, Jonathan, Sebastian and Aline?" Jocelyn asked.

They looked at each other.

"Okay." Jonathan stood up and everyone followed, leaving Jace and Clary in the room.

Jace reached into his pocket for something. "I have a present for you." He gave her a small silver wrapped box that had a nice gold bow on it. Clary took it. She untied the bow and opened the box.

In it was a beautiful golden necklace with a rune on it. The love rune.

She gasped. "It's beautiful Jace!" She wrapped her arm around him. After some hesitation on his part, she felt Jace's arms around her. "Can you put it on me?"

He nodded. "You like it?" He took the necklace out of the box.

"I love it!"

"It was specially made for you." He put the necklace around her neck and closed the clasp.

"Thanks so much!" She smiled.

"Look at the other side of the pendant."

Clary flipped the pendant over and saw a J engraved on it.

"J for Jace?"

He nodded.

"Why the love rune?"

"Because…" He hesitated. "Because you mean the world to me, Clare. And there's no rune for that so I went for something close."

Before Clary could reply the door opened and Jocelyn told them to go to the Hall. They obeyed and followed Jocelyn. She opened the two doors.

"Happy Birthday Clary!" Everyone shouted. Then they all crowded around her. A lot of them gave her hugs. They gave her presents and once they were satisfied they returned to their tables and started different conversations.

Clary placed her gifts on a table. Clary walked to her friends' tables and took a seat by Jace and Sebastian.

Clary was with the Herondales in front of the only portal in Alicante. They portaled before the New York Institute. The mundanes oblivious. The gates opened and they all entered. It was amazing, tall walls with extravagant drapes and paintings. The carpet was lavish and well taken care of, probably with the help of magic. The corridors seemed unending, doors lining the walls every few feet. In front of them was a large archway leading to a drawing room. This was where the Shadowhunters of the Institute would gather when preparing for a hunt. Long ago, when there was a plethora of Shadowhunters far and wide and the institutes would be filled with busy, able bodies this would have been useful. Now, however, with the number of Shadowhunters declining at a faster rate than they are able to fight off the demons, there was no need for such a grand assembly point.

After a tour of the focal parts of the Institute, Celine suggested going and seeing the sites. They were drove to Brooklyn Bridge which was boring, Clary didn't know what she was expecting as it was a bridge after all. However, Clary did love Central Park. She saw the oppurtunities for inspiration in the surroundings, itching to draw, paint, sculpt. She saw the beauty instilled that is nature. Even in the people around who admired the view, she saw as inspiration.

She and Jace picked out a bench that was directly under a big oar tree and Jace took out a dagger. They each carved their names on the tree. The dagger was made of adamas so even if the growth rings cover their carving it will appear and stay forever.

"If I'm in the city and you can't find me anywhere, I'll be here. Always. I swear." Clary had said.

After their trip they returned to the Institute in a car driven by Stephen. It wasn't like portals could be summoned at will by Shadowhunters so they had to use these mundane transportation contraptions.

The next few moments felt like it was in slow motion. A car seemed to have lost control and kept driving. Stephen moved too late and the car's weight crashed directly into theirs.

"Father!" Jace shouted.

"It'll be alright!" Stephen said. The car flipped over. He lied. It hadn't been alright.

Clary woke up in a mundane hospital. Celine was on a chair next to Clary's bed. She guessed Stephen was with Jace. I hope he's okay. Clary thought.

"Celine,"

She looked at Clary. "Yes, my dear?"

Her mouth was dry, voice gruff. "Have you told my parents?"

"Would you like me to?"

"No, please. They don't need to know."

She nodded. "It's a good thing you didn't break anything. It's a miracle, really."

"Jace. Is he okay? Where is he?

"He's next door. He's still unconscious, sweetheart."

Clary's face fell. "Is he gonna be okay though?"

"He'll get through this, we both know how strong and stubborn he is. I'm going to get a nurse then we'll see if you can visit Jonathan." Then Celine left.

"Raziel, please don't take Jace from me," she whispered, not even caring how selfish it was.

Once the nurse, who was also a Downworld healer, had checked up on Clary they allowed her to visit Jace. Celine, Clary and Healer Catrina entered Jace's room. Clary sat beside him on the bed, reached for his hands and gripped them tightly. "Jace, please wake up!" She felt a tear escape her eye.

"Clarissa, it's going to be okay," said Catrina.

Clary looked up at Jace. He stirred. Clary sniffled. "Jace?" Open those golden eyes, please.

As if he heard her thoughts, his eyes opened.

"What happened?" He asked in a confused tone.

She threw her arms around him. "Jace, how are you feeling?"

"Um," he sounded unsure, "who are you? How do you know my name?"

Clary felt like she'd been punched in the stomach but she slowly had to process exactly what his words meant.

"It's your best friend, Jace. It's Clary." She said sadly and quietly. "You don't remember me?"

"Catrina, what's wrong with our son?" Stephen asked the blue skinned warlock.

"He has suffered brain damage likely due to the impact."

"Can't you heal it? Can't you give him his memories back?" Celine asked.

"There is only so much magic can do, Celine," Catrina said regretfully.

"You don't know me." Clary mused aloud. "I'm your best friend and you don't know me."

Clary began to leave the room with her head bowed down, crestfallen.

"I never got your name," Jace said. He didn't sound as he once did. He didn't sound caring or loving or selfless. He didn't sound like Jace. Not the one she knew, anyway.

"Don't worry about it, maybe in time... you'll remember who I am. And when you do, I'll be waiting." She said sadness laced her tone.

He furrowed his brows in confusion. She spoke like an adult, in riddles, avoiding the question.

Jace's parents followed her out of the room. "Clary, what do you want to do?" Celine asked.

"I want to go home. I don't want to look at him when he looks at me like I'm a stranger. Not right now," she said honestly.

Stephen escorted her back to the Institute as he could see how disheartened she was.

"I should go." Clary wiped her tears and faced the portal.

"Clary," Stephen began, "I never got the chance to give you our present."

He gave her a box, neatly wrapped and tied with a yellow bow. She opened it and it revealed a necklace with an emerald pendant, the color of her eyes.

"Thank you." Stephen put it on her. Clary hugged him. He was like a father to her, a real father, unlike Valentine, who was too busy for her with his Circle meeting and travelling to the Institutes of the world. Then she turned and stepped into the portal, her family's manor house in Alicante on her mind.

Clary heard yells and screams from the Accords Hall which was in the centre of the city symbolically meaning that nothing that happened there would be a secret to the inhabitants of Alicante.

"Clarissa!" A sharp but frantic voice cut through the screams. She turned and saw Jocelyn with Jonathan and a few bags.

"Mother, what's going on?" Clary looked around for her father but he was nowhere to be found.

"We have to leave," he mother responds bluntly and Jonathan holds Clary's hand with his empty one and Jocelyn pulled them to the back door. They left the house and a familiar figure appeared from the shadows. Lucian Graymark. Her mother's best friend and basically their godfather.

"Come on, Jocelyn." He said.

"Mother! Where are we going? What about father? What's happening in the Accords Hall?" Clary's mind was swimming with unanswered questions and they flowed from her lips like a flood.

"We have to leave your father. He's a mad tyrant. We must leave for our safety. I didn't expect this to happen so soon."

Lucian took some of the bags off Jocelyn's hands and picked up Clary and they ran towards Brocelind forest. They passed the Demon Towers and Jocelyn didn't look back.

"Ragnor Fell will portal us to Magnus Bane," Jocelyn said in a hurry.

They arrive at Ragnor's house. "This is where I leave," Lucian said which caused Clary to frown.

"Goodbye, old friend." Jocelyn game him a hug and they looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds too long. Long enough for it to mean more than just old friend.

Ragnor seemed to be expecting them and made a portal and handed Jocelyn a potion. Not many words were exchanged between the two adults which left Clary and Jonathan to give each other a look of unease about their current situation.

They stepped through the portal and arrived at a door with a brass lion knocker. Jocelyn looked around them to make sure there were no mundanes to expose their identities. She knocked on the door and it opened almost immediately and the family stepped inside.

"Jocelyn? I wasn't expecting you so early." Said a glittery Asian man with cat eyes. He was tall and composed, he had a crazy sense of fashion but, despite his fresh, avant-garde way of dress he looked wise beyond his years.

"Valentine changed his mind and advanced his plans. Are you able to do the spell?" Jocelyn asked.

"Of course, I'm the High Warlock of Brooklyn for a reason," he said with a confident tone.

"How do you want the spell to work?"

"I want there to be a block in their mind and Sight. So they can't see or remember anything from the Shadow World even as they see it. I want them to forget it all." Jocelyn replied.

Though Magnus was hesitant he knew that Jocelyn knew best and started despite the children's protests. After a few minutes Magnus looked up at Jocelyn and frowned.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

Jonathan and Clary were unconscious as an effect of the spell. "Well, your daughter," He started, not knowing how to phrase his explanation correctly. "She seems to be rejecting the spell."

"What do you mean?"

"A small part of her mind won't let the spell take away her memories of a certain someone. Everything else is perfectly fine. It's just this little piece of her that won't completely forget. If I fight this then it could cause something bad to happen; loss of brain function, the spell to completely fail..."

"Who is it?"

Magnus searched Clary's mind. "Jace Herondale, I believe. What do you want to do?"

Of course she wouldn't forget Jace. "Can you change her memories?"

"Yes." He replied.

"Then make her forget the Shadowhunter parts. Keep the Jace memories. But make her believe he died."

"Jocelyn-"

"It's the only way," the way she said this was final. No objections.

Magnus obeyed.

Please review this is my first fanfiction so I need some guidance ;) Thanks for reading! xxx

Edit; 16/03/19 Wow that took me two days. It was that bad, why did I put everything on a new line? By the Angellllllllllllllll

I'm sorry to the people who suffered through reading this it was so cringey for me. I removed like probably almost all the cringey parts.

Hopefully I can make this a bit more continuous as I reread and edit the parts because binge reading these chapters must have been a nightmare.

Thanks so much guys!

~ Liza xxx