Disclaimer: I am not Cassandra Clare.

"Clary!" it was Simon, running up behind her, "You need to go to the institute, right now!"

Clary turned, surprised by the urgency in his voice.

"What for?" she asked.

"Everyone is freaking out because they think an angel might be coming or something." Simon's voice was still urgent, but it seemed calm considering the situation.

Without another word Clary jumped up from where she had been sitting, stopping only to grab her purse, which she hoped had enough cash in it for a cab.

Her cab pulled up to the institute and jumped out before it had even stopped. She ran up the steps and burst through the doors. To her surprise Isabelle was already standing there, seemingly waiting for her.

"Come on." said Isabelle, her voice strangely tight.

"Ok, what exactly is going on? How do you know an angel is coming? Won't we all be annihilated the moment it arrives?"

Isabelle opened the door to the elevator with a clang and said: "Maryse says she got a message from the Clave telling her an angel is coming here, she won't say any more. I have no idea how where going to survive."

"Wow, I feel so much better now." Clary answered, "is there anything else you know?"

They where in the elevator by now and Clary felt her stomach drop as they rose.

"No. I don't know anything else. Maryse is being very secretive about all this."

Clary was about to say something but the elevator arrived and Isabelle flung open the door, cutting her off.

They found everyone clustered in the library, standing around the desk held up by the two angel statues. One of the two seemed to be glowing, but Clary couldn't be sure.

"Clary! We need you to make a rune that will bring one of the statues to life so that an angel can inhabit it!" It was Jace coming towards her.

"Really?" said Clary, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Yes! Really! Now! Please! CLARY!"

"And how do I know where not all going to die instantly once I do that?"

"Because the angel is going to give us something! The angel is going to give us the mirror, well, find it for us." Jace's voice sounded urgent.

"Fine." Clary pulled out her sketch book and a pencil, trying to concentrate and hide how stunned she was.

Come alive, come alive, come alive, COME ALIVE! She began to move her pencil, it was a complicated rune, with a complicated power. Come alive, come alive, COME ALIVE, ALIVE, ALIVE! Abruptly her pencil stopped. She turned the page and started again. Alive, alive, alive, alive, inhabitable, alive, alive, alive, ALIVE! Her pencil slid quickly over the paper a new rune taking shape, finally it stopped.

"There." She breathed, then called out: "Jace! I finished your precious rune!"

Jace walked over, "Well draw it on the statue then."

Clary walked over to the statue and took out her stele. She traced the rune, slowly carefully, curve by curve. As she drew, she felt the statue grow warm, then hot to the touch. She finished, putting away the stele and found that everyone was clustered around her, watching. After a moment she realized it wasn't her they where watching, but the statue, which was glowing like a miniature star. She stood and watched as it stood, pushing the top of the desk aside. Staring down at them with it's golden eyes.