June 14th.

The fighting has stopped, after what seems like endless hours. The grounds are finally quiet, and while I fear for my father, brother, and Simon. I fear my fathers victory even more. It is a waiting game now, waiting to see who will break the locking runes on my door. Either way this will most likely be my last night here. Strange- I am about to get what I've desired most of my life, and now I feel terror at the very thought of it. Like a bird that has spent it's whole life in a cage, now that the door was open- it was afraid to fly free. Rebecca has been pacing in front of the door for the better part of an hour. I see the terror on her face, weather that terror is for her fathers safety or her own I can only guess. I can hear footsteps and voices now. It doesn't sound like Father or Jonathan...

Clary stood and straightened her dress. Closing her diary while activating the concealing rune she placed it on the table. She went to stand a few feet behind the door with her hands folded in front of her. Quickly she considered taking a fighting stance, but decided against it. She knew who was fighting- her fathers people and the Clave. If her father was victorious she had nothing to fear. However if it was the Clave she did not know what they would do with her, she needed to look as non-threatening as she could.

"Rebecca come stand beside me."

"Yes Lady Clarissa."

Clary did not bother to argue with Rebecca now. She has told the girl countless times to call her Clary- or even Clarissa, she has yet to listen. She stood to Clary's left, two steps behind in the same non-threatening stance. Only Rebecca had her head bowed slightly- Clary did not. It wasn't that she was unafraid, quite the opposite really- but she was trained never to show fear, and she would not. If it was the Clave about to burst into her quarters, like she strongly suspected it was they will most likely condemn her based on her blood alone. She was Valentine's daughter, few people would see past that or even try to.

The power of the runes was fading fast. Clary could feel it, almost like an extension of herself. Any second now they would fall. The moment she realized this they did fall. Before she could even send a prayer to Ithuriel the doors flew open slamming into the walls with an almost deafening boom. Five young men rushed in, seraph blades in hand blazing white. They looked like they were ready to take on a hord of demons. All of them paused at almost the exact same moment upon seeing only two teenage girls standing in the center of the room seemingly unarmed- but they didn't lower their blades.

More people rushed into the room after them, about thirty people were crowded around the room now but Clary paid them little attention. She was looking at the boy with golden hair, eyes, and skin. His blade was closest to her daring her to move, but that was not what caught Clary's attention- she felt as if she knew him. There was no question- she had never met him before, of that she was sure. Her father almost never brought men so young in age to the manor, she would've remembered him. He looked so... angelic. Even dressed in all black covered in blood- both human and demon, he looked like an angry angel. He was glorious. Her attention was pulled from him as three older men approached her and Rebecca.

"Who are you?" The youngest of the three asked coming to a stop a foot in font of them. He was tall and had salt-n-pepper hair, with dark brown eyes. Clary did know who this was, she had seen pictures of ex circle members, this was Robert Lightwood.

"This," She gestured to Rebecca- "is Rebecca Blackwell, and I am Clarissa Morgenstern."

The silence only lasted a moment, when it was up everyone was talking over each other. Some were in shock voicing their disbelief - others demanding she be bound and taken to the Silent City. There were more people in her sitting room than she had ever met in her life, and all of them talking over each other was affecting her senses.

"Valentine's daughter..."

"...carries the blood of that murderer.."

"..guilty by association.."

"His child!"

"Grab her!"

"..raised by him.."

"..no better!"

"I have a sister?"

Clary's eyes shot back to the boy with golden eyes. Of course, how could she be so foolish? She knew who this was, 'the other Jonathan.' The boy who grew up a Wayland, and now believed himself to be a Morgenstern. Her chest swelled with pity for him. Her fathers lies had cost him greatly. Now that she was looking for it, the damage Valentine had inflicted on him was clearly visible in his eyes. He looked torn, damaged, just like Valentines real children. She opened her mouth to reply to him, she had no idea what she would say, but she had to say something. Before she got the chance to speak a loud whistle was heard from the doorway.

"The portal is open downstairs. Anyone who doesn't have to be here should go before it closes, everyone else has already gone."

The man who spoke was the strangest man Clary had ever seen. He was tall, with tan skin, and yellow green eyes. His black hair was standing up in tall spikes covered in glitter. He wore a yellow suit, and smiled around the room devilishly until his eyes landed on the boy standing next to 'the other Jonathan.'

"Alexander. You are looking fit." The boy- Alexander, shifted slightly in... embarrassment? The oldest man standing with Robert Lightwood spoke to the crowd next.

"Everyone get to the portal we will deal with Ms. Morgenstern and Ms. Blackwell." Deal with? Clary didn't think that sounded to promising, and the tone in which he said it was even less so.

Some people just nodded and left the room, but most of them took time to throw her a dirty look or comment before storming out. When the room was cleared of everyone besides the Lightwood's. (The mother- Maryse- if she remembered correctly, a teenage girl who could only be her daughter, Alexander, and Robert Lightwood.) The strange man who she assumed was a warlock,'the other Jonathan,' and the two men with Robert were all that was left behind.

"Alec, Jace lower your blades." They listened, but still seemed ready to fight if necessary.

"Neither Rebecca nor I have broken any of the Clave's laws. We will not be dragged to the Silent City and held in cells."

"We had no intention of doing anything of the sort Ms. Morgenstern. My name is Patrick Penhallow, this is Eric Starkweather." He gestured to the older man. "This is Robert Lightwood and his family. And over there is Magnus Bane."

"And I'm Jace. I'm Valentine's son." He looked like he was almost choking on the last part.

"I know who you are Jace, you can call me Clary." Clary smiled tying to hide the pity she felt for him. He nodded, he didn't smile but his lips twitched upward.

"You understand Ms. Morgenstern, Blackwell." Mr. Penhallow nodded to them each in turn, "that we cannot simply leave you here, or let you go out on your own. You will both be questioned." Of course they would be questioned Clary was not a fool, she knew they would not just let her go. She had no idea where to go anyway.

"Lady Clarissa has broken no laws!" Rebecca spoke for the first time since the runes fell- almost making Clary jump.

"Lady Clarissa?" The teenage copy of her mother asked.

"That's enough Rebecca." The anger fell from Rebecca's face and she nodded at Clary. Everyone in the room was giving them incredulous looks at the use of title her father had given her.

"Are we to be questioned, or tried by the Sword?"

"You will both be questioned then the Clave will meet."

"To decide if I will be tried by the Sword." Clary crossed her arms.

"Yes. You are Valentine's daughter after all." Mr. Starkweather gave her a look full of thinly veiled contempt. "Your blood alone is practically a crime."

"That's enough Eric!" Mrs. Lightwood scolded. Clary didn't say a word tho, they had no idea how right he was.