*Disclaimer; I do not own these characters; they belong to Howard Pyle and Cassandra Clare.

Chapter 1

Clary awoke to a pounding headache. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around at her new surroundings. She didn't know where she was or how she had gotten there, but she knew that she wasn't where she was supposed to be.

. . .

Jace stepped through the portal and looked around. The desolate landscape was the same one that Sebastian had shown him when Jace was in his custody. He turned around to congratulate Clary on her portal working correctly, but she wasn't there. He remembered her holding his hand as they stepped through the portal, so now where was she? He turned to look at the others, but they weren't there either. The only other person standing there was Simon.

"Great, so I'm stuck in the demon worlds with only one other person?" Jace cried.

"I'm afraid so, if it makes you feel any better, I don't want to be here anymore than you do." Simon replied coolly. "But listen, if we're going to survive here, then I think it's safe to say that we're going to have to work together."

"But what about the others?"

"I seriously have no idea."

"I still have my stele, I could draw a portal and take us back through to New York."

"I don't think they're still in New York, they may have fallen out of the portal."

. . .

Clary sat up and wondered where the others were, if they weren't here then they were either in New York, which she seriously doubted, in the demon realms, which she doubted slightly less. Or they were somewhere nearby.

She and Jace had decided to go to the demon realms to close up some of the gaps that demons were filtering through and coming to Earth. They'd taken the usual crew, Simon, Isabelle, Alec, and Magnus, as well as Maia and Jordan. Before making the portal, she'd read up on what could go wrong, and it turns out that any member of the traveling party could be send back in time and take the place of a figure in history, be it legend or truth. Clary assumed that that's what had happened to the majority of the group. She also knew that everyone who had been transported back in time was in the same moment and same group of events because of something involving the space time continuum.

I have to find everyone else who got thrown out of the portal! She thought frantically. Scrambling to her feet, she rushed to the door, threw it open and dashed down the hall. The escape was going great until she tripped and fell flat on her face. A pudgy steward rushed to her aid, helping her up he said,

"Lady Guinevere, are you all right? Do you need a doctor?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine." Clary snapped. "Leave me be!"

The steward scurried off leaving her confused. Guinevere? Why did he call me Guinevere? I must be in the history of King Arthur. Darn, that means it could be days before I find everyone, no cell service and no transportation. Clary looked down to find what she had tripped over and found herself wearing a thick gown made of an emerald material. Her curly red hair was bound back in a tight braid down her back. She grabbed a fold of the gown and held it off the ground, then she commenced running down the hallway. When Clary reached the end of the hall she turned and ran into Alec.

"Alec?"

"Yeah, people keep calling me Arthur, what happened, what didn't you tell us?"

So Clary told him what she had read about the potential fates of travelers going to the demon realms. As she explained Alec's face gradually drained of color.

"Clary, who else is here?"

"I don't know, maybe just us, but probably more, I'd say that only one to two people got through."

"God Clary, do you know what part of history we're in?"

"We're in the legend of King Arthur."

"Who do you think is here with us?"

"From what I read, I'd guess that the two who stepped through first, being Jace and Simon were the only ones who got through."

Together they navigated through the rest of the palace looking for the rest of the group. Occasionally they ran into servants or meandering lords. Once Alec stopped a servant and asked her what was happening in the castle. She told him that everyone was preparing for the two knights to fight over Lady Guinevere's hand. Alec thanked her and hurried to catch up to Clary.

"Apparently they're eagerly anticipating the two knight's who are going to come and fight over Lady Guinevere. I haven't read this story, too busy with training and other important stuff." He reported.

"Well I've read it and I'm also Lady Guinevere. You said people were calling you Arthur right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"That means that you're King Arthur who is coincidentally one of the knights who is going to fight over me. You beat the other knight and win my hand and I come to live with you in Camelot as your wife."

"Oh, no pressure then."

"Don't worry, it's just a simple joust and the other guy is supposed to be really bad."

"Hey do you think that the other knight could be anyone we know?"

"It's a possibility."

They lapsed into silence and continued walking the hallways. Another servant they passed saw Clary and called out.

"Guinevere! Where have you been? It's time for you to prepare yourself for the joust! Come with me." She grabbed Clary's arm and dragged her down the hallway leaving Alec alone.