Clary's POV
I ran away. That's all there was to it, I had run away and I never regretted it. Well, okay I did. I regretted not talking to Izzy for seven years. I missed hanging out with Simon. I missed my little sister being born. And my mom's and Luke's wedding. I even missed Jace a little bit, but then I remembered the heartbreak that occurred and I felt glad I had left but terrible that I never confronted him about it. I just left. They thought I had stayed home that day, or when they found out I was missing that I had run off to Paris like I wanted, or somewhere else in the United States so I didn't leave to much behind. They were wrong on all accounts. I went to Idris. It was the most beautiful city I had ever seen and it was the only city I could think of when I left. This time though, I didn't try to portal into the city. I went outside it and walked to the place I would now call home. I just was placed in front of the council, holding that terrible sword in my hands, to tell them my story. I just wanted to be a full-time shadowhunter and since I was eighteen they couldn't turn be away like a child. They talked for a little while and I had to hold that icy blade the entire time. I eventually asked about the land belonging to the Farichilds and the Morgensterns. After showing them my case I was given both, I guess it helps being the last descendent of each , and the council seat. They needed that sway vote and I was the only one qualified for that seat, there was some sort of curse on it or something that only allowed a Morgenstern to hold the chair. I let out a cold laugh at the thought, but I was grateful that there was something my father, by the Angel I hated that, had left me. They must have believed that I was going to be easy to mold and used to tip the balance in their favor for their personal reasons. I agreed to accept the chair but with the consul of someone more experienced that me. Of all the people they could have sent they chose to sent Maryse. I was waiting for whoever was supposed to help me when someone came bursting into the room and wrapped their arms around me. I still feel guilty thinking about it, but I just acted on instinct. With a quick well placed blows I detached myself from the body. I gasped when I saw it was Maryse.
"I should have known better than to sneak u on you like that." She wheezed. "I heard someone was taking the Morgenstern chair and I had hoped it was you." She gave me a hug and we got to work. We never talked about why I left or the manner in which I did. It was like she understood, which made me feel grateful. I didn't deserve the kindness she gave me but only someone who had their heartbroken could understand. I rebuilt the Fairchild manner one brick at a time. Everything was going great, I was twenty-five, a great shadowhunter, and life was good. I was Clarissa Morgenstern Fairchild. Clary Fray had died the day I stepped through that portal, leaving New York and everyone in it as a thing of the past. I never looked back, until the past reared its ugly head.