Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instrument series nor anything having to do with it. All rights belong to Cassandra Clare.
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Clary watched as people walked slowly down the hill in front of the Hall of Accords. It was a brilliant day in Alicante. The grass was green and the sky was dazzling a bright blue. Checking her watch, she wondered where Jace was. Her heart was pounding. He was not usually late when she asked to meet him before something extremely important. Standing up, the legs of her pants fell down over her feet. They were too big, as was everything that Isabelle let her borrow. Grumbling, she shook her foot out trying to uncover her toes.
She turned to her left, her bright red hair blowing out behind her slightly and caught sight of Simon walking towards her. She smiled at him. He had changed a little after Ascending into the Shadowhunting world. His hair had gotten shorter and messier, his skin became laced with scars and runes, but he was still her best friend. His face was set in stone as he walked up to her now, his steele in one hand and a bloody sword in the other. Her smile dropped from her face.
"Clary, I have something to tell you and I really don't think you're going to like it."
"What is it?" Clary swallowed hard. She had known something was wrong all along. She felt her throat close up, wondering what else could go wrong. They had been through everything. Getting sucked into a world she barely knew, fighting off demons, facing her thought to be dead brother, going to a demon dimension, loosing Simon for four months. They had just gotten through that. She did not know if she could handle much more.
"Jace can't meet with you here. He has something to do at the Herondale manor and wants me to take you there. Meet me at the horse stables in five? He said wear something comfy." Simon glanced down at the pants she was wearing and broke into a grin. "Why are you wearing Izzy's pants?"
Clary glared at him, her green eyes narrowing into cat slits. "She let me borrow them. I didn't take any clothes over to her house last night when we were having that sleepover and I didn't really want to borrow any of Atamis's old clothes. Too many memories for Luke. Now would you tell me why you have a bloody sword in your hand?"
"Oh, they're making me do extra training. They have these dummies and when you make a kill hit they bust out into fake blood. They say I have a real knack for it." He wiggled the sword in front of her face and smiled. "Fray, seriously, everything is really chill except that Jace can't come meet you. You just have to go meet him at the manor. So be back at the horse stables in five and I'll carry you there."
She watched as he turned back around heading toward the horse stables. Simon was surely lying about something. She could tell it in the way he walked. Shaking her head, Clary turned back towards Atamis's old home and went to change her clothes.
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A/N: Hey guys, I think this is going to be a short chapter fic. Please feel free to make suggestions and point out anything I may have gotten wrong.