Hey guys! This is my first attempt at a fanfic, so tell me what you think! Unfortunately, all of this is Cassandra Clare's. Unfortunately. You'd think that someone would give you their story if you offered them a million dollars... (jk, have fun reading!) Sorry its so short! I promise there will be an update soon!

I ran and kept running, for I had only one destination in mind and that was the sole priority. I sped past the familiar landscapes, the wind burning tears into my eyes, but I ignored them all.

The Institute.

The words echoed through my head, over and over, until there was no room for other thought. And as soon as I arrived at the gothic cathedral doors, a torrent of memories flowed back, even after all I had done to hold them back, every single day for the past few months. There was another feeling that took place above all the others. It was a feeling of belonging, of home. Jace, my mind cried with all its might.

I quickly walked up the path to the door. I was about to open it, for being Nephilim, I could have, but I hesitated. Walk away while you can, Clary, a small part of my mind advised. I thought, I've already come this far, why should I?

I rang the doorbell.

And I stood there, all alone on the front steps, awaiting my fate.