Hi everybody, it is FantasyIsMyife14! I apologize for not updating in what feels like forever. I decided against updating before the end of the school year due to finals and end-of-course exams. But I am back now, and have a ton of inspiration for this story so those chapters will just be spewing out!

I would like to thank you all for reading my story as well as for putting in favorites or alerts. Thank you also for your reviews, they make me so happy. Oh, and in response to one of my reviews this is not an Isabelle and Jace story. I love Clace and Simabelle but in this story it will take a while for them to get together.

I would like to especially thank my beta, Shadowhunterx3! Thank you girl! You make my writing all nice and sweet!

Disclaimer: The characters all belong to Cassandra Clare, except for Puck who belongs to William Shakespeare.

And so the story continues...


Clary's POV

I could feel my tears beginning to stop as the garden came into view. This day has been awful, and it is only the first class of the day. Jace gave a red carnation to someone, and that someone was not me. It is not like I expected him to give me a carnation, he only thinks of me as the little sister of his best friend. I just wish that one day he could see me as more.

Oh, no! How will Jace react to getting my carnation? Will he hate me? Or worse! No, I tell myself, it won't be that bad. The bell rings indicating that it is time for second period of the day. Usually I look forward to this class every day since this is the only class I have with Jace; study hall. Today though, this is the class I dread. Quickly I run to the bathroom and wash the remnants of tears from my face before I apply new make-up.

As I walk into class, the smile I plastered on my face disappears when I see Jace. He looks at me with a look of pure disdain. I quickly walk to my seat still feeling his glare. The teacher had not come in yet, so everyone around the room was conversing in small groups, because I have no friends in this class I take out my sketch pad and begin to draw. I am an artist, drawing, painting, sketching is my thing. I do not even notice what I am drawing until I look down; of course I would draw Jace. I begin to tear out the paper when I hear someone behind me clear his throat.

I turn around and am looking directly into the golden orbs that are the eyes of Jace Wayland.

He leans in, his lips by my ear and whispers, "Meet me in the garden in 15." I shiver as I feel his warm breath on my neck. He stands up and walks back to his friends. As he does, I see the teacher, Mr. Hodge, walk in and the room becomes silent.

Yes! Maybe he actually liked my carnation. I spend the next fifteen minutes staring at the clock. I see movement in my peripheral vision and I glance up only to see Jace leave the room with a hall pass. That is my cue. I quietly stand up and walk towards Mr. Hodge's desk.

"Mr. Hodge?" I ask, making sure to add some sweetness into my voice. "Can I please use the bathroom?"

Mr. Hodge glances up and responds, "Sure". He picks up a pass from his desk and hands it to me.

I quickly exit the classroom, moving quicker with every step. By the time I am outside I am running, and that is when I see the garden. And with the garden I see him. He is sitting on the bench staring at the water gushing out of the Faerie Fountain, something red in his hands. I slow down until I am strolling so I don't seem so excited for this meeting. I notice as I walk that he is wearing almost the exact same outfit as Simon: blue jeans, black shoes and a black T-shirt. When I am finally behind him I see that in his hand lies my carnation. So he did get it! My heart begins to flutter with excitement, and it seems to be fluttering so loudly that he hears it and finally turns around and notices me. When he does his expression is not one of happiness like I had hoped. It is one of pure anger.

Queen of The Faeries' POV

The 'golden' boy and the red headed girl; Clary, I assumed, from all the times she has responded to that name in my garden; seemed like they would be perfect for each other, but from the expression on the 'golden' boy's face I knew a confrontation was brewing. Clary's face, on the other hand, was alight with happiness; that is until the 'golden' boy turned around. Her face went from ecstasy to one of sadness.

He was the first one to speak. "I don't know why you sent me this carnation. You know how I feel about you."

"And now you know how I feel about you", was her response.

But apparently that was not the response he was looking for because his voice displayed more anger than before. "What did you expect," he says standing up, "that I would get your carnation," he says as he begins to lean down closer to her, "realize that I am head over heels for you," he whispers his lips almost on hers, "and that we would run away together?" His voice hardens as he says, "you know that I will never love you." He pushes her, and because of her weight the supposedly light shove causes her to fall to the ground. She does not try to get up, and he does not offer to help her up.

The 'golden' boy then drops a red flower that he had in his hand in front of her, I assume it was the carnation she gave him, and leaves without another glance. Clary then begins to cry.

That poor girl, in love with such a disdainful youth. I know immediately what I must do.

"Puck," I call, "come hither."

My second-in-command Robin Goodfellow, nicknamed Puck, arrives directly after my call.

"Do you remember whilst we were journeying around the world, the beautiful garden we came across?" I ask him.

His only response is a nod. "I saw, but you could not Cupid with his bow and quiver. A certain aim he took on a young woman, but she moved and the arrow pierced a little flower instead. The flower before white now purple with Cupid's arrow," I say to him. "Bring me this said flower. The juice of it dropped onto sleeping eyelids will make that man or woman fall in love with the next live person that it sees."

Puck, such a simple-minded faerie is now overfull of joy because of this task I have given him.

"Once you find this flower, I have another task for you. A beautiful girl is in love with a disdainful youth. Find this youth. You will know of him by the black T-shirt and blue jeans he has on." I say to him. "Once you find him drop the juice of this flower on his sleeping eyes, and make sure that the next thing he espies may be the lady."

By this time, Puck is almost jumping with joy. "Do not worry queen; your servant shall do so." He salutes me before running off.

I hope he will not fail me.


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