Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. . . school started. I love school, but the people make me hate it. I'm going to write a Gossip a Girl AU TMI fanfic soon, so keep your eyes peeled. Sorry this is a pretty short chapter.

If you get me to 7+ reviews for this chapter I'll post the next one by next week Monday. :)

Enjoy!

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A boy with gold eyes

She woke with her hair out of her braid. That was the only thing Clary could register. The fiery, red strands were shades lighter than her reddish skin and drifted around her head—a fire in the water.

"Thank the ocean," the dark haired girl mutters, "I thought we lost you."

Isabelle was sitting on a rock. Where did they have the rock? All Clary could remember was the hit, crash, smack of the shark. And the pain, pain, pain of the bite.

Clary's hand flew to her temple, an old habit she barely realized she did. An odd, sticky sap was on her temple. Clary brought her hand down, and on her calloused fingers lay a gold, icky substance; one Clary hated to see. Though it's color was thought to be descended from the Angels of the Sacred Seas of Idris. It was a gold, metallic, liquid that didn't disperse in the water, but clumped together—blood.

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She didn't remember passing out, but Clary didn't remember much after the shark. Everything was just a blur of bright colors and a loud voice of Isabelle. Or was it someone else? She saw spirits hovering to and fro, of many ancestors long past. Clary wanted to say things—talk to them—but her mouth was so heavy, and her eyes drooped at the thought.

She wanted to wake up from this long sleep, and sometimes she did. . . but would often fall into that dark pit later. The water was cold, her stomach was empty, the sand was rough, the bright lights would flash and bang, but she was so tired.

Clary did not realize that she had no sword, but she did realize that her hair was out of its braid.

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Clary woke with something bright in her eyes. It was the color of nothing. It was bright yet was nothing. She was lying on a rock, and all she could see was just sand. "Isabelle?" She called out, "Iz? Where are you?" Her voice slipping up another octave.

A curtain of dark hair flew a few lengths away. Iz! Clary swam as fast as possible towards her, her red hair out of its braid. She kept swimming until she struck a rock.

Well it wasn't quite a rock, but she did hit something. Isabelle was now looking at her with her dark brown eyes. Iz carefully swam up to Clary and reached out. She hit the rock-like-thing too. A clear rock, Izzy noted.

Clary—on the other hand—was determined to get to her best friend. She kept swimming back and trying to slam her entire weight against the rock-like-thing. Izzy kept touching the clear object fascinated, but she wanted to save Clary.

Isabelle quickly wrapped her hair into a knot, swam backwards, and charged into the clear rock. It didn't shatter. Izzy felt a throbbing pain in her shoulder, a red gash was spreading across her pale skin. It pulsed with the beat of her heart. This is futile. She warily approached the clear rock, and rapped on it.

Clary's unkept hair drifted up when she glanced up. Isabelle gestured to her arm, while mouthing some words. Clary leaned in closer, what did she say. Clary gestured to her ear, "I can't hear you!" She yelled. Isabelle gave her a funny look. She kept mouthing some words.

Clary pounded on the glass. "What in the oceans name are you saying!" Isabelle just looked pissed. She turned around and went to the rock—that looks like hers—in her clear rock section.

Clary just sits on the rock and braids her messy, red hair. With each twist of the strand she felt more in control. Clary took deep breaths, her chest rising and falling steadily. Calm down, she reprimanded herself, Jonathan would want you to calm down. Clary just kept braiding her hair. She reached for her temple to massage it.

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Isabelle was sick of searching for a rock. Like rocks in the ocean, rocks would break with contact to another pointy, strong rock. The clear rock would react the same way. Isabelle spent segments scourging the fine white sand. All there was in this rock surrounded place was; a braided rope contraption, a dark rock that looked like the one Clary had, a wooden comb, and a clear glass surrounded enclosure.

It was futile to try to find a object to break the clear rock.

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And golden hair

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Jace has never really wanted to be a scientist. His adopted father—Valentine—wanted him to be one. He ran a tired hand through his golden hair. He was studying and monitoring the mermaids in their enclosure.

After seven years of searching the sea, he had finally found not one—but two mermaids. Well, it wasn't just him. It in his crew of scientists was where he belonged.

The fiery haired one was the most interesting one that Jace had to monitor. She showed signs of rebellion: trying to break the glass, and screaming at the dark haired one. Their bell like screams didn't remind Jace of any language he spoke—and he spoke quite a few of languages.

What was interesting about the mermaids was that they had a tint to their skin. No one every imaged that they would. The rebellious one had a reddish tint and the dark haired one had the most white, pale skin. They both seemed smart, but they were no match for the team of scientists.

This was his kingdom, and they were his subjects.

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After serval days of studying the mermaids, Jace was getting quite bored.

All the fish like creatures would do was comb their hair, nap, try to break the glass, or scourge the white sand.

The only time worth watching is when feeding time came, and dead fish would be given to the mermaids. The dark haired one would use her long nails to pick out anything she didn't like, and then swallow it down in nice bites. While the red head—the one Jace now finds kinda hot—would just scarf it down.

And today was the day Jace was going to make his break through. The bell like laugaunges were impossible to understand, and Jace had a natural knack for laugaunges. He was going to be fluent in mermaid.

Jace quickly adjusted his blinding white lab coat, and walked to the stairs that lead into the top of the enclosures—like the ones they would use for dolphins. The redhead looked up when he was staring at her, and the dark one could care less. A rush of excitement ran through Jace, and his features lit up.

He grabbed at his clipboard to keep himself from fangirling in such a profession environment. He cleared his throat and ask the mermaid a simple question. "What's your name?" He nodded to the redhead.

She just cocked her head, shrugged, and reached for her temple. This was going to take forever.