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Chapter 1

Clary didn't know what was happening. First, her mother walked in, and told her that she was getting married. Then, she was about to show Jocelyn her marriage rune, and it burned off. And now... this.

Sebastian, a little voice in her head said. But Clary knew that it was actually Johnathan. He looked unaffected by demon blood, and he looked normal. Like a normal Shadowhunter, his sleeves were rolled up, and there were scars of runes on them. Unlike the demonic runes that he once used, these were runes from the Gray Book. She suddenly remembered the Fearless rune that she drew in her sketchbook, but the memory of her sketchbook and the runes that she created were gone. She tried to remember them again, the shape and the work inside that sketchbook, but she remembered nothing. Her memory was now blank.

See what would happen if you chose this life? the voice asked, now with a tone that made it sound like it was mocking Clary. Everything would be different. You wouldn't be an artist. You wouldn't have these special powers. You wouldn't have your special vampire friend.

Vampire friend...

"Simon!" Clary yelled, remembering his glasses and his nerdy look, until he became a vampire and his sexy vampire mojo was activated, affecting Isabelle and Maia, as well as every single girl in the world. But as soon as she remembered that, that memory slipped from her head.

Clary scolded herself and tried to get one last memory about Simon, but Johnathan was right next to her, talking to Jocelyn at the same time. "I'm not sure if she's okay or not." he said, his voice filled with concern. "She seemed to be pale. Too pale. And besides, she's screaming random names."

"I suppose we'll have to cancel the wedding. Poor Jace. He was looking forward to this." Jocelyn said, shaking her head. Clary noticed that her mom was more kindhearted than usual. Was it the fact that she married a good man and had a good life? Or something else?

But Clary jumped up and out of her bed, causing both her mother and brother to jump backwards in shock. "Don't cancel the wedding, I beg you." she said, thinking about Jace and their wedding before this mess.

It was a beautiful day during Clary's first wedding, and it was a plain wedding. Clary could only imagine the wedding that they had before, but instead, on a grander scale, and in Idris. Even though that wasn't her idea of a dream wedding, it was better to make everyone in this world happy.

And who knows? She might be happy in this world as well. It might be different, but she would be seeing all her friends, such as Alec, Isabelle, whoever that vampire dude that she met was, and Jace. She was still thinking that this world was all strange, but it was not only a chance to get to know her brother, it was also a chance to see how life would be.

If everything was right.

Jocelyn stared at her and shrugged. "Okay then, Clary. Your dress is in the closet." She gave her a quick kiss, and then ran down, looking rushed. Johnathan walked over to her and gave her a hug, out of nowhere. Clary was surprised at first, but then returned the hug, hugging her real, actual brother.

"Johnathan-" Clary began.

Johnathan suddenly pulled away and looked at her, still concerned. "You always called me Johnny or John. What happened?"

Clary froze and had to think quickly. But eventually, she had an answer. "I wanted to see how your name would be on my tongue. After all, won't I be saying it during the wedding?" she lied.

Johnathan laughed and wrapped an arm around Clary. "I wish you luck, little sister." he said. "I'll see you soon!" He pulled away once more and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

Clary walked to the closet and opened it, only to reveal a beautiful golden dress. Instead of being something like plain yellow, it seemed to be actually made out of gold, instead of regular fabric. It was shimmering due to the light in the window, and the dress had no straps, which was new to Clary. The dress was long and it seemed to be adjusted to fit her own figure.

It was, indeed, different from her old wedding dress. Her original wedding dress was like her mother's- nothing but a golden sundress. And Jace wore a suit covered in carefully drawn golden runes, which were all drawn on by Clary.

But that was in New York. This was in Idris. She could only imagine how Jace would look like.

Clary quickly changed, and then began to walk downstairs when she heard a high-pitched girl voice.

"Mommy!" she yelled. "Clary's getting married today!"

"Yes, Val," Jocelyn replied. "I know that. You've said that twenty times today."

She walked down the hallway, and saw that whoever Val was, her door was open. She peeked in, and saw a little girl with curly red hair and blue eyes. She looked just like her mother and...

Luke. Luke Graymark, the other person who her mother married. the little mocking voice in her head said. And besides, they named Valentina after Valentine Morgenstern, who killed Hodge Starkweather before he died. They all respected him for who he was- a hero.

Valentine can't be a hero, was the first thought in Clary's mind. But the fact that her own mother, who hated Valentine, named their child after him was enough to show her that this world was different. Everybody that was evil was good, and everybody that was good stayed good. She stayed outside, and nobody noticed her. Val exclaimed, "Tell me about daddy! Tell me about daddy!"

Jocelyn sighed and sat down in a chair. "Are you sure? This is going to be the third time you heard this today."

"Mommy!" she said, quieter than before. Clary saw that she was frowning. "Pleaseeee!"

Jocelyn sighed again and tried to make herself comfortable. "Okay then, Val. Get comfortable."

"Yay!" Val said, sitting on her bed, her feet dangling and not touching the floor. She probably looked about 5, but Clary didn't care about that. She waited for the story to begin, and it did.

"This story begins in Idris, where we meet a handsome man by the name of Valentine Morgenstern. He was already a hero to the Clave, and most of them were recommending him as Consul, even though he was so young. He had a wonderful life with his family- Clarissa Fairchild, Johnathan Morgenstern, and Jocelyn Fairchild. They-"

"Why do you all have different last names?" Val's voice said, interrupting.

"I was going to explain that, Val. They had different last names, because Valentine thought that people should be able to choose between the last name of the wife of the family, or the last name of the husband of the family. Fairchild sounded better with Clary and I, so he let us keep our last names. He was a genius. He was a wonderful man."

"Then came the day when Hodge Starkweather tried to attack. Hodge was a horrible man who decided that destroying the Clave was a wonderful idea, and that it would avenge his ancestor, who was killed because the Clave didn't listen to his ideas. Of course, that was true, since it resulted in his death, but it wasn't necessary. The Clave gave him his own institute- the New York Institute- to apologize, but they claimed that it wasn't their fault. Hodge was angry and decided to attack Idris with his own special army. He stole the Mortal Sword, and then the Cup, before trying to summon the Angel. He had no blood to sacrifice, so when Valentine came to stop him, he attacked."

"Daddy fought him off?" Val asked.

"Yes, Daddy was an excellent fighter, one that was even more skilled than Hodge. But he got careless and Hodge stabbed him, right in the stomach. He was dying, and he knew it, and while Hodge was completing his summoning, Valentine took his sword and managed to crawl over to Hodge. He stabbed him right through the heart, and he fell onto the sand, dead. This was when the Clave was notified by alarms, but by the time they got there, they saw a nearly dead Valentine, who was too weak to apply a healing rune. They nearly did, and oh, I remember the scene."

"What happened?" Val asked, her eyes wide and bright.

"They were going to apply a healing rune, but Valentine raised his hand, calling for attention. He muttered, 'There is no point. I believe that perhaps, life should be a balance. One bad death means one good death in return. I am the weight that needs to be removed.'"

At that time, Clary was starting to feel like the walls around her were pushing her in. Valentine said that? It sounded like Lilith. Too much like Lilith, she thought.

"He asked to have one last conversation with me, and the Clave immediately left. I was alone with my dying husband. He looked at me and said, 'Starkweather stabbed me in the right spot. I think I'm going to die, no matter how many healing runes are applied.'"

"I stared at him, and felt a teardrop roll down my cheek. 'You're not going to die.'"

"He replied with a simple, 'I love you, Jocelyn.' Nothing else. Just that. And then his eyes turned glassy, and his hand, which was somehow in my hand, went limp. I remembered crying that night, and I couldn't stop. I wasn't able to stop. Valentine was remembered as a hero afterwards. He would never be forgotten, and he was burned."

"Oh.." Val said. She turned and saw Clary. "Mommy! Clary's there!"

Jocelyn turned around, and Clary saw that her eyes were slightly glassy, but the tears weren't coming out. "Hello Clary. Ready to go? I'm going to get Luke, and then we're going."

She picked up Val, spun her around, and then placed her on the floor. Val smiled as she held onto Jocelyn's hand. "Let's find Daddy!" she yelled as they walked down the stairs, leaving Clary alone in the house.

Clary didn't mind. It meant peace and thinking about what the hell happened. The story meant that Valentine was a good person. But was that always true?

She thought about this for a while, and then ran down the stairs with her bare feet, still thinking deeply.

And... cut!

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