Clary's POV

WOAH. Some guy just randomly came and joined the fight and killed a Forsaken, and he wasn't even a Shadowhunter! He was wearing a green tunic, brown boots, white pants, and a long green hat. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and pointed ears. Not the normal human pointed ears but actual pointed ears like an elf! His ears had blue piercings. His weapons out were a sword and bow and arrows. Maybe he was one of the Fair Folk. But why would a Faerie be helping us? After he killed the Forsaken, he put away his weapons. He only got minor cuts and bruises.

"Who are you?" asked Jace.

Before the guy could answer, he closed his blue eyes and collasped on the ground.

"Jace! We have to help him!" I said.

"You're right. Alec, help me pick him up and bring him to the Institute." said Jace.

"Aren't we going to get in trouble if we bring a mundane to the Institute?" asked Alec.

Isabelle shook her head."Alec, do you see his ears? They're not fake, he's not a mundane."

"What about his e-oh..."

"We can explain this to your parents in the morning when they wake up." I said.

Jace and Alec picked the stranger up and carried him to the Institute while me and Isabelle carried his weapons: his sword, bow and arrows, a grappling hook... and...bombs?

How the hell did he get a grappling hook and bombs?

Me and Isabelle put his weapons in the weapons room. We cleaned up his wounds, set him down in a guest room and left. We left a note on the bed saying to come downstairs when he wakes up. Alec and Isabelle left to their rooms to sleep while me and Jace stayed outside.

"I hope he's okay... he saved our lives by endangering his.." I said.

"He'll be fine," said Jace. "His pulse was normal and he didn't lose too much blood."

I hope he'll live...