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Clary was lying on a bed in one of the many guest rooms of the institute.

After Jace dragged her away from the scene of her dead brother and through a portal Magnus made, she had thrown a fit using language she never used before.

Jace had tried to get Magnus to enter her mind to change whatever her brother had done, leading Clary to punch Jace unexpectantly. She would admit she was proud of herself that she had caught Jace off guard.

He fell to the floor, holding his jaw, where she had hit him, and stared at her in shock and hurt etched all over his face.

Clary remembered her exact words that she had spat at him. It had only been a few short hours ago.

"I hate you and will never forgive you!" it came out as low whisper, which made it even more chilling.

Jace's eyes glistened, like tears would begin brimming over, but Clary ran. She ran through the hallways of the institute until she was lost and had entered the closest door which was a guest room.

She jumped on the bed and had cried into the fresh smelling pillow.

She was laying on her back now, tears still streaming down her cheeks but she didn't bother wiping them away. More tears would soon follow, causing her to wipe more away.

The sky outside the window had turned from morning blue to red sunset. Clary realized she hadn't eaten in at least a day, but she didn't feel hungry. She felt sick to her stomach in fact.

She had waited for the others to come find her, but her stunt with Jace must have convinced them to stay away from her.

Clary switched her gaze from the plain white ceiling, to the white and bulky envelope in her grasp.

She was dying to open it and read its contents, but was nervous for the same reason.

Taking a deep breath, Clary sat up and crossed her legs before ripping open the end of the envelope.

She spilled its contents onto the bed. Three thick pieces of ivory coloured pages fell onto the bed, her brothers neat and cursive hand writing sprawled across the pages.

There was two photographs. They both contained Clary and Jonathan. One was of them in Barcelona at the adventure park 'Portaventura'. Clary had begged for them to do something Mundane, and was excited to go on the tallest roller coaster in Europe. The picture showed Clary and her brother taking a picturein front of a saloon, smiling at the camera.

The other picture was of Clary and Jonathan swimming with dolphins in Portugal. Clary laughed at the memory of Jonathan becoming mad when all the dolphins swam away from him. Clary had made him copy her movements as he was being too quick and straight forward that he scared off the mammals. The picture showed them wearing life jackets, again smiling at the camera as they both had an arm around a dolphin.

Clary looked at one of the last two items that fell out of the envelope. It was Jonathan's bracelet.

Acheronta Movebo.

Clary immediately pulled it onto her wrist. She had to circle it around her wrist twice so it wouldn't fall off. She didn't know why she felt the need to wear it, maybe because it was a piece of her brother…

The last item she hadn't looked at now caught her attention.

It was a key.

Not an ordinary key, the part that looked like it should fit into a door was odd and beautiful. It had intricate metal strands that entwined and looked like ivy the decorated the outside of old buildings.

One end was a mass of designs while the other, the swirls of design created the image of an M.

Clary decided to read the letter before trying to figure out the meaning of the strange key. Picking up the seemingly expensive paper, Clary began to read.

To my dear sweet sister, Clarissa.

If you are reading this, I presume the worst has happened and I was killed, hopefully not at your hand.

I wrote this letter for you, so that you would always have some of my final thoughts with you.

Over the last two months, you may not believe me, but they were two of the best months of my life.

As you know, our father wasn't the most...compassionate and our mother abandoned me because she was afraid. You listened to me and I could see the understanding in your eyes.

You wouldn't understand the feeling of another person's acceptance towards you when all your life you've been a weapon being developed.

I owe you so much for showing me honest compassion.

This is one of the reasons that I am writing this letter.

Now that I'm gone, as the last Morgenstern you receive all assets I had inherited. This includes Morgenstern Manor, the second dimensional apartment we stayed in over the previous two months, everything in both estates and last of all, the infernal cup.

I know you disagreed with my use of it, but there may be a chance you can use it to your advantage and use it to change the unfairness of the clave, maybe even make the shadow world better.

I forgot to mention, the shadowhunters that are already turned, are ordered by me to be loyal to you if anything happened to me. Use them well.

I'm hoping you are the one to read this letter, as I want the choice of what happens to the cup and everything it's done, to be up to you.

You will find the cup in Morgenstern Manor. Use the specialized key. You'll know how and when to use it.

I was planning for you to create a rune to find it, so no idiots from the clave could lay their hands on it. It's hidden very well if I may say so myself.

Aside from the talk of inheritance, I wanted to write this letter so I could apologize. I know I could write a book on everything I should be apologizing for, but a letter will have to do for now.

I want to apologize for taking Jace away from you in the first place, instead of you. I'm sure you would have refused to come with me willingly, but we won't know that now, will we?

I want to apologize for acting on feelings that disgusted you. I won't lie and say those feelings are gone, but I do apologize for making you uncomfortable.

I want to apologize for causing you so much pain and grief. You didn't deserve it and yet you were caught in the middle of it all.

I especially wanted to apologize for only getting to know you in a short amount of time. I wish we could have had much more time together.

I must admit that I knew of you when our father learned of your existence. Months before we ever met. I knew who you were and what we were to each other.

If it wasn't for our father, I would have dropped everything, just to make up for lost time.

Of course I was furious at first when I learned that women left me behind because she hated me and went to raise you, but I started to think after a while of what it meant.

I thought about how there was someone in the world like me. Someone who could understand me and someone who could show me everything I was deprived of all my life.

Affection.

Compassion.

Faith.

Trust.

Someone that would look for me for help.

Love.

Would you believe that you're the first person to make me genuinely smile? Even laugh?

I may not have shown it, but you are the most important thing to me. I would quite literally move heaven and raise hell just to make you smile. You may think that's an exaggeration, but it's the truth.

I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for all of my misdeeds. If I could travel through time, I would change many events just to get more time with my little sister.

I hope that one day, we can meet again. Maybe not in heaven or hell, but if there was a chance to have be reborn, I would search the earth for you and spend every moment trying to learn more about you and show you how much you mean to me…

I know this letter sounds like the work of a mad man, whose to say what's normal?...but as I've already said, this letter is for you to know of some of my final thoughts and to tie up loose threads.

So, dear sister. This is where I end this letter.

Burn it

Keep it.

Keep it under lock and key.

It is up to you, I just hope you read it and understood its contents.

I will always love you, as a sister and more. I hope whatever choices you make, work in your favor.

You're brave, intelligent, compassionate and so much more. Never change for anyone or anything.

Love always, as I will love you.

You brother, Jonathan Morgenstern.

More tears streamed down her face as she finished the letter.

She knew what her next step would be.