A/N: I feel SOOO BAD that it's been so long since last I updated my story. I've been very, very busy. Please forgive me!
I hope that you do enjoy this chapter. You might disagree but this is my favorite chapter so far.
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Clary sat there in silence just staring at Ian. Then she started to laugh. At first it was just a short chuckle but then escalated to a hysterical, uncontrollable laughter. She was shortly grasping her stomach, gasping for breath. She finally gathered herself enough to say, "Oh my gosh. You had me going for a minute." Ian raised an eyebrow. Clary was still smiling. "Ian, don't tell me you're serious." Clary's smile disappeared and then she was yelling. "You're serious? You really believe that I'm not human? WHAT? Am I from Mars? Or maybe Pluto? Oh, WAIT! I forgot that's not a planet anymore! Oh, I KNOW! Maybe I'm from FREAKIN KRYPTON!"

Ian stopped her rant before she could start anew. "I never said you were from another planet. I simply said that you are not human."

Clary just gaped at him. "BECAUSE THAT IS SOOO MUCH BETTER!" Clary stood up and paced for a moment, combing her fingers through her hair. She stopped and looked at Ben who had said nothing. "Ben, tell him he's being absurd."

Ben just kept looking at his hands. His mind was searching frantically for a way out. Seeing no other way out he quickly whispered, "Ýpnos." Ben quickly jumped out of his chair and caught Clary before she hit the floor. In his desperation, he had, essentially, caused her to pass out, buying him more time. He turned on Ian.

"Take it easy on her!"

"I simply told her the truth. She asked me to spit it out. I did."

"She didn't know it would be something like that!"

Ian studied Ben for a moment then said, "Maybe you're right. It falls to you now to make her believe. She trusts you."

"How am I supposed to tell her that everything you said is true?"

"I do not know. This is just one of your trials at the beginning of hers."

"Dáskalos—"

Ian cut him off. "Enough. Now wake her."

Ben knelt down beside her and put his hands on either side of her face and murmured, "Ichni!"

Clary's eyes snapped open. She looked around her, trying to figure out where she was. Her eyes settled on Ben. "What happened?"

"It seems you passed out but you're okay now. Try to stand up. It may take a minute to get yourself back together."

Clary sat in her chair. "I'm fine. Did you tell him he's being stupid?"

Ben looked sidelong at Ian. He took a deep breath. "I can't really do that, Clary."

She studied his eyes for a moment, almost looking hurt, as if she knew what he was about to say. "Why not?"

"I can't do that because he's telling you the truth. You aren't human. Well, at least not… entirely human."

"How do you know?"

He looked away from her eyes back down to his hands again. He let out a pent up breath. Without looking up he said, "I know because I am the same as him. I am the same as you."

A tear formed at the corner of Clary's eye, a tear of betrayal, almost breaking and dropping but she blinked it away. It appeared that she had resigned herself to listen; as if she knew what they were saying was true in her heart. "What am I, then?

He looked inter her eyes, feeling ashamed for having to make her feel this way. "You—We," he amended, "are something different," he smiled, "better; ancient. We were created thousands of years before Christ by—I'm sorry. I'm going out of order." He quickly gathered his thoughts. "Let me just say that all—most of the myths, legends and tales are true or have a grain of truth inside them. For instance, elves exist." He paused to let her take that piece of information in. She shifted in her chair, looking uncomfortable. He went on. "Vampires, werewolves, goblins, orcs, dragons, dwarves, fairies, wizards, witches, angels and demons all exist. We are a mixture of all of these. We are called Polemistí̱ti̱s Moíras, Warriors of Fate. We stand in the light but also the dark. We keep the peace between them. We are a force of nature and of magic. We are born to fight. We are born to learn. We are born to teach. We are born to lead. We are born warriors. Everything we do is for the good of the world. But we must be very careful in everything we do. One poorly-thought-through action can tip the precarious balance of good and evil inside of us and we become a nearly unstoppable force ravaging the earth. Being a Polemistí̱ti̱s Moíras is not an easy thing, but it is our fate."

Clary shook her head. "No, this is impossible. We are humans!"

"Because we must live among humans, we appear as human. If we were to live among elves we could, if we chose to do so, change our appearance to match theirs. Of course, it takes training to do so. That is what Ian and I are here for; to train you to use your abilities to their fullest extent."

"I don't want to do this!" She stood up. "I like my life! I don't want this!"

Ben looked down, ashamed. Clary walked toward the door. Ian stood. "CLARY!" he boomed. "This is not a choice. Becoming a Polemistí̱ti̱s Moíras will happen with or without us. If you do not agree to let us teach you then the Institute will come get and train you. Trust me. You do not want them to train you. Let us help you."

Clary crossed her arms. Tears were dripping off her cheek. She wiped them off with her palm and sniffed. She turned away and said in acceptance, "Whatever."

Ian smiled. "Very well. We will start tomorrow. Come to me at dawn."

"Fine," she said. She wouldn't have conceded but she knew they were telling her the truth. She knew because, at some point in their conversation, she realized that they were all talking in Greek; a language she had never studied. Yet she had spoken it as if it were English. They were telling the truth and she knew but she hated that she knew it. She walked up the stairs and out the door. She ran all the way home, tears dripping off of her cheeks.