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Jace was mulling over his thoughts, while Clary sat and watched him from the sidecar. It was strange, Clary thought. She had never seen a human that was so beautiful. She had heard that in some cases, humans were given gifts of beauty and fairness from Angels. However, as Jace's file had said, he was quite young. No Angel had given him this gift…

"You are quite attractive," Clary said bluntly before she could help herself. She looked up at Jace. He was looking at her with an intense eye and smirking. She could only describe this grin as one that a wolf would give his prey. It made her nervous. Then she realized that she had called him attractive - to his face! She quickly covered her mouth and gasped, "I am very sorry, Mr. Jace Lightwood. I did not mean to say that. I misspoke…"

Jace did something Clary did not expect. He frowned and stopped the bike so he could speak with her.

"Do you mean that I'm unattractive, Clary?" Clary turned bright red and hid her face by looking down.

"Not at all, Mr. Jace Lightwood. I apolo-"

Jace interrupted her then, "Cut it out with that, Clary; honestly."

Clary looked up at him. What did he mean? His face looked angry. Had she… done something? She hadn't meant to! In fact, she hadn't meant to say anything, at all. She suddenly cursed her mouth. All her life, Clary had said things, not realizing that she was speaking aloud. It had become most annoying to her, especially after she had accidentally done it in front of the All Mighty One. She had said nothing bad; only mumbled about breakfast. It was quite embarrassing, though!

"I do not understand, Mr. Jace Li-"

"That!" he exclaimed, "Don't call me 'Mr. Jace Lightwood'! We're friends, aren't we?"

Something within Clary sped up when he said that. They were… friends? Friends… Friends. She liked the sound of that. Friends… Friends… Friends…

"Yes, I guess we are…?" She posed it as a question, not sure what to call him now. What did you call a person who was your 'friend' when you were bound by a contract to stay by their side, forever? Clary had friends in heaven, but, not human friends. What did humans even call each other when they were friends? Clary was not sure at all.

"Just call me 'Jace'."

Humans were so odd. In fact, Clary almost never came in contact with humans. She only saw them when they got a call into the Goddess Help Line. Usually, she wasn't the one that answered the calls from Earth. She had only answered four calls from the Help Line in her whole career. She had worked for the Goddess Help Line for roughly six hundred years. That was a long time to only grant four wishes… When she had gotten her Earth training license, she had spoken to many humans, and learned their ways. However, that had been seven hundred years ago.

Six hundred years ago, Clary had gotten her First Class Goddess certification. It had taken her three hundred years to get to First Class Goddess. In heaven, being a First Class Goddess was something that not many goddesses could achieve. It was a great honor, because it meant that you were very powerful, and also, very responsible and wise. One could not achieve becoming a First Class Goddess unless he had the strength to support all of the mystical energy, and the space in his brain to learn everything that he must. To become this powerful being, you had to be passionate and wise, and be able to see the bright light.

Clary's elder sister, Isabelle, did not become a First Class Goddess when she planned to take the exam. She had decided that she liked to lie.

It wasn't impossible to lie; a goddess was just not allowed to. You were not supposed to lie under any circumstance. Isabelle ignored that rule, and because of it, she had had her license revoked several times in the last hundred years. Isabelle liked to lie. In fact, she did it too often. Each time she had her license revoked, she got depressed, and then felt sorry for what she did. But, as soon as she got her license back, she was back to using magic – and lying.

So, it showed one that it was not just power, strength and capability that go into becoming a First Class Goddess. You had to have wisdom, and you had to be mentally strong, good willed, and are able to be spiritually connected with the Earth and all of its surroundings. People that did not have this (as easy as it may seem) could never become First Class Goddesses.

That was more than ninety-five percent of heaven's population.

Clary did not understand what fueled some of the things that humans did… She didn't understand why they all hurt each other, and caused pain to each other when they were all that they had in the world. She didn't know why anyone would want to hurt the people that they saw each day. It confused her. She would never do something like that – would she?

Humans, she thought, they are so… aggravating. Clary recalled something that her mentor, Valentine, had told her a very long time ago. They whine, and they complain, and they don't know what's best for them. They kill each other over the stupidest things, and yet… she thought. When they believe in something – when they truly believe that there is something worth fighting for… they will stand up and die for their cause, even if they might never see the results of it.

Clary had many fond memories of her time with Valentine. He was the best mentor a Goddess could wish for. He was a magic maker.

Whatever happened to Valentine…? she wondered.

"Hey, Clary, are you okay?" Jace asked suddenly, as they drove around looking for a place to stay.

Clary looked up and smiled, "I'm fine. I was just thinking about my family and friends in heaven." Clary noticed that as she said this, Jace's face fell, and he seemed to become stiff.

"Listen, Clary… We need to talk. I… er… I'm sorry, you know?"

"Whatever for, Mr. Jace?"

"For well… I guess for taking you away from your family. I just got carried away for a moment… and it kind of just came out. The wish, I mean… So, I'm sorry." Jace looked genuinely regretful. A sudden shoot of pain in her heart made her pause. Why was she hurt by this? Was it because he regretted having her here? She could imagine so. She was the reason that they had nowhere to sleep tonight. She felt bad for what she had done now. But… What exactly did she do? The look on his face made her feel as though she should comfort him. What do you say to something like this? How do you reply to such an apology of regret? Should she brush it off and pretend that she didn't hear him? Or should she say something to make him feel better about it?

"It is okay, Mr. Jace. I enjoy your company quite a bit." Once it left her mouth she regretted the words. It sounded like she didn't want to be with him – with the words she had chosen. Why did she make that mistake?

Clary could remember when she would have screamed and shouted at the idea of being with a man forever. In some ways, she still did. It wasn't Jace's fault. It was her. She wasn't very fond of men, ever since Valentine had left…

Whatever happened to Valentine…?

Many years ago, Clary was as outlandish as she could be. Many people thought that, although she had the power to become a First Class Goddess, she never would because of her outlandish statements and her odd behavior. As she grew, she stopped being like that. It wasn't good for her family. Being the daughter of the All Mighty One made it harder for her to be rebellious. She just grew out of her fiery nature… Valentine had told her many years back that one should strive to be the person that everyone adored…

Whatever happened to Valentine…?

As she felt a memory appear, she felt it flutter away before she could completely grasp it.

Whatever happened to Valentine…?

Whatever happened to Valentine…?

She didn't realize she had asked the question several times already.

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