"Downworlders and Nephilim! Welcome to the first Shadow World's Championship!" Penhallow announced loudly.

She was standing in middle of the park, where we celebrated our victory against Valentine a year ago. Behind her were placed big screens, enchanted by warlocks to be able to see what was going on around Idris. Cause each challenge of the Championship was going to happen in different places of Idris.

Everyone was in their places on the terraces that were placed for this occasion. Well... everyone but Isabelle, Clary, Simon, Dad, Mom, some Consul members (that were behind the Consul), the ones that were competing in the archery challenge and me.

Magnus was in the terraces with Max in his arms, someone needed to look after the little one just in case he was being target. I already lost a little brother, I wasn't going to let anyone take my nephew away from me.

I will reap anyone apart if they even try! I growled in my head angrily.

"Today's contest will be the archery contest" the Consul continued speaking firmly "The participants will be placed in different parts of the forest, in the outskirts of town. They will have to hunt down demons, animals and targets. Their objective might be in the air, on earth, under the water, unmoving or moving" everyone cheered excitedly.

Tch! That will be a kid's game to Alec. I exclaimed in my head cockily. He will win surely! Not that I didn't believe it before, now I just am more sure than before.

"But there are going to be a lot of hidden tramps all over the forest" Robert picked up for Penhallow. My face paled when I noticed the grim look on my father's face "Tramps that are very dangerous and will be hard to pass them or even notice them. Even for a trained shadowhunter!".

The crowd cheered louder, showing what sadists and wicked beast they are. I, on the other hand, began to curse and pray for Raziel in my head, because I knew why father added that. It wasn't for exciting the crowd, it was to warn all of us that Alec was in great danger.

My parabatai, my brother, my best friend, my platonic soul mate was in great danger. He might even die and I was here doing nothing!

"They will be alright Jace, both Max and Alec" my fiancé's voice brought me back from my dark thoughts "Everything will be fine" I turned around and smiled brightly at her, my mood finally settling.

After all who was I to not believe in Clary's words? I thought happily. She always speaks the truth.

If only I knew what would happen afterwards.

You're not the police
You're not the president
You're not the p-p-pope
And it's evident

So maybe you should let me be

I'm gonna do my thing
I'm gonna do my thing
I'm gonna do my thing

[Kaboom!]

I winced internally as that sound came again, and looked up to see who activated the bombs this time. The other time it was a warlock, who luckily was capable of using his magic as a shield. This time it was a werewolf, she wasn't as luckily as he was. She was disqualified and immediately taken care of by Catarina and a silent brother that were nearby. Another Kaboom sounded but this time it was different.

"Look at the sky!" pointed out Clary in a strangled kind of voice.

I looked up and noticed the image of the werewolf and what kind of downworlder she was written in the clouds.(A/N: I know this is very not original, but I just couldn't resist. It was right there and I had to do it).

"What is this? Some kind of bizarre interpretation of The Hunger Games?!" exclaimed the ex-bloodsucker in astonishment and annoyance.

"Hunger what?" questioned Izzy confused and if you were hearing really close, you would have been able to notice a edge of fear in her tone.

I hated this uncertainty of not knowing if my brother, my best-friend, my parabatai was about to be killed and not being able to be there and defend him.

"It is a famous book series" answered Clary grimacing "Each time that someone died inside the fighting coliseum (A/N: I don't know what else to call it) that same sound rang through the whole place, then a picture of the dead one appeared in the sky. However, this happened at night afterwards a lot of deaths".

When Clary finished her explanation I was gripping my parabatai rune as if it was about to vanish in any moment "Relax Jace" tried to calmed me down my fiancé, even when I turned to glare at her.

I knew that I would hate myself and feel so guilty for taking my anger on her, but right now I could only think about Alec and how impotent I was feeling.

"Look!" she ordered me, forcing my face into the big screen "The werewolf is perfectly fine, just a bit banged. Alec will be fine... no, he will be more than fine" it was her time to glare. But it was not from anger as me, it was from determination "He will win the archery challenge" she promised me "Trust him!".

I stood frozen in shock by her little speech. And I knew that she was right... like always.

"Ok" I finally replied when I found my voice "I will calm down and trust Alec"

"Good" she sighed and turned back to watch out for someone or something suspicious.

How could I have ever doubted Alec... or Clary? I thought letting me hope that everything will be fine... no, I didn't hope cause I knew that everything will be fine.

After all, we went through hell. Some racist idiots won't win against us. Would they? I asked myself in my head.

You're not my doctor
You're not my hand to hold
You're not the CIA
I can't be bought and sold

I'm gonna do my thing
I'm gonna do my thing
I'm gonna do my thing

Can't you see that you cannot control the man I am
I am not a puppet on your string
So maybe you should check yourself before you tell me what you think of me
If I'm too hot to handle baby
Drop the heat
Cause this is me

Suddenly a movement from my right caught my attention. I gazed at Clary who was looking right back at me with a grim look, she noticed it too. I nodded and headed the way I saw the shadow-thing go, carefully to not draw attention to myself... which I think it is a first one in history.

After all, I am the most beautiful creature ever created. I bragged in my head. Why wouldn't people be drawn at me?

The shadow was fast and had a grace that only a nephilim could manage. That's when it all finally sank, I was going to face a fellow shadowhunter, one of my own to save a peace that my brother worked so hard to reach. Alec went through sky and seas for the last year, trying to make the governments of all the groups of the shadow world listen. Sometimes he succeed... some other no. But he never gave up.

He achieved a peace treaty after the dark war, he made marriage and adoption valid for both sexes and for mix shadowhunter-downworlder relationships. His wedding was going to be the first one in history to be legal, in the eyes of the nephilim law, between two males and between a shadowhunter and a warlock. He was the first nephilim to adopt a downworlder, and not a werewolf or vampire that were infected with demon blood, not a faerie that has angel blood to balance the demon essence in their veins, but a warlock that are considered the most evil and disgusting creatures under the views of the more conservative shadowhunters.

Alec made a change. He went through hell, and I am not talking of our little trip to pay a visit to Sebastian, but about everything our society had put him through. I might be a better fighter, I might have more angel blood in me, I might be more known and love... but Alec made a difference, he left his mark in our history. He is more than a simple good fighter (we have enough of them), he is a mediator, a politician, a dreamer. He is better than me, I had always known that and now everyone knows it as well.

He is Alexander Gideon Lightwood, a father, the voice of the weak ones and my parabatai. And I will do anything to ensure his happiness, which he deserves so much, and that everything he worked survives... even if it means my life as a sacrifice.

So you would know my anger when I reached the meeting point that the shadow was going to, and heard what they were saying.

"Is everything ready?" the shadowhunter, which I was following, asked a woman (I think she is a werewolf) grumpily and impatiently.

"Cesar is ready. Whenever we get the sign he will activate the spell and Alexander Lightwood will cease to be a problem to us" she replied with an evil smirk.

My heart literally stopped beating. No... no! Not my parabatai! my mind was screaming in desperation and anger. I looked at the screen that they placed nearby, to see what was happening in the coliseum, to only notice that Alec and the faerie representing of the wild hunt were left. They were facing each other, bows up and ready to fire in any moment.

"There won't a mediator of peace anymore, and war will rule in our world again" another nephilim added with dark chuckle "That is the sign. Tell Cesar to activate the spell now!".

"Not if I can stop you!" I exclaimed stepping outside of the shadows, my sword drawn and ready to fight. I knew that this wasn't the plan, not how we planned. But when did I ever followed the rules? I scoffed in my head I will do my own thing! "You will pay for trying to hurt my parabatai!" I promised and charged.

Both shadowhunters tried to stop me but they were the worst failures that the nephilim ever had, but not in the best capacity because they were in their forties, so I defeated him easily. Then I turned towards the werewolf, but the coward had already ran away. Leaving me only with the warlock, Cesar, to fight with. But the trickster used his magic to create smoke that distracted me enough to disappear with the two shadowhunters.

"Dam it!" I cursed under my breath "I didn't get any prisoner for a bargain chip and information! Alec will be angry, especially since I neither followed his plan or got what he wanted from us".

But my attention drifted towards the screen where Penhallow appeared with a huge smile announcing: Lady and gentlemen! We have a winner. Alexander Gideon Lightwood won the archery challenge!" a big smile appeared on my face "Let's cheer for our champion!".

A lot of cheers sounded from behind but I could only stare at the screen smiling at the scene in front of me. Alec and Magnus kissing with little Max in their arms. They are the picture of the perfect family... the image of true happiness.

I looked around me then down to my bloodied sword, and made a promise to myself, Alec and Raziel: "I promise by the angel that I will do everything I can to ensure your happiness Alec and the protection of your family".

With that said I turned around on my heels and headed back towards Clary, we still had a lot of work and planning to do. But now, we will celebrate the victory of my parabatai.

I'm gonna do my thing

I'm gonna do my thing

I'm gonna do my thing

I'm gonna do my thing

I'm gonna do my thing

I'm gonna do my thing

I'm gonna do my thing

I'm gonna do my thing

I'm gonna do my thing

I'm gonna do my thing