Hey, I know that this chapter is extra short, but I got a review today. It was heart warming and she asked for the next chapter so I wrote it right away. So here it is. Thank you so much, Cass Shelly.

Hope you'll like the chapter.

Clary POV

After leaving the institute, I headed to the academy. I missed the beginning of the year because of the whole shadowhunter situation. But now that I'm not one anymore, I can finally get back to what I was always met do, drawing. As I come inside the painting room, the smell of the oil paint hit my nostrils. I take a blank canvas and some brushes. I started spilling the paint on the canvas if like it all I've ever done in my life. And it is. I'm not a hunter, I'm an artist. Too concentrated, I didn't notice a tall guy standing right next to me. I take off my earplugs. I look at him, a small glance at his next and I knew exactly what he wanted.

-"The Clave wants a meeting I presume." I look at him straight in the eyes. A smirk drew in face.

-"Oh no dear Clary, I'm not from the Clave."

As I was about to talk when he grabbed the jar where were kept my brushes, and smashed it on my head. I took me off guards, I automatically fell to the ground. Everything started to spin around me. I quickly fell into unconsciousness.