So... It's been a while. Sorry for the long intermission, I just published my second story and really loved writing it so I neglected this story. Just know that this story will be progressing at a much slower pace tthan beofre and I would also like to apologize at how short this chapter is. Hoppefully I will be getting at least 1,500 words per chapter. I was also thinking about updating weekly, if so then I should have chapters with at least 3,000. (But school starts in four days aan this year is rumored to have more homework that ever so we shall see)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but plot, Cassie gets the rest.

Clary POV

Falling. That's all I could register at the moment. The proximity of my inevitable and immanent death. My hand had somehow found Jace's in the heat of the moment, and I was clamping my hand down to Jace as if it were to be the last time.

In all honesty it was going to be.

(I)Was(I)

I waited to hit something then lose all signs of life instantly. Only one of those two things came true. Plunging into the depths of (I)water?(I)

How am I still alive? Is this heaven or do I get another chance at life? (I)

For a moment I was still with overcrowded emotions running through me. But what I was feeling the most, were feelings of relief. Hope, that I will live another day. Joy, for surviving what seemed like my lethal demise. Happiness, for... Just everything! Wouldn't you be pleased to find out you are alive?

Before I could process anything else, I was jerked out of the water by a rough hand and brought back to reality. Freezing cold, harsh reality. My senses came flooding back to be as I remembered the past week, and five minutes. Jace-the bridge-Jon.

(I)Jon!(I) What was going on with my big brother right now? He isn't nearly as impulsive as me but he makes for a close second. Did he jump in once he saw me fall? Is he mourning over me even though I am breathing? If Jon doesn't know that I am fine he will or he will practically tear himself apart. Then I would do the same. He needs to know that I am alright.

"Clary can you hear me?" The voice that belonged to the arm that pulled me out, and probably saved my life. What was it with me having to be saved? I really need to step up my game.

"J-Jon." I coughed out in pain. Since the adrenaline rush was fading off I was hit with the antagonizing (and quite excruciating) pain. Searing and white hot, my body felt like it was on fire or impacted by a horse. Which wasn't that far off... Every breath began to hurt. I felt as if my lungs were to collapse or stop working from the amount of water I was hacking out.

"Clary where are you? Clary!" A more distant voice echoed, a concerned and frantic voice that was my brother's.

"Jon." I tried again, but it came out as more of a weak rasp.

"We're okay!' Jace yelled out answering what I could not.

"Where are you? How did you survive?"

"Water at the bottom, we are on the side."

"How can we find you?" This was the question that worried me the most. How would we find our way back to Jon and Sebastian? Would there be any chance of saving mom, or even getting out of here?

The anxiety of the present crashed down on me, almost as bad as the physical pain. It seemed like the rock walls were closing in on me, ready to crush me and finish what the bridge failed at.

Everything seemed to be merging together into one large colorful blur. I couldn't make out precise details or define different shades. Suddenly, the world around me swirled like a tornado. I could feel my eyelids dropping but no matter how hard I fought against the darkness that dared to triumph over me, my efforts were useless as the world of darkness found me once again.

Jace POV

Surviving. One word that I had always known, but never took into careful consideration. I never pondered how important this one world really was to me. This word was what happened. I survived. All though my life I struggled for survival in this harsh world. But until I had been on death's edge, I never appreciated how grateful I was for it.

There wasn't any time for relief when I couldn't find Clary. Frantically searching underwater I could feel the arctic waves swelling around me, threatening to overtake me. Butt I could care less the princess was my priority. I found her after what seemed like hours praying I wasn't too late.

The true relief came when I could find her pulse and hear her soft voice speak. Although it was just a quiet rasp, having conformation that she was alive and breathing was what made me overjoyed.

Then came figuring out what to do next. The prince and decided that we would both head south in hope of finding a pathway where we could unite.

Leaning down to see Clary's input I was struck with worry. She had gone limp in my arms, her pulse weakening.

Faster than lighting I scooped her up and charged south looking for anything to help. Clary didn't respond to me, not when I spoke, shook, or shouted at her.

I could feel my own conscious creeping up on me, urging me to just fall down and sleep. But i couldn't do that with Clary on the line.

In the distance I could faintly spot what looked like... houses? That meant civilization and a way out. Running faster than I had in my life I approached the array of houses and was only able to utter out a single word before I fell to the ground.

"Help."