Author's note: Hello! City of Heavenly Fire was released about a month ago! Because this story was written before the release, it ended up straying very far from the story. Of course, it doesn't have to match the books' storylines, but I couldn't help but change some things to match the book.

I've updated the last two chapters!


Clary woke up one morning to an unfamiliar voice. She opened her eyes, surprised to see that she was not in her own bed. As she looked down at the duvet that surrounded her, everything seemed to come back into memory.

She was trapped in the past.

Although Clary was not alone and was, in fact, glad to have her friends, she couldn't help but miss her mother and Luke and New York and just being in the right time period. Of course, she was experiencing something very rare. Clary had traveled back in time and was in the presence of her ancestors.

Remembering that someone had been calling her name, Clary looked up to find Emily, a servant of the Institute. Despite having had Emily's help every morning since she had been there, Clary was still not used to this type of treatment. She stepped into the dress that Emily had brought, admiring it's rich green color. "Wow," she said under her breath.

"It is wonderful, isn't it? It will look even better once it is on you," Emily complimented, taking Clary's hair in a plait. Clary smiled. Her green eyes seemed more noticeable against the green fabric while her hair became an even more fiery red.

"It's... amazing," Clary said as stroked the beads that were carefully placed along the neckline and were showered over the rest of the fabric. "All of these clothes have been great. Where are they from?"

"These were given by Mrs. Branwell," Emily said, finishing with Clary's hair. "New clothing for you and your friends would take ages to be made, and as you both are similar in size, she was able to find a few for you to wear."

"Oh," Clary blushed, "That was nice of her."

Emily smiled at Clary through the mirror, resting the finished plait on Clary's shoulder. "Mrs. Branwell is a very kind woman. And yet, she is very strong," Emily said softly. "In fact, you are no different."


Clary made her way down to breakfast, finding that she was the last to arrive. Henry sat at the head of the table with Charlotte at his right. Across from Charlotte and on Henry's other side sat Tessa, who as usual, sat next to Will, while Cecily was placed in between her brother and Gabriel. Gideon and Sophie were at the end of the table. Alec sat across from them, more reserved but quietly listening to the conversation at hand. Beside him was Isabelle, who was wearing a pink gown that was probably too bright for Izzy's taste but looked great on her nontheless. Next to her was Simon, who noticed Clary as she first arrived. He gestured for her to take the empty next to him, which also happened to be right beside Jace. Everyone's attention, which had previously been on Charlotte as she spoke, turned to Clary as she took her seat in between Simon and Jace. She blushed, uncomfortable under everyone's stare.

"Good morning, everyone," Clary greeted awkwardly. She looked to Jace who only put on the smirk that usually graced his golden features. "Is there something wrong?" she asked.

"We were discussing this power you possess that Magnus-er, the future Magnus- had told us about as we were going over the portal," said Henry, and Clary could tell that he was trying to hide his excitement.

"Is it true?" Will asked from down the table, seated next to Tessa. "Can you really create new runes?"

"Yes.. I can also recreate runes that were not included in the Gray book." As Clary told them this, those from the past looked her in awe.

"That's truly remarkable," Charlotte said, giving the younger girl a soft smile. Clary grinned back.

"Will her power help with the portal to send us back to our own time?" Isabelle asked.

"We have discussed the possibility of creating the portal to return you all to your time with Magnus and he believes it can be done," said Charlotte. "Because it was a rune that brought you here, it may be a rune that will take you back home."

"I will have to be the one to create it," said Clary, understanding what Charlotte was saying.

"It is very dangerous magic," admitted Henry. He look worried, Clary could tell, and it seemed Charlotte could tell as well as she comfortingly placed her hand on her husband's. "You may be sent back to another time."

"I can try," said Clary, desperate to go back home. "I can try to recreate the rune."

"That means... someone will have to attempt to go through that Portal," Charlotte explained. She did not enjoy this, but watching Clary, she could see that the young girl was determined.

Everyone was looking around, wondering you would be the one to risk their life.

"I'll do it."

Everyone turned to the new voice at the doorway. If it were not for the way his hair was casually swept back and the way he now carried himself, no one could have known if it were Magnus Bane from the past or from the future. Magnus had gotten a hold of clothing set for the proper time period and had his arms folded across his chest.

"What? But Magnus-"

Magnus held up a hand as Tessa began to speak. He shook his head. "If anything, I would do alright on my own. I could easily adapt to different periods in time and get help without raising suspicion."

"Magnus, we don't even know if this will work correctly! You could get killed!" Clary argued. Everyone began to agree and put in their own say, urging him.

"I'd rather it be me than anyone else."

"No."

Despite the others having to raise their voices in an attempt to be heard, the tone and firmness of that one word was enough to shut everyone up. They all turned to look at Alexander Lightwood at the end of the table farthest from the doorway as he stared at Magnus with his striking blue eyes. Alec's jet black hair threatened to cover his eyes and made his skin look paler than it really was. He did not break contact with Magnus as he stood up from his seat and it was obvious he was seething.

"You can't go," Alec said quietly. His voice was all that was heard in the room.

"We don't really have much of an option at this point, Alexander," Magnus snapped. He immediately wished he hadn't at the sight of Alec's flinch. "If I don't go, we will never get back to our own time."

"Then I'll go with you."

"No, you will not." It was Isabelle who spoke this time, struggling to get up from her chair in her dress. It would have been funny if not for the heaviness of the situation.

"Isabelle, I have to g-"

"No, you don't!"

Alec looked to his sister, about to fight back, but instead of the look of determination he usually associated with his sister, he saw something else.

Isabelle, who was always much stronger than anyone else he knew, wasn't the girl that sat beside him now. This girl was crying, and Isabelle never cried. Isabelle never looked weak and so disheveled. Isabelle was strong and fearless and confident, but this girl, this person who sat with tears leaking down her face, wasn't the strong or fearless or confident Isabelle he knew. This girl looked scared with her vulnerable dark eyes unprotected by the shield that usually made her so bold. With that barrier gone, he saw his little sister, Izzy. Unlike Isabelle who never needed protecting, Izzy needed to draw strength from those she loved.

"Please, Alec," Isabelle's voice was thick as she spoke and threatened to crack, "I can't lose another brother."

Alec stared at his sister, surprised, then looked to Magnus whose eyes met his. Alec's eyesight blurred as his tears began to spill and went to hug his sister tightly.

"It's alright, Izzy," he rubbed her back as she buried her head in chest. "You won't lose me."


Sorry for the long wait... I know I promised to update more and I'm trying! Hope you enjoyed this chapter because I enjoyed writing it! (: