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Jace sat on the porch in a rocking chair, thinking about what he had just heard. He had rushed away from the scene, not wanting to hear anything more.

Engaged… Engaged… Engaged… Engaged…

That was probably the most disgusting word he had ever heard in his life. He never wanted to hear it again. He would never speak it again. It felt wrong. The word tasted strange on his tongue.

Like pennies.

Like he was going to be sick.

She's engaged? To someone else?

Else? Where the fuck did that come from, dumbshit?

Er… I'm not sure.

You fuckhead, she won't marry you.

What?

Look at you!

What's wrong with me?

You're a scumbag. You think you can snatch a goddess from heaven? What a joke!

He sighed and started rocking again.

"I knew you were there," a voice said from behind him, causing him to jump.

"Go away, Isabelle. I don't want to hear it." He had already heard enough tonight, hadn't he? Why would she follow him? Couldn't she let him wallow in self-pity by himself? God damn it.

Isabelle raised a brow and sat beside him.

"Get over yourself, asstard. Why did you listen in if you didn't want to hear?"

Jace blinked and was shocked. He thought Goddesses couldn't swear. Yet here she was saying 'ass' like there was no tomorrow. Huh. "I didn't know what I was going to hear! Okay? Now can you leave me alone?" Jace leaned farther back and glared at her. He was really showing his true nature. He was an ass, truly. He didn't care anymore. Clary wasn't around to impress. Fuck it all.

Isabelle sat back and put her feet up on the railing in front of them. She wasn't fazed by his behavior at all. It made him wonder if it was because she knew he was a jerk by nature. Or maybe that she had already known he was an asshole.

"You sound like him. Just like him."

Jace sat up, wondering what she was talking about. "Sound like whom?"

One word explained everything. "Jonathan."

Jace grimaced. "If you're here to lecture me about staying away from her, or some shit, just leave." He was already going to stay away from her. What the hell else was he supposed to do? Why the fuck did she think she had to come out here and tell him that? He was on the verge of saying some very bad choice swears to get her to leave when she replied.

Isabelle crossed her arms. "That's not why I'm here." Her tone was annoyed, and he could have sworn she was about to swear, again.

"Isn't it?" he asked quietly. He didn't want to hear it. Hearing it would make it real. Hearing it would make it unavoidable. He didn't want to hear it. It would solidify everything. Make it true. He was still holding onto the belief that it wasn't true. That it wasn't real. How could it be?

"I wanted to tell you that she's due to marry as soon as your contract with her has run out," Isabelle said, folding her hands on her chest as she leaned back.

Why the fuck was she telling him this? Was she trying to piss him off? "Yeah, well. In eighty years, I'll be dead, so…" he said sarcastically. Eighty years. He should hold onto the time he had – right? Not.

Isabelle scoffed. "You're really stupid, aren't you?"

Jace turned to her and glared. "Why aren't you leaving again?" If she was going to come over to him just to insult him, she could bring herself somewhere where she was wanted, because he sure as heck didn't want her here. He voiced this with, "Remind me why you visited again?"

Isabelle ignored him and started to talk again. "Don't you remember the wording of the wish? 'Stay with me forever'."

Jace rolled his eyes and replied, "And?"

"Nobody has figured it out yet… But you said 'forever'. Technically that means that you won't die, ever. In fact, if you look at the semantics of the wish, you'll be eternally young. Living forever means eternal youth. You'll live forever – immortal. Just like the gods and goddesses of heaven."

Jace whipped his head toward Isabelle.

"What?" he hissed. That hadn't been what he meant by 'forever'. He had meant forever in human terms. But, thinking about it, it made sense. If goddesses were immortal, then forever really did mean forever. He had said 'forever' but their ideas of forever were different. She was bound to him, and he to her. So of course, that meant that he live forever, just like her. He had planted a goddess by his side, and achieved eternal life in one wish, just by wording. If Jace hadn't been scared shitless for the repercussions, he might have patted himself on the back.

"That means you can go after her." Isabelle stood up, and walked away.

Go after her…

Go after her…

Go after her…

He fell asleep with those words in his head.

"Fanuilos heryn aglar

Rîn athar annún-aearath,

Calad ammen i reniar

Mi 'aladhremmin ennorath!"

Jace's eyes fluttered open, and his ears began to focus on a beautiful sound coming from the outside of the temple. What was it? He sat up and listened harder, realizing that it was a voice – a beautiful voice. After a moment, he also realized it was not one voice, but three voices! He quietly stepped from his bed and towards the window, hoping to glance at the owner of the enchanting voice. He peeked from the glass window, and realized that it was in fact his own Goddess! Singing!

He squinted his eyes, hoping to uncover the other mysterious voice. However, the real mystery was where the other two voices were coming from. He squinted harder and realized that there were two glowing bodies standing steadily behind the goddess. He looked harder and realized that the bodies were not standing, but floating.

They were glowing a bright white. From behind Clary were a set of twins, with matching white hair and sheets of white around their bodies. But what really mystified him were the wings. The celestial bodies had wings! Are they goddesses? But wait... Clary doesn't usually glow like that. He had only seen her glow once, when making a wish.

He took the moment to take in her beauty: long luscious red hair and wise green eyes. As she always did, a long white dress framed her body. So beautiful… So fair…

Clary's arms rose, and she began to glow a bright white as she reached towards the sky, singing her heart out to the heavens. The heavens… her home…

Her fiancé.

A sudden emptiness filled him, a hollow regret that seeped into his heart. Bitterness took him and he couldn't help but ask another question.

Did she sing to her fiancé too?What does it matter to you?

Chicken shit.

"A Elbereth Gilthoniel

I chîn a thûl lin míriel

Fanuilos le linnathon

Ne ndor haer thar i aearon."

Clary could remember the first time she had sung this song. It was the first day that she met Valentine, at only four small years of age. She already had a beautiful voice, but was too shy to sing.

She had been crying because a beautiful butterfly had died. At the time, she didn't understand. What was wrong with the butterfly? Why wasn't it moving? She turned around, and noticed a tall man with broad shoulders walking beside her nanny and towards her. She didn't understand the concept of death. She didn't understand why the butterfly couldn't just go right back into the body.

"I do not understand," she whispered, "I do not understand why this happens. Why does it die?"

She sniffed and held the butterfly in her hand, earning a sympathetic look from the man and a disapproving glare from her nanny.

"Clarissa, what have I told you about picking things up from the ground?"

"B-But! The butterfly; it died-ed. Why is it not moving?"

The tall man knelt onto one knee, and placed his hands over hers, and smiled.

He whispered quietly, and opened her hands. The butterfly, now alive, flew from her hands and into the sky.

"Wow, Mister! That was amazing!"

"Thank you, young Clarissa. My name is Valentine. I am going to be your mentor."

Clary's eyes went wide. "Really?" She cheered and danced in a circle before Valentine swooped down and picked her up.

"What are we going to learn today, Mr. Valentine?"

"A song, Clarissa. It is a song to honor the earth, and to sing to your loved ones."

"I like to sing, Mr. Valentine. Did you know that I liked to sing? I like to sing lots. La la la la la la!" she sang from his arms.

"That is beautiful, Clarissa. Now, sing to the tree, remember all of the happiness you have ever felt, and sing to the tree in our native tongue. Put your soul into the song, young one."

From the moment the song left her lips, they were bound together.

Student and teacher.

"A elin na gaim eglerib

Ned în ben-anor trerennin

Si silivrin ne pherth 'waewib

Cenim lyth thílyn thuiennin."

The second time the song was sung by Clary was at her mother's funeral. In heaven, death was mourned for years. The families of the deceased would dress in white for the grieving period of their choice, and on the most important dates in the deceased's life, they would wear green, orange, red, brown and other natural colors to symbolize the passing into the natural world.

Funerals were very different for the divine beings. The body of the person was held on an ornate block, and carried by four men into a tomb of the person's ancestors. However, the body was dressed in the most luscious of fabrics, and paraded through the capital city (when the person was important) and the citizens would throw white and pink roses.

When a goddess or mentor died their body left Heaven, but their spirit was still alive. It could manifest its self once a year on a single day. On October 31st, the souls of the dead (coincidently the day after Jocelyn died) would visit their loved ones.

At Jocelyn's, wife of the All Mighty's, funeral, the entire residence of heaven gathered by the roads of the capital city in order to have a procession to the tomb of her line. Everyone – including the spirits that were visiting for the once a year visitation. Every citizen wore white, dressed in their mourning garb, and walked in a very slow line towards the outskirts of Butterfly Valley. At the front of the line were the All Mighty and his three daughters, following the body of Jocelyn.

That song was sung over and over. Clary walked behind her father with her mentor, still a young girl, and began to sing the song, soon followed by her sisters, her father, Valentine and the carriers of her mother. Eventually, the entire line of thousands of citizens were singing in harmony the Song of Gilthoniel.

For nine days, they traveled without stopping towards the village where Jocelyn's line originated. Goddesses glowed (naturally), but their light diminished when there was overwhelming sadness in their hearts. As the most beloved Goddess in Heaven had died, there was no light to guide the way. They lit lamps and rode their horses, and walked with the lamps raised above their heads extended forward for days. The whole time they sung, showing their distress.

In order to comfort them, angels would appear, wrapping them in the most comfort a goddess or mentor could have. Clary's twin angels, Evening Star and Morning Star, were reflections of Clary herself, and just like every other angel, they loved their goddess more than anything in the world. It was for this reason that at funerals, angels often held their goddesses and mentors tightly, helping them with their sadness.

It was the saddest she had ever been.

She still wore white to remember.

A Elbereth Gilthoniel
Men echenim sí derthiel

Ne chaered hen nu 'aladhath

Ngilith or annún-aearath.

The third time she had sang the song was many years later. In fact, it was nearly three hundred years.

Once again, the whole of heaven gathered in the capital city to celebrate the All Mighty's second daughter passing the test for a First Class Goddess. Valentine had watched proudly from the Mentor's box, taking in the congratulations from every other mentor in heaven. It was an important moment – for both mentor and goddess.

There was a lot of traditional dancing, and celebration songs. Rose petals were thrown into the air, and there was a large feast. At the end of the night, the All Mighty One announced that his daughter, Clarissa would be officially betrothed to the recently licensed mentor, Jonathan Morgenstern, son of Valentine Morgenstern.

This brought on another celebration, and that was when Clary knew, she knew.

It was time to sing a song that had not been heard in heaven for three hundred years.

As she sung, slowly, but surely, the citizens joined in the song, until once again, Githoniel's Song was accepted back into heaven.

Now, every time she sang the song, she did not think of death, but of life. The other gods and goddesses thought the same.

And that was a very encouraging thought.

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