Disclaimer: I am not Cassandra Clare. I do however, own Ciara and Alyssa. That's just a plus.

Btw, I'm back at school now, so updates will sadly only come after homework. And I have my own personal project and another fanfic story on the go, all of which demand my time. So although the process is slow, I don't want to spurt out a speed written piece that has hundreds of mistakes and no thought put into it. So here we go.

Enjoy!

Chapter songs

Hanging by a Moment- Lifehouse
Eclipse (all yours)-Metric
and many others!

Lithium, don't wanna lock me up inside
Lithium, don't wanna forget how it feels without
Lithium, I wanna stay in love with my sorrow
Oh, but God I wanna let it go

Come to bed, don't make me sleep alone
Couldn't hide the emptiness, you let it show
Never wanted it to be so cold
Just didn't drink enough to say you love me

I can't hold on to me
Wonder what's wrong with me?

Lithium, don't wanna lock me up inside
Lithium, don't wanna forget how it feels without
Lithium, I wanna stay in love with my sorrow

Don't wanna let it lay me down this time
Drown my will to fly
Here in the darkness I know myself
Can't break free until I let it go, let me go

Darling, I forgive you after all
Anything is better than to be alone
And in the end I guess I had to fall
Always find my place among the ashes

I can't hold on to me
Wonder what's wrong with me?

Lithium, don't wanna lock me up inside
Lithium, don't wanna forget how it feels without
Lithium, stay in love with mmm
I'm gonna let it go

Clary's voice had haunted his dreams, but never had he heard her sing like this. It was almost as if she had experienced the song in some way, fallen from the heavens she had once commanded. He crawled over to her, and she slumped against him, crying out, but Jace didn't see any tears. He doubted she ever cried now.

"I couldn't stop it, I..." she trailed off, burying her head into Jace's side.

Down there in that deep black hole, time seemed to stretch for eternity.

Ciara was thrashing on the bed wildly by the time Isabelle received the message she was having some kind of fit. Rick had managed somehow to secure her arms, but her feet were kicking and she was making terrible noises that chilled Isabelle to the bone.

Nicki grabbed her legs, after receiving a few kicks in the face. Isabelle shook her shoulders, but Ciara didn't respond. In fact, she seemed to get worse. Isabelle screamed at Simon to get Magnus, whilst Amber was told to deal with Alyssa, who was standing on the roof after running away from the library. Isabelle feared she was going to make a break for it, and then she would lose one of her last living links to Jace.

Magnus burst into the room, and slapped Ciara savagely across the face. Her eyes flew open, and they were terrified orbs of greeny blue. Her squirming ceased, and she looked around the room, scared, and she looked like a little girl. Completely lost.

She looked like Jace did when Maryse first brought him home, or Clary when Luke refused to have anything to do with her.

It settled in Isabelle's mind then, just who she was. A Morgenstern on her mother's side, and a Herondale on her fathers. Alyssa's twin sister. Ciara Elizabeth Herondale.

Oh hell.

Isabelle decided to talk to her in the library.

Ciara kept her eyes fixed on the floor, not looking up to look at Isabelle as she paced up and down the length of the library, trying to think of something to say to the girl.

Ciara moved, walking over to one of the many shelves on the library walls. She pulled a thick, slightly dusty volume off and sat down with it by the fire, tracing her fingers across the surface, brushing her hair back over her shoulder to cover the back of her neck.

Isabelle peered over her shoulder, and found herself looking at a photo of Jace, all of nineteen years old, in his shadowhunting gear, playing the piano. The girl looked at it solemnly, and flipped the page to a photo Isabelle knew well.

Jace had never been happier than that day, with a smile that seemed to stretch to the heavens, all because of the tiny woman at his side. Clary's white dress was a stark contrast to his traditional black suit, and she was smiling too, her red hair spilling out from the top of her head as vibrant and passionate as the love they shared.

"He smiled sometimes, when I was younger, too small to really remember. We travelled, sometimes on our own, and sometimes with the Academy. And then, he just stopped. He didn't smile the way he used to, and we never went anywhere. It was around about then when he took her pictures down and put her things away. I didn't realise then that it meant he'd given up on finding her." She moved her fingers to her neck. Her voice sounded as if there were tears behind it, and Isabelle found herself sitting next to the girl. She took the album out of Ciara's hands, and flicked to her favourite photo.

"This was my husband, your father's older brother. He died a few years ago, but he always said there was more to Clary's disappearance than met the eye. He died trying to find out what really happened, but I never told Jace. Just as Jace never went to his funeral."Ciara looked, but not for long. "He said that it couldn't be a coincidence that the day Clary disappeared was the day Jonathon vanished underground. He was convinced that he had her, and ultimately it was his downfall." Isabelle shut the album as Ciara got to her feet and crossed the library to another row of shelves, skimming her fingers over the spines.

"I know it's here..." she muttered, finally selecting a volume at random and opening it, grinning in delight. From within the pages she produced a thin sheet of paper, with ornate writing on that Isabelle recognised as Clary's."y rhai sy'n cael eu colli fydd ar gael, a gyda geiriau hyn atseinio, bydd eu heneidiau dychwelyd i mi." She spoke softly.

"what in the Angel's name does that mean?"

"those who are lost shall be found, and with these words resound, their souls will return to me. It's a finding spell that my father always said he hid in the library, and never got to use." She said, her voice flat and emotionless.

She ran again, and this time Isabelle let her.

Ciara sat down at Jace's old grand piano, her fingers resting lightly on the keys. Everything was going wrong, and her world was tumbling down around her, along with the lie she had lived behind for so many years. Determined she started playing, the first song she had ever wanted her father to teach her, one that she thought at the time fitted his personality, though now she knew that it was more metaphoric, mainly becuse her father still was a warrior. But not a Knight.

I'll never be
A knight in armor
With a sword in hand,
Or a kamikaze fighter;
Don't count on me
To storm the barricades
And take a stand,
Or hold my ground;
You'll never see
Any scars or wounds -
I don't walk on coals,
I won't walk on water:
I am no prince,
I am no saint,
I am not anyone's wildest dream,
But I can stand behind
And be someone to fall back on.

Some comedy -
You're bruised and beaten down
And I'm the one
Who's looking for a favor.
Still, honestly,
You don't believe me
But the things I have
Are the things you need.
You look at me
Like I don't make sense,
Like a waste of time,
Like it serves no purpose -
I am no prince,
I am no saint,
And if that's what you believe you need,
You're wrong - you don't need much,
You need someone to fall back on...

And I'll be that:
I'll take your side.
If I'm the only one,
I'm used to that.
I've been alone,
I'd rather be
The half of us,
The least of you,
The best of me.
And I will be
Your prince,
I'll be your saint,
I will go crashing through fences
In your name. I will, I swear -
I'll be someone to fall back on!
I'll be the one who waits,
And for as long as you'll let me,
I will be the one you need.
I'll be someone to fall back on:
Your prince,
Your saint,
The one you believe you need
I'll be - I'll be
Someone to fall back on.

This Life of Scars and Killing, it had taken everything from her that she cared for, and left her with only one member of her family to fall back on.

She ran to her Uncle.

Viola. Please review, cause I'm the kind of author that needs to be told what people think about their story otherwise I just think it's rubbish and don't do anything more.

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Vikki;)~