Author's Note: As always, thank you guys for reading and reviewing. Special thanks to Onesmartcookie78! I went back to the previous chapters and fixed the mistakes you pointed out. If you ever feel like offering your services as a beta, send me a PM. I would take you up on it in a heartbeat.

Chapter 10: Technology to the Rescue

Simon looked over his shoulder at Jace and Clarissa. He was sitting in his desk chair, and they were sitting on his bed. Jace seemed impatient; he kept tapping his foot on the ground and twisting around as if he needed to be intimately familiar with every nook of the room.

Simon booted up his computer. He had tried sending an email to the address Jace had provided from his phone, but it hadn't gone through. He had a few ideas, but he tended to think it awkward to really dig for information on his phone.

Clarissa tilted her head. "I didn't notice it in the club last night, but your hair is more than one color. Why is that?"

Simon reddened. "Oh, yeah. Um, all of the guys in my band, um, we bleached our hair. It was a mistake. I'm letting it grow out. I really wish someone had talked me out of it."

"Probably a good idea to grow it out. You can't pull it off," Jace added, fingering his own golden curls.

"Thanks," Simon replied, acid tingeing his voice.

As Simon turned back to his computer, Clarissa stood and paced the room. Simon started with a simple Google search of the email address 'AlecLight '. He couldn't find the address, but he did find a website called .com. The first page that popped up showed one question.

'Who was the first Shadowhunter?'

"Uh, who was the first Shadowhunter?"

Jace and Clarissa shot each other simultaneous looks of concern.

"Jonathan Shadowhunter," Clarissa answered. She moved over to Simon's side so that she could see the screen. She hadn't imagined this line of investigation would lead anywhere. Simon shrugged and typed in the answer. A larger box illuminated the screen. This box asked two questions, and held places for two answers. The first question read:

'When were the accords signed?'

The second question read:

'What is the name of the city of glass?'

Accords sounded religious. Simon figured these questions must have something to do with Jace and Clarissa's cult.

"Is the City of Glass somewhere in Utah?" Simon suggested.

Jace rolled his eyes. He had joined Clarissa and was also peering at the computer screen. "City of Glass is Alicante. And, uh, the accords were signed in 1869."

"No," Clarissa said. "I think they were signed in 1868."

Jace shrugged. "It was definitely 1869. Type in 1869."

"Maybe I'm wrong," she said with a sigh. "Dates aren't my strong point."

Simon entered 1869 and Alicante into the boxes.

The screen disappeared and another popped up.

'Not much of a Shadowhunter are you? The accords were signed in 1868.'

"I was right!" Clarissa said.

"Fine, fine, fine. You were right," Jace admitted.

The screen dimmed and another box popped up.

'How old are you?'

"I'm fifteen," Clarissa said.

"Sixteen," Jace answered.

"I'll put in fifteen and a half. Split the difference," Simon said.

'One more question. What side are you on?'

Jace grimaced. "I guess they mean the war."

"War?" Simon asked. "Like with Iraq or Afghanistan or something?"

"He shouldn't be here," Jace groaned. "He shouldn't be involved. It's not his place."

"If it weren't for him, we'd be lost. I have no idea how to operate one of these boxes. Do you?"

Jace shook his head ruefully. "Hodge was all about books."

"So, we don't have a choice."

"What answer should I give?"

"The Clave," Jace and Clarissa answered in unison.

"Good to know we're on the same side," Jace said, his eyes on Clarissa. "I wasn't sure."

She rolled her eyes. "I'd say we are both in a delicate position. If my father really was Valentine, then the war is over. Unless, my brother manages to rally my father's followers, which I imagine he will try, especially if you're friend Hodge helps him. If you choose the Clave, you'll be forsaking Hodge. If I choose the Clave, I'm forsaking my brother. The Clave seems like the right answer, but I don't know. I don't know anything about the Clave, besides what I've read in books. How can we choose? Do we have to take a side? "

Jace frowned. "My grandmother's a member of the Clave. My parents died fighting for the Clave.

"Why don't I just write in 'The Clave', and see what happens," Simon suggested.

Clarissa and Jace nodded in agreement, although neither looked happy.

The screen turned white.

'Welcome to the lost generation. We are the children of the Shadowhunters. The children in hiding. Those who have been told they are too young to fight. We've been shuffled from city to city, while our parents kill each other. As they fight, the world falls further into to darkness. Here we band together to take up the mantle our parents dropped. Please register, and you will be sent emails with times and locations. Be prepared. We have work to do.'

"Since I've actually met Alec, let's register under my name," Jace said. "That might make this a bit easier.

Jace provided Simon with the information to fill out the next form, and he created an email address for himself. Apparently the email address would only allow emails too and from other addresses with the 'IntoTheShadows' domain name. Simon linked the email address to his phone, so they could get instant updates.

"So, um, this is some whacked cult, huh?" Simon asked.

"It's not a cult," Jace hissed.

Simon's phone buzzed. "Looks like the website worked." He handed the phone to Jace.

'Jace,

You took your sweet time signing up. My sister and I are in NYC too. Magnus Bane is having a party tonight with heavy downworlder attendance expected. There are rumors there may be trouble. Izzy and I are going to be present to patrol. I'm still working on nailing down the address. I will send it to you as soon as I get it. We'll show up around 10PM. It's a costume party. So make sure you dress to impress.

See you soon,

Alec'