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Alright you guys! New chapter! Whoot! And we're now officially in Part II! I know, exciting! We're going to start getting into some action now! Whoot! This story is really just beginning guys because for the most part, all of what was in Part I just set it up for the big stuff! I hope that makes you happy, because it makes me happy! But also a little frightened. All that writing is a little daunting...

Ok, so I have tons of things to tell you, but I'll wait until after your next installment.

For now, I just wanted to apologize for taking so long to update (it's officially time to rectify that!) and I also wanted to thank everyone who reviewed, favorited, and story alerted. And anyone who's reading this really, but especially my reviewers! :D Y'all are AWESOME!

Anyways, off you go into the wonderful (at least I hope it is!) world of Parallel Universes!

Part II, Chapter 1

**Six Years Later**

Clary POV

"You're going to have to move faster than that if you want to beat me," Jonathan sneered in my face. Ok so I wasn't as fast as him but I was pretty damn good for a girl my age. And size.

"Well it's your lucky day then, Jonathan, because looks like you get to win. Again. It's not like I'm any competition so you don't need to act like its some big victory for you. Honestly, by you making it a big deal, you make it seem like I'M the one beating YOU all the time." I countered. Yes, he was also smarter than me, but I wasn't dumb.

"Ha!" He snorted, "The mere idea of you beating me is ludicrous. In fact, it's so farfetched that it would make a fairly good comedy!"

"If it would then I wonder why you even bother fighting with me anymore. It seems you aren't as sure of yourself as you would have me believe."

"Oh I'm sure of myself alright; I just like exerting my dominance over you. You see, I'm stronger, faster, more intelligent, more loved, and overall better. You just won't admit it." His superior tone grated on me.

"And yet, mother refuses to speak to you." I said quietly, because I knew he'd hear me, but with enough force that I was not being submissive.

His eyes turned flat black and his tone turned deadly as he said, "you." He kicked out and caught me in the chest before I could block "Will." As I fell back he swung his leg around to catch my ankles and make me fall more quickly. "Never." He made to catch me, and whipped me forward, then pushed me away so fast it was like whiplash. "Speak." My head thumped on the ground and a sharp pain erupted on the back of my skull where I must have hit a rock. I knew I was going to have a concussion. "Of that again." His last words whooshed out, but were still fierce enough that I knew he would follow through on the threat.

I rubbed the back of my head carefully, and then I realized it was sticky. Great. A head injury. Just what I wanted today.

"Brilliant. You know, just give me a concussion and slice open the back of my head on a rock. I'm sure father will be most pleased, by the way." Sarcasm was my best friend, especially when I was dealing with Jonathan or my father.

"You deserved it." He said simply, with no remorse. God, I hated him.

"Yeah, and you think that Father will agree? Somehow, I doubt that." I stalked off toward the general direction of the manor house. It was time to talk to mother. She said that when things started getting really physical, to come to her and she would tell me what to do.

Hopefully, it would stop things. Soon. If just me saying that Mother loved me and not him made him that violent, then it wouldn't be long before he actually did something life-threatening.

Jace POV

He charged at me, with the intent of knocking me off my feet, but I was prepared for this. After all, it was the natural thing to do at the beginning of a fight. As he got close enough to do any damage, I side-stepped him, put my leg out, tripped him, and he went down.

He scrambled back up rather quickly for his kind, but I was prepared for this too. I faked a right hook, and then caught him off guard with a left punch. He stumbled a little, and then threw himself back into the fray with much more ferociousness. He faked a punch—which I blocked—then kicked out towards my stomach. It landed with a crunch and I doubled over in pain.

His foot swiped behind my left ankle and I began to fall backwards. His foot came over my throat to effectively end the fight and—

"Guys!" Isabelle bounded into the training room, excitement written all over her face. "We're going to Pandemonium tonight! Start getting ready! We're leaving in two hours." Her hair whipped around and smacked Alec in the face as she pivoted on her heel to go towards her bedroom.

"Izzy, not all of us take two hours to get ready. I can be ready in 15 minutes. And we go to Pandemonium almost every week. It's not a big deal." I said as I got up from the mat.

"Yeah, Izzy. And you interrupted the first fight I almost beat Jace in!" Alec added, miffed.

"Sounds like a personal problem." She continued walking out of the training room. "Make sure you're by the elevator at ten."

Valentine POV

"Shadowhunters, brothers and sisters, don't fall for the Accords again. They are a mockery of all we have built. Why should we make peace with inferior beings that come from the very things we fight—demons. If we give them peace, their numbers will increase to a point where they can then defeat us. That is not acceptable whatsoever.

"People, follow my lead as you have for the past 16 years. Follow the path to freedom from these defilements known as downworlders. Follow my path."

The very elegant looking room around me clapped politely, but I could tell they were no longer impressed by my charisma. I had lost my pull in Alicante. But I would get it back. I always do.

I stepped down from the platform and began mentally plotting how to change this. I could think of nothing other than a downworlder slaughtering mundanes or shadow hunters.

Unless… yes! That was it!

Of course, it was so obvious that only a great mind could figure it out. A perfect mind, like mine. And I knew I was the right man for the job because I was the one to solve the riddle from the Angel. Raziel had planned this all along, just for me to come along and figure out. Oh how sweet victory is. Especially when I am always the victor.

I had found the way to purify the world, and then rid it of the worst impurity of all—complacent shadow hunters, who care more about politics than about the demons we were created to slay.

Now, where to begin…

Clary POV

I trudged down the stairs to the basement at a slow rate. My head injury really was bothering me, and I would fix it if I had a stele, but I wasn't allowed because father said I must perfect fighting before I was allowed the pleasure of a fully healed body, even if I had already memorized the whole rune book.

I sighed. I hated how he made me suffer for the sake of being sturdy and unshakeable. He said that, "nothing should ever surprise you; nothing should catch you off guard. Not pain, or an unexpected move, or even inferiority. You should be prepared for everything and be prepared to fight to the death at any point."

Yet even though he said that, he would never let me go to a real shadowhunter school or try anything new, like runes. No, it was constantly fighting with just Jonathan and no experiences. I could never beat him… I could never get any better with my limited experience.

The final stair creaked as I stepped off of it and onto the dirt floor of the basement. I waited for a moment so that my eyes could adjust, then I walked towards my mother, who was asleep.

"Mom…" I shook her shoulder as I whisper so I wouldn't startle her. "Mommy, its Clary." My mother's eyes opened slowly, then blinked a couple times.

"Clary? Why are you here? It's the middle of the day. I thought you should be training with Jonathan." She asked groggily.

"Mom, you said that when things got life-threatening to come to you. You said that you had a way out for the both of us. Well, I think it's time we talked about that."

"Life-threatening? Clary, what happened?" Her voice turned worried.

I turned around and knelt down, moving my hair out of the way as I did. She gasped. "Jonathan beat me, but he was angry from something I said so he was extra violent." I said by way of explanation.

"Clary, it shouldn't have even come to this." Her tone was extremely disapproving.

"I know. I came to you right away though so that it didn't get worse."

"Well, we can't change the past but we can definitely change the future.

"I need you to run. Go to the woods and find the werewolf pack just outside of Alicante. Find the leader, Lucian Graymark. He's an old friend of mine. Tell him that you're Jocelyn's daughter, and that you need his help to escape Valentine. Tell him I'm still alive.

It's imperative that you find him first though. Any other werewolf would turn you before you even said a word, especially since there aren't any Accords. And please hurry, we must escape today if your father is not to find out." Her explanation was rushed and breathy because she didn't want Ithuriel to overhear. Not that he would out us purposely, but Valentine would force him to tell if he knew anything.

I nodded and bolted back up the stairs and sprinted on to the woods. I knew the general area where to look for the pack so I started off on the beginning of the journey to a new life.

Lucian POV

I sniffed the air. Strange. It smelled of Shadowhunter. Shadowhunters knew that this part of the woods surrounding Alicante was inhabited by the werewolves.

I sighed, or more like growled since I was in my wolf form. I hated catching them because it reminded me of my Shadowhunter days. And Jocelyn.

I followed the scent because I knew other werewolves would catch it too, and I didn't want them to turn anyone, as I knew they would if they were the first on the scene.

It led me near the area where Jocelyn and I plotted to save The Accords, which failed desperately. Finally, and I darted between trees and over bushes and brush, I came upon a tiny girl with flaming red hair and cream colored skin. Her vibrant green eyes were filled with fear as she took in my form.

I changed so I wouldn't startle her, and as I did, her eyes nearly popped out of her head. God, as if this area didn't remind me enough of Jocelyn, this girl could be Jocelyn's mini-me.

"H-hi." Her breathe whooshed out in her stutter. "I-I really n-need-d to s-see Lucian G-Greymark, y-your leader."

"Well it's your lucky day," I said in a friendly voice, "because I'm your man."

"I'm C-Clary Fairchild." She said as if that explained everything.

And then it dawned on me, it did. Fairchild. She was just like her, only several inches shorter, and her hair was more red than auburn. I felt like I was just hit with a whole coven of vampires. "Clary? Your mother was Jocelyn Fairchild?" I sounded like it too.

"Not was, is. She's still alive. Albeit held hostage in the manor house basement for my whole life. We need your help."

"Jocelyn's alive? Then why hasn't she tried to contact me all these years?" I was angry. I spent 16 years believing she was dead. Grieving for her death. 16 wasted years.

"Yes, she is. And I'm not sure, but my guess is because she couldn't. You know, the whole hostage thing wasn't really working to her advantage." Clary stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I guess I see you point. What is it you need help with?"

"We need to escape from Valentine. Today."

"Today? I'm not sure if that's possible."

"Well if it isn't then I'm dead, and so is my mom for sending me out here. My father is bound to find out, and when he does, it's not going to be pretty."

"I see. Well, let's go then. We need to gather ALL of your things and dispose of them, and then get Jocelyn and run." I mentally calculated the best place to run. Somewhere far away, and crowded. Well, that was quite obvious. Even if it was the most obvious place in the world to run to, it would always be the most crowded and easiest to hide. There was no way we could be found there.

"Where are we going?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out." She looked irritated when I said this. Just how much like Jocelyn could she get? "Ah, your mother was always a curious one too. Never could stand not being in on a secret."

She looked pleased to hear this. "I've never been much like my dad. But I'm not as good as my mom either. But I do tend to be more like her. Thank the Angel."

"Your mother is an amazing person, and if you're anything like her then you're pretty amazing too."

She smiled, and we walked on in companionable silence.

Ok you guys! First of all, I have a Beta! :DD You may thank the lovely and amazing QuirkyCullen for reading my crap and making it beautiful! She is totally awesome and if you liked ready a chapter with no typos for once, it's all her! :DD (She also helped me keep all the characters.. well in character!) Anyways, big shout out to her. She is amazingness personified!

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