I heard metal on metal as my blade slammed against the Endarkens. All hell had broken loose at my declaration of war against my brother. Endarken had swarmed us, but ever so slowly there number went down as ours grew.

Rearing my blade back, I plunged it into the Endarkens chest. In a moment, their eyes grew wide, and I could see it, see the fear seething inside of them as they realized this was their end. Grinning, I put my foot on their chest and ripped my sword out. Turning around, I saw absolute cause. My army got knocked down, but moments later it rose. Valentine always wanted the perfect army. Too bad he choose the wrong child.

Looking across the mass of bodies, I saw Jace. He had a sword in hand- most likely from one of our fallen- and was charging forward, relentlessly.

Go to him said the voice in the back of my head be with him. Don't let him out of your sight. I knew that voice; it was me, the light Clary. But she was going to get me kill. Pushing that voice into the back of my head, I ran back out, looking for the real threat; Sebastian.

"Looking for me?" Turning around, I saw Sebastian, and at this side was Valentine.

"Speaking of the devil," I mumbled, moving forward. I gave him a once over. There were a few scratches her and there, but nothing much. Suddenly, I realized something I missed before.

"Who was able to wake you? I had put you under a spell that only I could disengage."

"Oh, Daughter of mine," Valentine smirked, speaking up for the first time, "You really are your mothers daughter. But not because of what you think. Yes, you are both foolish, but there was one other person who could break your spell." He glanced behind, and gave a short nod. I watched as Jocelyn walked out from the middle of nowhere and stood by Valentine's said, as calm and composed as ever.

"Mom?" I whispered. She looked different from the last time I was her. Her bright red hair had dulled, bags had gathered under her eyes, but I also notice something different, something else.

"I'm sorry Clary," she whispered, tears gathering in her eyes.

"Why," I said, waiting for an answer. When one didn't come, I tried again, more loudly," Why?"

"She didn't have a choice, Clarissa," Sebastian answered, like I was being a fool. "That deal Valentine stuck with your mother wasn't about you. It was about her." I looked at him confused. He sighed dramatically. "Valentine promise her that he would not bring harm to you or Lucian. Jocelyn swore on the angle that she would stay by Valentines side, helping him, and doing what she must, to keep him pleased,. Even if that meant trying day after day in that tower, trying to get you to crack. Eventually she got the answer, and with the help of your runes that you, yourself, created, she was able to wake. She even swore that if I died, she would kill me, but being as it is impossible since I'll already be dead, she would have broken the oath, and your mother But Jace just had to screw with our plan."

"Jace has nothing do with this," I growled, moving in my fighting position.

"Oh Clarissa," Valentine feigned a frown, putting his hand over his empty chest like there was actually a heart there, "Jocelyn wasn't the only one who swore on the angle. Jace swore that if you won, that he would kill everyone you love. And seeing as Jocelyn would already be dead, then that would be impossible."

Tears began to form in my eyes as I realized the truth; I was screwed. My head snapped up as I heard a familiar scream in the distance. I whipped my head around to see Jace sword slam into a downworlder. He wasn't helping up; he was helping them.

"So what is it," Sebastian said, eyes ablaze. "Will you damn the one's you love, or will join your family?" He stretched out his hand, offering me a chance to save Jocelyn, Jace and everyone I love, or letting them die.

Suddenly I felt the rune flare up. Leave them a voice in my head said Save the ones you love said another.

"I came here today in hopes of taking over Idris," I finally said, "And you take the ones I love. And in return I must let the rest of the world rot under your control," I sneered. "But you will not threaten me. For I am the daughter of Valentine Morgenstern and if there is one thing you have taught me father, is to do whatever you need to take what you want; what you deserve." I lifted my blade triumphantly and watched as fear flickered threw Valentines eyes. He finally realized the one thing all parents eventually do; they have absolutely no control over their children.

"Clarissa," Valentine said warningly, backing away slowly. "You don't want to hurt me. What about Jace, your mother-"

"What about them?" I sneered, "I love him and she cared for me. But this is my world and I'll be damned if you and your cowardly blood rule it."

In a flash I flicked my wrist, my knife souring. Valentine flinching, and the dagger was about to hit him, when a certain angel boy stopped it. Jace.

"Get out of my way Jace." I hissed.

"I can't let you do this," He said carefully. I looked in his eyes and felt that in some other universe, in some other time, this was supposed to happen. The test of my loyalty to the world of people I just meet.

"I know." In a flash, I threw a dagger towards Sebastian. Jace reached out to stop it, and using that as a distraction, I swerved around them, and with a scream shoved my blade straight into Valentine's chest. He opened his mouth to scream but all that came out was blood.

I leaned my head down till it was right next to his ear and whispered, "Goodbye father." His eyes shone for only one more second, before his whole body went limp. I grinned, finally feeling complete, when I felt a blinding pain in my back. I looked down to see a sword tip protruding thru my rib cage. I looked behind me to see who the attack was. It was none other than Jace Wayland. I heard familiar words swirled thru my head To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one that is destroyed. I felt the rune on my arm finally fade away and collapsed as my world went black.

…

I've felt pain. Physical pain. Pain so strong it sent me screaming. But none of it, none, was like the unimaginable pain I felt as I awoke. The first thing I felt was the pain in my arms then legs then back. It all pulse with pain, coursing thru my body.

The second thing I felt was somebody next to me. I feel the light drift of air in my direct and could hear the sounds of sheets being moved around.

The third, and last thing I felt, was the bed sheets beneath me. I contemplated just laying there forever, in the goose feathered bed. Then, I remembered everything. Valentine, Sebastian, Idris, the fight, and Jace.

I shot up in bed, looking wildly around at my surroundings. I was lying, as I suspected on a bed. A hospital bed. I was in the room like the infirmary at the institute. Looking around I saw familiar face. I was in Idris. I tried to move my legs over the side of the bed, but a blinding pain in my ribs prevented me. I looked down to see a bandage wrapped around my ribs.

"Your up," A voice yelled from the other side of the room. Isabell came barreling towards me, her eyes wild. When she finally got to me, she tackled me with a hug, knocking the air out from my lunges.

"My ribs Isabell. You're crushing me," I managed to say. She let go abruptly and looked at me sheepishly.

"Sorry. But other than that you're fine, right?" I nodded, and felt some of the pain leave me again.

"What happened?" By the looks of the room around me, I could tell that many were injured. When Jace stabbed me, I must have lost my connection to the army.

"We won, well you one. Once you went down, I thought for sure we were going to die but after seeing Valentine dead, and Sebastian trying to heal you, I knew their defence was down. As soon as Valentine died his men started dropping like flies."

"And Jace?" I asked. If what Valentine said was true, then him and my mother were probably dead by now. The thought made me lean over the side of my bed and hurl.

"I'll let you get some rest." she said hurriedly, and began to stand back up, when I stopped her.

"Tell me Isabell."

"Jace isn't dead. He's a Silent Brother," All I could do was gasp at her. She went on when I didn't reply, "He was trying to kill everyone, and even himself, and we knew that soon he would realize he wouldn't be able to protect them so, right minded Jace told us to do what we had to do, and the Silent Brothers gave us the proposition, and now…" She drifted off.

"And my mother…" I asked her. "The same as Jace," she responded. "And that's not all," I looked up at her in wonder at what else she could say. "We have no leader, and seeing as you fought the rebellion, the clave would like to make you the leader. Of Idris."

Again, all I could do was gasp at her. The idea of being separated by not only Jace, but my mother, too, and having to rule Idris. If you had told be that this had happened, I would have laughed in your face and said that you were acting like Simon.

"And Sebastian," I asked.

"He's dead."

We sat in silence for a few moments. "Clary, I know this is a lot to take in, but Idris needs a leader. Will you do it?"

I looked up, and knew my answer, and knew what Jace and my mother would want me to say, "Yes"

THE END