Simon's heart was pounding inside his chest like the drums of war. Jace had been very specific when telling him how to get into the faerie realm. He was to wait until the guard had come out and seized Jace, because they would, Jace assured him. Jace also assured him that they would send only one guard out to get him, because that's how the Seelies were. Then he would jump through the portal as it was closing behind them, silently, without even so much as breathing. When the time came Jace had been right about everything, as Simon was beginning to think he always was, and the single Seelie soldier bound Jace tightly, then turned him to walk back through the portal. Jace barely had time to catch Simon's eye in a silent signal that told Simon this was his chance. As the soldier and Jace disappeared through the invisible portal Simon burst through just in time, and he went falling through the air. He did his very best not to scream on the way down. By the time he reached the ground with a sickening thud, Jace and the soldier were already most of the way down the long, dirt pathed hallway he found himself in. He could just barely hear Jace talking animatedly, obviously trying to keep the guard distracted.

Steep hills that led down into eerie darkness lined the path he'd fallen onto. With a few seconds of hesitation, for his fear of the dark and the glaringly huge possibility that the hills could simply drop off and he would fall to his untimely death, he made his way off the path and found himself wandering through mysterious woods. They were dark and quiet, and void of any people. He tried to keep the path in sight, while keeping himself out of it, so that he wouldn't lose his way. He followed a few paces behind Jace and the guard holding him. Jace was laughing, presumably at himself. Jace was rambling, almost nervously to the guard, who Simon could see was beginning to move past irritated. Then Jace fell silent abruptly and from what little Simon could still see of the shadow hunter his body grew tense. Then a female voice rang out and Simon flinched as a memory began to tear its way through his mind.

"Jace Herondale. Why am I not surprised?" was what the woman's voice said. Simon though, was hearing something else.

The kiss that will set her free is the one she most desires. Simon resisted the urge to holler as the memory seared white hot pain through his head. He could see Clary, standing with defiance and anger but also a lot of apprehension and fear. Jace was there too, looking about ready to murder someone. What Simon remembered most though, was the source of the melodic voice. He knew instantly she was the Queen. She had a sort of apparition-like form to her. Simon couldn't tell if she was 18 or 45, if she had red flaming hair, or sleek dark hair. Her image seemed to weave back and forth but never did she appear to be anything but beautiful. Beautiful and absolutely terrifying.

"I'm not lying. I have come alone. I am the only one who cared enough to seek you out this far."

"Why should I believe you Shadowhunter? You're people have long wanted me dead even before the rather unfortunate loss at the New York Institute." The Queen giggled like the death of shadowhunters and the near death of Clary was a joke.

"We didn't lose to you witch, you cheated."

"Yes, and so did you." She snapped back furiously. "As if it isn't enough for you to feel superior but now the Angel's actually speak to you?" There was a brief pause. "Oh yes. Word has gotten around about your little dreams. All the downworld knows."

"You managed to do what you came to do though." Jace said in a more defeated tone. Simon strained his ears as the Queen paused for a moment. His human ears were good for very little though. All he could hear besides silence was the ringing in his ears that happens in the silence.

"Did I now?" The Queen sounded delightfully curious. "And what exactly do you think I was trying to do?" She practically purred.

"You wanted Clary to die right?" Jace shot out defiantly. Simon had been listening to it all day so he could easily hear the strain of emotion in Jace's voice, even though he was putting on the tough soldier act for the Queen's benefit.

"Yes." She stated simply. Seelies can't lie, no point in trying. "So she is dead then?" The smile that danced around in her voice was sickening.

"Yeah. She's dead." Jace mumbled so quietly Simon almost didn't hear him. He almost thought he heard wrong, Clary wasn't dead, that's why they were here. He was playing the Queen, but Simon couldn't see how Clary's death tied into the plan at all. The Queen laughed, like a child who just pushed a kid down the slide on the playground. She was very 5th grade bully right now.

"My Lady, there is another one outside, I told you he did not come alone." This voice was very deep and very unfamiliar. Simon struggled to peer up the hill and see Jace's reaction to this news but he just couldn't see far enough without exposing himself.

"Hm. Well what are you waiting for? Meliorn, go fetch him."

"Would you like him brought here, My Lady?" Yet another voice asked.

"No. Take him to the cells. Gaven go with him pet, handle the intruder quickly. I have no interest in playing with any of them anymore. I will make quick work of this one and then we will have to move quickly, before the whole army shows up." All Simon could hear then was footsteps, many of them, and then total silence.

"I swear I didn't bring another shadowhunter with me." Jace finally spoke, this time with actual honesty wringing in his voice.

"You expect me to believe it is a coincidence that your Parabatai ended up here at the exact same time as you? You people are plagued by such a senseless thing such as dishonesty, What is the point in it? What does it get you?"

"What? It's Alec? I didn't bring him here. He must of followed me. I wouldn't have brought him, he's more important than my plan I wouldn't let him die for this." Jace's voice was louder than it had been before. He was practically shouting and for some odd reason Simon got the feeling it was because he wasn't really speaking to the Queen anymore, but to Simon. "Save him," Jace paused, not long, but long enough for it to resonate with Simon, "You're majesty." Then Jace let out a cringe worthy yell, a yell that said he had undoubtedly been hurt. Simon turned and ran as fast as he could on a slanted surface in a mystical wooded area, towards the sounds of voices now tearing through the silent air.

"The Queen said kill him Meliorn, what are we doing?"

"He's dying Gaven, don't be so distraught. We couldn't very well leave him out there for the mundanes to find now could we?" There was more silence, but Simon's heart was beating inside his chest so loud, there was no ringing this time. He had to save Alec. If it were true that he was dying, the breaking of the parabatai bond would kill a part of Jace as well, and Jace really needed to be at a hundred percent right now. How could he help though, what could he possibly do to help Alec now? He stood no chance against the Seelies soldiers.

"Relax" The one, Meliorn, said "take your men and prepare the rest of the guard for departure, as soon as the Queen is done with her toy we will leave." Simon was wracking his brain for any kind of answer, he hadn't even noticed the loud footsteps as the soldiers stomped away, and he especially didn't notice the light ones that approached the edge of the path, getting way too close for comfort.

"Mundy, you're heart is so loud you might as well be screaming." Simon gasped audibly and jumped nearly out of his skin as he looked up right into the eyes of a faerie soldier that he recalled from vague, veiled memorie. Meliorn.