Hey guys! So..lately there's been a STORM of reviews and I'm so so so so grateful, BUT I can't read them all. Sorry :( I'm still reading a majroity of them, don't worry.

Alsoooooo the new character HEHHEHE. He's going to be completely new, someone out of my imagination.

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Sunday came around faster than expected. Clary enjoyed shopping with Magnus, and he didn't judge her, or ask any questions. She had a good time with him, even though she was more reserved than usual.

She managed to pack all her new clothes into a suitcase, which was a shock to her, because she had bought a lot of stuff.

Clary's flight was at 11:00 am, and right now, it was 7:00 am. She checked her phone, and saw a text from Jace.

J: Hey. Have a safe flight Clary. Text me when you get there, k?

C: Thanks Jace, and yes, I'll let you know. Also...um...I wanted to thank you, Isabelle and Alec for visiting me in the hospital. I appreciated it a lot.

She didn't bother checking her phone for a response, and went to take a shower. Clary was instantly relaxed by the hot water, but her body was still Valentine did. When she got out of the shower, she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Her back still held the hideous words Valentine carved in, except they were slightly faded. Her ribs were prominent, but not as much as it was when she was found. Her eyes, which lost their sparkle 10 years ago, looked a little more lively. She looked tired, but then again, she always was tired.

Her torso, which was once covered in numerous bruises and red scars, was still covered in a couple bruises here and there. The scars faded into tiny white lines, so she didn't have to be afraid of them accidentally showing.

She had decided to wear some of her new clothes, so she put on some black skinny jeans and a blue long sleeved crop top that showed a tiny amount of stomach. She topped her look off with dark blue keds and a green hooded utility jacket.

Magnus forced her to buy some makeup, and Clary reluctantly bought it. She put some mascara on, and decided that was good enough. She looked in the mirror, and gasped.

The girl who stared back was...pretty. She looked and felt good, and decided her confidence came from her new clothing choice. Clary took one last look at her temporary room. She was going to miss Luke's house.

It was 8:00 when Clary went downstairs for breakfast, and she noticed Luke and Raphael in conversation. Luke was facing away from her, so she locked eyes with Raphael, whose eyes widened when he saw her. Luke turned around, confused, and once he saw her, his expression matched Raphael's.

Raph looked her in the eye. "How are you hermana? We are leaving in...half an hour. Traffic is crazy at this time, so it's best we leave as fast as possible. Jon and Jocelyn are meeting us at the airport. Eat as much as you can, because you won't be having any good food for a couple hours."

Clary smiled at them. She was going to miss them the most. "Of course. Look, you guys, I-I hate saying goodbye when I'm not really leaving. So..I'll see you later." Her brain told her to not hug them, but her heart told her to hug them, so she did. It took them by surprise, but they were happy that she was able to show some affection.

Luke smiled down at Clary. "Clary..you're like a daughter to me. I hate to see you go for this long, but I know you'll be ok. I love you, don't forget that ok?"

Raph nodded his head. "You are my sister Clary. I-I want you to know I'm here for you always and forever. Luke and I both."

Clary pulled away from the hug because of her anxiety, and placed her hands on Raphael's shoulder's lightly. "Raph, I want you to know that Jon being there doesn't change a thing between us. He might be my brother, but so are you, and don't let him change that. As far as I'm concerned, you and Luke come first."

Luke smiled at Clary sadly. "Always and forever. Never forget that Clary."

Before she knew it, she was boarding the plane. She was panicking because he had never been on a plane before. Clary tried pushing away the bad thoughts, and focused on her flight.

It was a small, private jet. There were about 10 or so seats inside, and it only permitted people who were being transported to the Institute. The seats were arranged in pairs, and there would be two seats opposite of every pair. When she boarded, there were already five people sitting on the plane.

She looked around, and saw that there were five people on board. Clary chose to ignore them, and sat in an window seat. That was when she felt someone sit next to her.

Clary froze, panic setting over her. All of a sudden, she felt constricted, but reminded herself nothing was going to happen. She turned to her right, and sucked in a breath.

Handsome was an understatement. The boy sitting next to her was breathtakingly beautiful, his hair a chocolate brown, his eyes the color of the ocean. For a second, she thought she was dreaming.

Without even thinking, she blurted out what was on her mind. "You're not related to Sebastian Verlac, are you?"

The mysterious boy chuckled, his eyes changing colors as he moved. It was mesmerizing. "I'm not familiar with a Sebastian. I think you've mistaken me for another chap."

He had a delicious British accent, one that Clary knew could get women to fall at his feet. She wasn't falling for it. "I see. Sorry, I just...thought you looked like him. My mistake."

The boy smiled at her, and his eyes twinkled. "No problem. I'm Oliver Williams." He held his hand out for her to shake, and Clary found herself lightly shaking his hand, and responding.

"I'm Clary. Clary Fray."

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