You want to know what I realized not to long ago? I really love writing this story. For some reason, I always know what I'm going to do next. It's the settling down and typing it up part that makes me so late. Sure, sometimes I don't know exactly what I'm going to do, but I have a good idea. So… yeah. That's about it. Bye? Oh and thanks for the reviews! Me loves them! And I'd love some more ideas Lovin' this read my idea. It'd really help. I have no idea what the people what to see! Other then blowing up the Wards on the Glass City so the gods can get in (the fading Author)

(Clary's pov.)

"Shirts?"

"Check."

"Pants?"

"Check."

"socks?"

"Check."

"Entertainment?"

"Double check!"

"Extra pair of underwear?"

"Uh, come on Clary!" Percy wined. "I don't need an extra pair of undies. I'll reuse my underwear."

I just glared at him. "And what will the Clave think of that? They'll see us for the children we are. They'll see you and think, 'oh my, he's just a kid. He doesn't change his undies.' And I'll end up slapping my forehead when we don't get the help we need to win the war against the demons/monsters."

His jaw dropped. "You're kidding right? How will they know if I've changed my underwear or not?"

I shrugged. "It's something we must be prepared for."

Percy crossed his arms. "I'm not bringing them."

Crossing my own arms, I glared while saying, "If you don't, I'll just have to go get Annabeth, and leave you all alone to face her wrath."

That made him start moving like Hades was on his heels.

"Are you guys almost done yet," Jace asked, coming inside. "What all are you packing? The entire cabin?"

"Seems like it," Percy muttered.

"shut it!" I snapped at him. Tuning to Jace I said, "We're almost done. I'll be there in a second to draw the portal."

Nodding he walked out. Without glaring at Percy I noticed. It was odd. Jace almost seemed to be getting off Percy's back about… well everything.

"Does he seem a little—?"

"Nice?"

"I wouldn't go that far, but almost… kinder?"

Shaking his head, Percy put a hand on my shoulder. "What did you slip into his drink? Because I approve."

Snickering, I jogged out of the cabin, and up next to Jace. "You feeling okay?"

He looked down at me, confused. "I find out my sister is a demigod, and that most of what I knew was wrong… I'm just dandy. Why the sudden urge to know about my how I'm feeling? I know I'm awesome and everything, but still."

I shrugged. "it's just that you're being… nice."

He scoffed. "I'm not nice."

"No, but you're nicer. I mean, you didn't glare at Percy when you left the cabin."

He looked down at his feet. "Things change."

"Yeah, but not glaring at me is weird. You understand? For two years you've been a total jerk to me, and now you're being descent. It's not normal. It's freaky in fact," Percy said.

"I thought you said you liked him being nice," I asked.

"I was making a joke. Now I'm telling you the truth. It's μαγικός." (A/N: I think that's the Greek word for Weird. I'll try to put more of the Greekness into this story)

I chuckled. "Ah, the beautiful language of Greek."

"Now that's weird. Do you always just up and speak Greek?" Jace asked.

We shrugged. "sometimes. It's natural for us."

Shaking his head, we stopped at the Big house, where Jace gave me his steel. "Bet you don't carry yours now that you're a demigod," he mumbled. I just looked down at my feet in shame.

"Yeah, that's about it." Kneeling down, I drew a portal, and watched as it came to life.

Staring at it in awe, I stepped back. Percy put a hand on my arm, and smiled. "Annabeth is going to love this."

"sure am, Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth said, coming up and kissing Percy on the cheek. "Let's go. Can't wait to see this City of Glass."

"It's a beautiful sight. The buildings are great," Jace said, not looking at her.

"Just waiting for Grover," I mumbled.

"I'm here!" Grover yelled, causing some campers to look over and see what was going on. Many came and stood around, whispering, and daring each other to go and jump in the portal.

"Well, next stop, Idris."

"Good luck, Children," Chiron said, cantering up to us. "I give you the best of luck."

We all nodded—even Jace. Spooky—in respect. Annabeth was the first to go. Then Grover, then Percy, leaving just Jace and me.

Just as Jace was about to step in, someone yelled, "Clary!"

Turning around, I smiled at Remi. "come to wish me good luck?"

Coming up to me, he nodded. "Not just that, but I've got you a good luck charm." He pulled his hands out from behind his back, and showed me the beautiful necklace. It had a leather string, with a black swirl with spicks on it—almost like thorns. On the string there where little beads this blue tridents on them. (A/N: inspiration on my profile. The first two URLs under Pictures for stories: Clary the Demigod?)

I looked up at him, and smiled. "Thank you. It's beautiful."

He pulled me into a hug. "Good luck out there. I hear those shadowhunters are feisty."

I rolled my eyes. "You have no idea."

"Clary we have to go," Jace growled.

Slipping the necklace over my head, Remi smiled. "Have fun!"

"I'll try!"

Walking over to Jace, there was only one thing on my mind: may my lucky charm work when I see Isabelle and the gang.

Hitting the ground with a thud, I groaned. "That sucked."

"What took you so long," Annabeth asked, rubbing her shoulder.

"I was talking to Remi. He gave me a good luck charm." I held out the beautiful treasure in my hands.

"ooo, Remi. He's cute."

"He's a friend."

"A cute friend."

"boyfriend here!" Percy shouted.

"sorry, honey. But he's cute."

Grumbling, Percy turned away. I heard feet pounding in the distance, and looked at Grover. His Goat senses could hear it.

We all stood together as the group of shadowhunters came up, knives in their hands.

"Who are you," one solder shouted.

Stepping forward, Jace said, "I'm Jonathon Lightwood. This is my sister, Clarrisa Fray. We need to speak with the Clave."

One of them laughed. "Don't we all?"

Grover stood up, and when the guards saw his goat legs, they swung their knives to him. "And you brought a Warlock with you?"

Grover looked around, scared now that he was the center of attention. "Um, no man, I don't do tricks, or wands, or Harry Potter-ness, or whatever warlocks do. I mean, I'm no threat. I eat tin cans for Gods' sake. The only thing I've got on me is a pan flute." He pulled out his flute and started to played Yankee doodle.

The guards must not have believed him, because they started to come at him. Jace stepped in front of him, and said, "Look, Call the New York institute and ask them about me and Clary. even Percy here" – he motioned to Percy—" they know who we are."

"All we want is to talk to the Clave," Percy said.

"Why?"

"Because there is a chance that a war might be coming up. And uprising of Demons," I said quietly.

They decided to being us in, but not because they believed us. Because they thought we were with Valentine. Yeah, I know most of you forgot about him, but he was still a threat. Underground for two years, planning his attack.

Thankfully, they did call the Institute, and Maryse and Robert confirmed that we were not in league with Valentine.

"Ugg, how much longer until they meet with us," Percy wined.

"The Clave works on their own time," Jace said, calmly. "They don't care if a bunch of teenagers claiming that there might be a war in the near future are bored. They couldn't care less really."

We all were sitting on the floor, leaning up against the wall, near where the Clave met, bored out of our minds. We had been sitting there for over an hour.

"do you think they'll be done doing whatever their doing soon?" I asked.

"Probably not," Jace answered quickly, his eyes closed and his head tipped up to the ceiling.

Sighing, I copied his form, just trying to relax.

"um, Clary," Percy asked, almost timidly.

"Yeah?" I opened one eye and looked at him. He pointed down the hall, looking a bit nervously.

I turned and my mouth fell open.

Simon, Isabelle, Magnus, Maia, and Alec were standing at the end of the hall. Looking angry.

Getting up, I walked over to them. "Guys, what are you doing—"

"Luke told us you're a demigod," Isabelle growled.

Oh gods.

Hey guys. So the next chapter will be a lot of Clary trying to make her friends understand why she didn't tell them about being a demigod. Some of them will not forgive her. Some might. Vote on who you want to forgive her. If you don't vote, I'll get to pick.