So, my people! I'm going to tell you a story about a guy named Bob! Actually… no, I'm not. I don't think Bob would want me talking about his blue hair. Onto some important business. I'm loving the review I'm getting, the long ones the most. They are what I look forward to when I open up my email. I love hearing your ideas! They give me inspiration, and all that stuff. If you think your idea is bad, still send it—please! I know I sound extremely cheesy here, but if you think something's good, it's most likely someone else will too. So good or bad ideas are welcome. And to Lovin' this read my idea, you are more than right. That is the BIGGEST problem I'm having. I have no idea how to get the Clave to believe Clary, Percy and them, and any idea I have is even cheesier then the last. I might have an idea on what I'm going to do. like most of you out there, I type a little, take a break and come back to this. I could start typing up the next chapter at ten, then half way through I'll stop and then the next day I'll finish. So yeah… BACK TO WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT! Lovin' this read my idea, I think I'd be a great idea to make a profile! WOW! I just wasted a bunch of space rambling. I'm good at that I think. Anyway, who reads these things! I could say that Edward Cullen scares me because of his sparkly-sun distorter and no one will know! Sorry if that offended any Twilight fans }: onto the story! Finally I know!


(Percy's pov.)

It was a nice door, I had to admit. "Kind of a cool door don't you think," I asked Clary as I reached out with a hand to stroke the wood door that would lead us into the Clave .

"Stop that," Clary hissed, slapping my hand.

"What, is something bad going to happen," I asked, actually worried.

"No, I just need to get my nerve back," she sighed. "And you petting the door doesn't help."

I put a concerned, brotherly hand on her shoulder. "you okay? How'd everything go with—"

"I don't want to talk about it," she whispered. I knew what she meant. She'd let me drill it out of her later.

Smiling, I poked her side. "Got your nerve back now?" another poke. "How 'bout now?" poke. "Now?"

"Stop it," she giggled. "That's annoying."

"So I'm doing a good job as a brother then?" I asked proudly.

She gave friendly punch to my shoulder, before looking back at everyone behind us, who I had just remembered about. "Ready?"

"Hades yeah!" Annabeth yelled, and the ground shook a bit.

"And you yell at me for saying their names in vain," I teased, rolling my eyes.

"Hey, we're going up against the big bad shadowhunters, I think I have a right to curse."

"We're not that bad," Isabelle said.

"Oh they're bad," Maia whispered. "Take this one for example." She hooked a thumb at Jace.

"You are so nice," he hissed.

"going in!" I shouted, and gave a quick glance around for Clary's friend, Simon. He wasn't there. I gave Clary an sad smile, and opened the door. It was time. Slowly pushing the door open, I looked inside. it was completely empty except for the row of people who looked extremely bored.

The man in the middle stood up, and I knew he was the one in charge. "What do you children want?" he asked.

Clary cleared her throat. "I'm Clarissa Fray—"

"Oh, yes. Valentines daughter," he said, judgingly.

"No, Sir, I'm not." She took a deep breath, and said, "I know you aren't going to believe me—not many people do—but I need you to listen to every word I say. I have no doubt that you've heard the Greek legions, the ones of gods, and goddesses, and monster. Am I correct?"

He nodded his head. "we have heard of them, but what does this have to do with anything? If I'm correct, you were found by my guards saying there would be a war against demons?"

Taking it as my turn to talk, I nodded. "And that's where the 'you're not going to believe us' part comes in. The gods are real, and so are demigods. We are demigods. Well some of us."

There was a giant rumble of laughter, and I almost cringed at the sound. It echoed through the room, creating an invisible force that almost knocked me down. Putting my hand on Clary's shoulder, I held myself up, and continued.

"I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth. And if we don't come together we and work together, then the demons will win the uprising."

"And we should believe you why?" one of the others Clave members asked. "why should we believe a bunch of children?"

Because they tell the truth, a voice said in my head, and I was wondering if I had just been imagining it. But everyone else was looking around, as though they heard the voice too.

"The silent brothers," one of the Clave men said. (haha, that sounds like Cave men (: )

We all turned to the door to see a hooded man, much like Brother Jeremiah, walk in. the children tell the truth, he repeated.

"How do you know!" the Leader yelled.

Because I am their gift to you. The gods have been creating us, giving us gifts. The silent brothers are made for many purposes, but the most important being that we convince you that the gods are real.

"that's why brother Jeremiah was down in the Underworld," Clary said. "Once he died, he was returned to the gods."

The silent brother nodded. It was tragic, all my brothers killed. The gods were furious.

"so, what? We're just supposed to believe you?" One of the Clave asked.

That's when Clary snapped.

"Look, you don't have to believe us!" she yelled. "Either way, the demons are going to rise up, and when they do, you'll know we were telling the truth. The demons will rise up, and so will the monsters. And when that happens, we're asking you to fight beside us."

"You're just kids," one scoffed, waving us off with a hand. But Clary wasn't finished.

"Look, a good majority of you looks fat and lazy, but that doesn't mean it's okay to just sit around and to nothing! You don't have to fight! Not you individually. But the other shadowhunters need to know so that they, unlike you, can get off there lazy a**s, and do something about this.

Believe us. Don't believe us. All we're asking is for you to fight with us when the time comes. Because, yeah, we are just children. But we aren't weak children. The kids from my camp have gone to war before, and some of us died. A lot actually. The bigger the number of soldiers we have the better chance we have of winning. Please," she begged. "guaranty that when the demons rise, you'll do your job as shadowhunters, and fight?"

Each Clave member looked at each other, as though having a silent conversation. Speaking of silent, I looked at the Silent brother. He hadn't moved.

After clearing his throat, the leader of the clave said, "What did you have in mind, Kid?"

They believe you, son of the sea god, the bother said in my head.


(Jace's pov.)

We stayed at an empty house by the outskirts of Idris. All us teenagers sat at a table and eat dinner together, my family clamming they wanted to get to know the demigods better. After a amusing evening—one of which Simon didn't join us— I knew it was time to hit the sack. Clary and Percy were sharing a room, and for the first time, I felt as though I could trust Percy Jackson. It was an odd feeling, let me tell you.

As I walked into my room, I felt very tied, and knew what was going to happen. Quickly, I moved myself over to my bed, not bothering to change my outfit, and zonked out in two seconds flat.


I started looking around, hoping to see the goddess.

"Looking for me shadowhunter?" a voice like silk rang, and I turned to see Aphrodite.

"why am I here again?" I asked, trying to be rude.

"I want you to tell me around Clary," she smiled.

I sighed, sadly. "what's there to tell?"

"what did you want to do when you saw her cry in the hall after her friend left her?"

Looking up, shocked, at her, I said, "I wanted to hold her. To protect her. To make all the hurt go away, and to go grab Simon by the collar and make him understand. I wanted everything to be okay. I didn't think Clary deserved to feel so sad and alone."

The goddess smiled. "so I was right. You're love for her is real, and not based on lust."

"How can you tell," I asked.

"Think about your words, Jace. Think about how you just wanted to hold her, to make all the unneeded hurt to go away. back when the Greek love stories were popular, all the love was based on lust, and want. Never real love. I'm glad to finally be able to tell a real love story."

I groaned. "You're going to tell everyone how I feel?"

She laughed. "Of course not, child. When you are gone. When you won't feel ashamed for how you feel."

I sighed. "I'll always feel ashamed."

All of a sudden, she was there, cupping my chin, in an almost intimate way. "One day you won't shadowhunter. Believe that."

And with that, she was gone.


Aphrodite is right. Don't just date or marry someone because there really hot, or whatever. You diserve better then that, and so do they. It doesn't matter if you're the only person in your grade who doesn't have a boyfriend or girlfriend. Why settle for only half the cookie when you can have all of it? That's the one thing I don't get in my school. all the girls and boys are dating people because they think they should be. I could care less if I'm someone or single. As long as I get the guy in the end, what else matters?