Okay sorry for taking so long to update, but, as you'll soon find out, I'm not too good with fight scenes. But lucky for you guys, summer has come, and if I'm not working, I'll be spending time on my computer writing for all you wonderful people. by the way, I've been writing a story and will possibly be putting it up on FictionPress. More details latter. Now on to the story. And I know that I've been doing a lot of Clary's pov., but it's been easier to write from her perspective.

(Clary's pov.)

The damn of warriors broke, flooding the ground with battle cries, and clashing swords. Soon everyone was rushing forward, their feet pounding on the ground, causing it to shake. The demons ran towards them, and when they met, it was a clash of metal meeting hard flesh, and grunts at the impact.

As I looked back at Valentine, I saw that he had vanished. "Clary watch out!" Percy yelled, causing me to spin around, putting up my sword to protect myself from the demon's arm that resembled a blade. I drew my sword back, swinging at the things abdomen. I easily blocked me, striking back in the next second. We battled for what seemed like hours, just the two of us. But it couldn't have been more than a minute. Finally, I had had enough of this thing. All the anger, and anxiety that had built itself inside of me exploded, making me swing my sword faster. Harder. For a second the demon was surprised, then started fighting back. But he didn't get any more blows in. All he could do was block my swings. With one final thrust of her sword, I sunk the metal blade into its side.

It exploded into a pile of black goo that burned me as it freckled my skin. I turned around to see that Jace and Percy—everyone really—had begun to fight, and for a second I was lost. So much was happening around me, but I was barley a part of it. I was a stone in a river that everyone just went around. I knew I had to start somewhere, so I found a boy who was taking on four at a time, causing two of them to turn their attention to me.

I could give you all the gory details. I could tell you the story to ever wound I had been given that day. I could express every sound the demons and monsters made as we killed them off one by one. I could state every being I ended that day, and how I did it without having to think about it at all.

But I won't do that. Doing that is remembering. Doing that is making me reenact everything that happened in my head. Doing that would be like facing eternal punishment in Tartarus.

"Clary, give me your arm," Percy said quietly, as we sat in our tent together.

Slowly I gave him my burnt arm, wincing as he started wrapping it.

"I told you I wasn't going to be easy," he said. We sat in silence for a while. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked, honestly confused. "For not stopping me from fighting? Percy, it may have been hell but you know better than anyone that that's not going to stop me."

"I know. I just wish I could have protected you out there," he whispered.

I put a bandaged hand on his shoulder. "Don't blame yourself. If I came back out without any scratches it would be a miracle."

"This is going to keep happening Clary," he said, stronger now. "What happened today is going to happen every day for who knows how long. And we're powerless there. There isn't a lake full of water for miles! They dried them all up!"

"We'll figure something out Percy."

"I know."

I put my arms around him, bringing him close. "We'll win this. I know it."

"How?"

I pulled away, smiling at him. "Because I know we can." I thought about what I just said and mumbled, "that was kind of cheesy."

Percy laughed. "Yeah, it was."

That night, I watched as my fallen friends burned, saying goodbye to them one last time. Jace put his arm around me, and I cried into his shoulder. He didn't ask me if we could talk about what we were going to do about the whole loving each other thing, and I was grateful.

(3rd person's pov.)

One week later

"Okay, so now that we have strategies for all the campers, let's think of some ideas for me and Clary," Percy said, talking to the group of campers and shadowhunters that showed up. "How are we going to use our abilities?"

"Well, you guys can control water," a young shadowhunter girl said. "Unfortunately, all the lakes have been dried up. But if we could somehow transport water over there, then you two could use it when needed."

"That's a good idea," Clary said. "But how are we going to transport it? Me and Percy can't just carry it over. It'll weaken us, and we need our hands to be free."

"We could take it over in tanks," Remi suggested. "Get a couple big tanks, fill them with water, then use them when you guys need them."

"Yeah, but what if they use it all?" Jace asked, pretending he didn't hate Remi.

"Rain water," Thalia nodded. "I could cause it to rain, and fill up the tanks. Just make sure it has a big mouth to catch all the rain."

"So, that's settled," Percy clapped. "Now I think it's time for us to get some sleep. It's been a long day."

"I have a question!" a man in the back asked, his voice powerful. "If you're gods are real, why don't they just help us?"

Clary looked to Percy, a worried look painting her face. They've answered this question before, and none of the conversations had gone well at all.

"They're not allowed to interfere in their children's lives," Percy said, starting to walk away.

"How is it interfering if they help you to survive?" a woman asked.

The Clave had excepted the gods—most of them—but other shadowhunters were having a hard time doing the same.

"How 'bout you ask them," Thalia said, mater a factly. "We're on our own for now."

"We can only pray to the gods that we win this," Clary whispered so softly only she heard.

Okay I know it's short, but I hope you enjoyed it. Have any of you seen Snow White and the Huntsman? Amazing right! I can't wait for it to come out on DVD