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Chapter 45 - Looking Through The Barriers
Izzy on a single knee was looked up at Clary who was still staring down towards the floor. She couldn't read Clarys expression. She could not even assume to know what was on her mind. Because deep in Clarys thoughts there was a war going on. Her mind torn between truth and lies.
The last thing Clary wanted to do was tell Izzy what had happened. However after returning to herself, Clary had to sit and take a moment to understand everything. She assumed she did during the conversation she had just had. But now that she was back, she started to have doubts.
Everything just felt too real to be a dream. Then again, this wasn't necessarily a dream. It's, if you want to say it more or less complicatedly, this was a potential reality.
Clary realized it had been a few minutes since she had said anything. All the thoughts running through her mind made her completely forget where she was or who she was with. She didn't even realize till now That Isabelle was calling her name trying to get her attention.
Finally after looking up did Clary see Izzy with a very distressed face. Perhaps the only solace given to her would be the Clary couldn't be enchanted. Izzy knew of the ring she had acquired from Isaac. Clary looked down at her hand. The one that was not real. She curled her hand into a fist, frustrated at the question if this was really true or not.
"I'm fine. For some reason, I became light headed. But I'm ok now." Izzy didn't know if she believed Clary but didn't question Clary's response all the same. She stood and looked down at Clary who was still sitting on the bed. "Well then, you were going to show me the training room?"
Clary just remembered where they were headed earlier. She lead the way out of the room in silence. The whole way she wanted to take the time, even if it be short, getting to the training room to think. Izzy however did not think that the same and started a conversation. One or any Clary knew she could not ignore, lest she raise suspicions.
Still, Clary was lost within her own mind. She wished she could be alone for a while to think. As Izzy spoke on Clary made sure to pay attention, regardless of all the distractions within her mind. Any questions to Izzy about what she was saying, she would become annoyed. No doubt ask where Clary had run off to (metaphorically speaking). And inquire as to what she was thinking about.
Izzy was very smart though, and Clary knew this. Which means she also knew that Izzy did currently have unasked questions of what just happened. And Clary did not want to give any reasons for her to ask them.
Clary knew she could not hide the truth. Not forever. Just keep whatever had just happened to her, to herself for now. Until she had answers to the questions Izzy may have. Even if perhaps revealing the truth, and gaining help from others would be the best way to go about finding them.
Clary did not want to lie to her friend, she hated lying. To others, this may be a way to sugar coat the word lie, but Clary never believed so. Keeping a secret, is not a lie. A lie would be a revealing something, speaking something. But covering the truth with something false.
Right now, even if Clary was happy to be with Izzy, Clary just wanted to be alone. She needed time to process. Weigh the possibilities on whether everything she had just learned is the truth or not. So Clary started to think of an idea to do that. She decided to show Izzy the training room. Maybe spar with her for a while. But then she would tell her that she was feeling unwell and had to lie down.
But then Clary paused at that idea. When would she get to spend some alone time with Izzy again? She did not want to ignore the opportunity to spend some time with friend she had not been with in a year. The one who was now head of the Institute, which made her even more busy. Harder hang out with even if it be day.
Clary decided, may it be difficult or not, to put her thoughts on hold. At night, when the arrival Simon comes, she could tell him she was tired. The way she did last night. The way any normal person would be. And if he asked why she was going to sleep so early, she could merely tell him the excuse she was planning on giving to Izzy. That she wasn't feeling completely alright at the moment. Whilst holding hope that he would not take that information too seriously.
True that would be a lie. Clary wasn't sick. But in a way she didn't feel good either. She felt as if her mind needed rest at the moment and she didn't know why. Perhaps she just had information overload at the moment. A part of her still did not believe all she had just learned. Though for some reason, she lacked some of the doubts she originally had.
Clary was lost in her own thoughts and didn't know what to do. In all honesty, even though she was happy to see Izzy, Clary wanted to be left alone. She felt as if, if she tried to think whilst surrounded by the people who merely wanted to protect her, she would just be extremely distracted. At the same time she knew that she would never be able to let them give her some space.
Isabelle put a hand on Clarys shoulder causing her to startle. "Are you alright?" She asked. Clary who assumed she was still on the fence of whether or not to tell her friends apparently had decided in that moment. Because she had answered "Yes" She continued to spar with Izzy. Acting as if nothing happened and hoping her lie would be convincing.
Perhaps Clary forgot her friends intelligence or underestimated it. Or maybe she wasn't aware of how intuitive Izzy could be, because Izzy said to her right in the middle of their match. "Whatever you are keeping to yourself, I suggest you tell someone." She stopped and took a deep breath. "Secrets have unforeseen consequences."
Clary frowned "You'll think I'm crazy." Clary said with a desperate look in her eyes. She wondered why she even felt desperate. Isabelle wasn't making her say anything. It was her choice who, when and if she told anyone at all. However Izzy's words, it made her want to confide in someone.
She started to think the desperation in her eyes, the begging. It wasn't for Izzy to stop asking questions, to stop trying to force her. It was for Izzy to push harder. Clary was too wary to say anything. Couldn't bring herself to tell the truth. She wanted someone to make her say it.
"Nothing you could say or do would ever make me think that." Izzy sighed and placed her blades down. She then went to take Clarys from her as well. Izzy took ahold of Clarys hands and looked her in the eye. "You can trust me." Clary closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then began to explain everything that had just happened to her within the past hour.
Izzy hadn't spoken the whole time. She merely listened intently at what Clary had to say. Clary explained her strange behavior and everything that was supposedly going on. Clary search Izzy's eyes for the moment she would declare Clary had lost her sanity. Izzy merely let go of Clary and turned around.
Izzy's silence worried her more than if she claimed Clary was insane. It felt like Izzy was justifying that Clary had lost her mind. "Say something." Clary said as she bit her lip. Her nerves were on edge and each second of silence longer felt like a stab in the gut. "Izzy please." Clary begged her to speak.
"What you're asking me to believe is too much Clary. I don't think you're crazy." Izzy said as she placed her hand on Clarys arm, but Clary flinched away at the touch. It was meant to be comforting but it wasn't.
As much as Izzy was trying to soothe Clary from the fact that she didn't believe her. This gesture felt like Izzy was trying to get through to Clary. Make her believe what she was saying could not be possible. It made Clary feel somewhat angry not comforted. Nevertheless Izzy's words were effecting her in a way.
What if she did just have some episode. If she thought about, the fact that all she had learned was real seemed less and less possible as the seconds passed by. Clary looked at Isabelle for what seemed like forever, where in reality in was barely a minute.
Clary didn't know her next words would be. She could argue with Isabelle, defend what she had said, and she was going to do that, before doubts crept in. Clary was going to do either that or agree with Izzy that everything she learned was fake. Just to satisfy Izzy by proving she didn't think this insane situation was real.
Of course Clary would be lying. But that was then. She wondered if she agreed now, would it be a lie? She didn't know if she believed it herself anymore. Yet there was this small part of her she could not rid herself of, that said that it was true. Clary looked into her friends eyes then shook her head slightly.
Clary backed away and didn't speak as she turned to walk away. Clary realized she couldn't give Izzy any answer, because she was unclear on how she would answer Izzy's reaction. So she left because she couldn't look into Izzy's desperate eyes any longer. The eyes the were begging for Clary to admit to herself that it was all untrue.
Even if Clary herself was not sure on whether or not she believed it anymore. Clary changed and went back outside. She wanted to hide to gather her thoughts and not hear what Izzy had to say on everything Clary told her, but she also really wanted some fresh air. She felt as if she couldn't breathe.
Izzy left the training room but was somewhat lost. She followed the path back up they took from Clarys room, well, the room she had been using. She kept back tracing. From there she went the path they took from the nursery. Now she was at a loss, Izzy was trying to remember how they got here from the garden, but she was so captivated by the manor she wasn't really paying attention.
It was the same with all the other rooms but Izzy's instinct helped her puzzle together the routes they had taken. The only lead she had now was going back downstairs. She used the closest staircase to lead her down to the first floor. One floor above the training room.
Izzy looked left and right. The only clue now was finding the ballroom that lead to the garden. She was starting to get frustrated how the Lightwood Manor was not this big. That and how this place seemed like a maze. Nevertheless she found the ballroom.
Izzy assumed since Clary was not in her room or the nursery she may have gone back outside. When Izzy walked outside she saw Clary sitting on the steps leading onto the grass. Clary felt Izzy's presence before she heard her footsteps. Still, she didn't ask Isabelle to leave her alone.
Izzy went to sit down next to her and to Clarys surprise a portal opened on the grass a few yards in front of her. However Izzy was not so surprised. Once she reached the ballroom she had sent Magnus a fire message. Even if she didn't believe Clary, Izzy believed the others needed to hear what Clary had to say.
Everyone walked through, Jace, Simon, Alec and lastly Magnus. Clary stood and walked forward then looked at Jace. "Is something wrong?" she asked. "We were about to ask the same." Jace replied. "Magnus received a fire message from Issabelle. It said you had something to tell us." Alec said to Clary.
Clary turned and glared at Izzy. Did she call them all here in order to have them gang up on her? Izzy spoke "They need to hear what you have to say. We all need to decide if we believe it or not." Clary agreed with Izzy so she told her story again. Of everything she saw, of the man she spoke to, and of how this was all fake.
Izzy just turned around. She wanted to believe Clary. "What do you want me to say?" Clary opened her mouth then closed it again when she realized she had no answer. "That I believe you? That I don't think something must be wrong with you." Izzy said and shook her head slightly as she looked at Clary sadly. "I don't want to lie to you."
Clary looked down and felt tears come to her eyes. "You said-" "I know what I said! But Clary this is too much. You can't ask me to believe. I'm sorry" Clary looked at the others then closed her eyes and she heard her tears hit the floor. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to escape everything. Clary shook her head.
"Well what did you think was going to happen?" Clary opened her eyes and blinked her tears away. She looked up and saw the man who started all this. "What do you mean?" Clary asked. "You thought you would tell your friends what was happening and they would just believe you?" he paused giving Clary a moment to think. "Think about it. You sound as if you have lost your mind."
What had happened was momentarily forgotten as Clary replied. "I thought I wasn't going to see you again?" "Your friend not believing you caused great emotional turbulence. It caused you to wake up. I'm going to have put you back to sleep again." "Wait!" Clary shouted to stop him.
"How do I make them believe?" Clary asked looking for some answer as to how she could make her friends believe her. "Find a way. You are running out of time." he merely said. Clearly stating that he didn't know either. Before Clary could say anything more, he snapped his fingers and Clary was back to where she was before.
Clary felt fresh tears on her face, they seemed foreign since a moment ago her face was dry. Clary took a deep breath to calm her and put on a more determined look. This kept happening, she was either having episodes, or it really was true. "You don't have to believe me. But I know that all of you trust me."
"We don't think you would lie Clary. You just think something that is impossible is true." Simon said to her. It hurt especially hard not to have the support of her best friend. But at least he didn't say that she was crazy. Clary looked to Jace and he stepped towards her. "And you?" she asked.
"I don't want to believe that I'm not real." Jace said looking into Clarys eyes. He laced his fingers with hers. "But I will always believe you. I want to help you make us, me and you, real." All the others looked at Jace, surprise written all over their face.
"If this is true, how do we go about waking you?" Alec asked Clary. "According to the man-" "Who we are apparently trusting now." Jace cut her off rolling his eyes. Clary continued "It wasn't the first time I saw him. As if Ithuriel placed me in time loop. The only way to break it is to break out of the coma. All the other times a failed, I either couldn't find a way to wake up. Or..." "Or what?" Simon asked. "Or I died..."
Silence befell them at those words. "If you're in a time loop then if you die here it won't matter. You'll just start all over again." Simon pointed out. "Yes but this isn't a normal dream. It's how time would have gone on in the real world. Not to mention Ithuriel can keep Clary alive for only so long. He's doing everything to make sure she lives. Keeping her alive in reality and disregarding any timeline where she dies." Magnus said.
"Normally when you're in a dream and you know you're dreaming. To wake up you could just die." Simon said. "Except Clary can't do that here because whatever happens here, happens in the real world." Jace said. "Not to mention, another reason this isn't a normal dream is because Clary isn't asleep, she's comatose. Another reason why she can't just scare herself awake." Alec pointed out.
"If you somehow found out what went wrong all those other times, you would know what not to do." And Clary was surprised to see, it was Izzy who said that. Clary looked at Magnus. "Is there some spell I could use to remember?" "If this is all fake then there may be a limit to which spells work or not."
"Every spell that was cast up till now worked. So this shouldn't be a problem right?" Asked Simon. Magnus however shook his head. "This is different. Clary isn't trying to remember long forgotten memories. Even though she would be trying to see the life of Clary Fray she wouldn't be looking at her own life."
Magnus could see they were lost, so he explained further. "Even a past life is still a life you have lived. A life with very complex magic you may be able to access. Because regardless if it was a different person, it wouldn't have been a different soul. These other Clary's, they are not you. You can't access their memories because you are not the same person."
Magnus looked at their faces and it plainly said that they understood. "Then don't try to help me find a memory, help me see into one of the other timelines." Clary said to Magnus. Magnus just shook his head again, clearly Clary didn't realize she was asking the impossible.
"You are asking to break down the walls between the different time lines." Magnus said in a serious tone to Clary. Clary just raised her eyebrows as if to say, 'So what?' "There is a reason there are barriers in time-loops. Having them keeps all the timelines stable. Take them away and-" "Everything crashes in on itself?" Izzy said cutting Magnus off.
"In a sense yes." Magnus agreed. "What if Clary didn't so much as break down the walls as looked through them?" Jace asked. Magnus didn't have a reply for that. "I could just glance at every timeline, not enter it entirely." Clary said. As much as Magnus thought it was a good idea, it still seemed impossible to do.
"That would require magic even I don't know." Magnus regretfully said. He hated admitting he wasn't strong enough or smart enough for anything. Hated feeling inferior.
"Maybe I can help?" Jace said. Everyone looked at Jace in question. "How?" asked Alec. "Herondale blood. There are so many spellbooks in the library, perhaps one of them has what we need." Magnus rolled his eyes 'Doubtful' he thought. Deciding on his own he was better than all those other warlocks.
That is when Clary had an idea. "Isaac? Isaac I know you can hear me." she said. Suddenly a portal opened near Clary. She was about to walk through it when suddenly Isaac himself stepped through. He looked at all of them, his glance his greeting. Then he turned his head toward Magnus. "Bane." Was all he said in recognition. That hated inferiority fell upon Magnus again, though he refused to show it.
"Isaac you are the oldest warlock alive today. I thought you may be able to help us, help me, with something." Clary said with a pleading look in her eyes. "You want access to the other timelines." Everyone but Magnus was surprised by what he said.
"How did you-" Clary began but Isaac cut her off. "I am old enough and wise enough to realize that a time-loop has begun. And seeing as you are obviously at the epicenter of each, clearly I kept an ear out for you." He said this as if it should be obvious, that they should know he was so great. "Can you do it?" Alec asked.
"I know of the time-loop, but can't recall every detail in each." Isaac paused then looked at Clary. "I can share my knowledge with Clary, however she will have to fight for all the fragments of information on her own. Think of it as trying to find the missing pieces of a puzzle." He explained plainly.
Isaac said they would need to do it when her mind was completely relaxed. They went up to Clary's room. Alec, Magnus, Simon and Izzy waited outside in the hall on Isaac's orders. But Jace refused to leave. Even if Isaac demanded he need to concentrate, which thankfully he didn't. He let Jace stay, he supposed this would help Clary relax more anyway.
Clary laid down and looked up at the tall warlock. She had to admit, even if it was her idea she was a little frightened, now that it wasn't Magnus entering her mind. Isaac removed her ring, the one he had given her that repelled magic.
"Close your eyes." she heard Isaac say. Isaac covered her eyes with one hand and she quickly fell into a peaceful dreamless sleep. He then placed a hand on her forehead.
Jace watched on, nervous about what would happen to Clary. It suddenly struck him, it was possible one of the other Clary's did this too. If they did and things still ended up bad for her, then what they were doing now was futile, because it had already failed to be of use.
Clary felt as if she was surrounded, watching bits and pieces of a movie of her life, except she didn't remember ever doing any of what she was seeing. Then she remembered in her sleepy daze, she was looking at the other Clary's. Isaac was right, it was like you only had half the puzzle pieces. He said she would have to find the missing ones.
Clary knew to do the spell she needed to relax. However she also felt like in order to get the missing pieces she needed to concentrate. All these scenes were melding together, frankly it was making her head hurt. The last thing she wanted to do is look for more.
Clary tried relaxing her mind. "I need to separate them." she whispered to herself. Clary imagined a canvas splashed with different colors, what she needed to do was separate the colors. At first it was difficult but gradually it became easier.
Clary realized she could part them all, but she needed to find the missing pieces. Each had some parts missing, but every had the ending missing. As if it was specifically trying to be kept from her.
Clary reached her hand out as if she was reaching for what she was missing, when she felt the first missing piece come back she knew what she had to do. Clary stopped trying to force it. Instead she closed her eyes and let her arms fall to her sides. Her head fell back and she took deep breath, leaving herself open, vulnerable.
In that instant Clary felt a flood come upon her. Every missing piece fit into place. Images passing through her mind then perfectly placing themselves where they belong. Except...the endings...
Suddenly all around Clary was black. "Clary..." she heard someone call her name, a familiar voice. "Clary..." her name echoed again. Clary searched and when she finally turned around she saw who was calling her. It was herself. "Are you me? A Clary from another timeline?" Clary asked. "Yes and no." The girl who looked like her said very cryptically.
Clary noticed she seemed sad, was it pity for the situation she was in? No, this was a different sadness. "Who are you?" Clary asked. "I'm the endings..." Clary was surprised. Why had the endings of each life been separated and manifested into this being? "I don't understand." Clary said.
"You now know what happened in every life. You've come farther than any Clary, because none had taken to this path. However I think it best you don't know the outcome of the others." Clary was confused. "But that's the whole reason I did this, to find out what went wrong. Why I was unsuccessful." Clary said.
"And you have found out enough." Clary heard the girl say. "No, I haven't." Clary calmly argued. "I won't deny you the knowledge you want. But I will ask again you do not take it." Clary noticed she had a pleading look in her eyes. But she had no choice, she needed to see how she failed, needed to know how to avoid failing again.
"Please." Clary said. The the girl walked forward, the apparition that was the endings of each life. When she walked towards Clary, up close she seemed even more depressed. Seeing herself like this, Clary felt so much sadness for this person, she couldn't understand it's sorrow.
It came up to Clary and took her face in its hands then whispered. "I'm sorry..." Then it kissed her lightly, and Clary closed her eyes and returned the kiss. When Clary opened her eyes again it was gone. At first she was confused then she felt as if the wind was knocked out of her. She gasped as every ending passed through her mind.
Clary fell to her knees, she realized the apparition entered her. She was now seeing seeing the endings to each time put themselves into place. But something else was happened. Clary just realized she was crying. She closed her eyes tightly and put her hands on her head and started shaking it violently. "Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Jace looked down at Clary and noticed tears falling from the corner of her eyes. "What's happening?" Jace asked slightly panicked. "I don't know." Isaac said calmly. Then they saw Clary start to become uneasy. "Take her out." Jace said. "If I do that she may not have gotten all of the information she needs." Isaac warned Jace. "I don't care just do it!" Jace demanded shouting.
Clary woke with a start. It hurt, everything hurt. She sat up and realized she couldn't stop crying. She knew now why the apparition looked so sad. It knew all Clary knew now and it was so painful to see.
"Clary? Clary!?" she suddenly heard Jace shout out next to her. He was sitting on the bed. "What's wrong?" he took ahold of her hand and grasped it tight. On hearing Jace's shouts the others quickly entered. "What happened?" Simon asked. "Is Clary alright?" Isabelle asked.
Jace didn't have any answers for them so he just looked at Clary, to see what she had to say. She looked at the people around her with her tear strewn face. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Clary's eyes now downcast she felt lost. How stupid she was to want the knowledge she has now.
One thing did bother Clary though. She would understand being upset by what she saw. But she wasn't so sensitive that she would cry so much. Clary thought back to the apparition who claimed to be the endings, how sad it looked. With all the other scenes she just watched from the sidelines.
Clary was a mere spectator for everything she saw. Everything leading up to the endings. However when it came to learning the conclusion of each life, that person, that being that embodied the endings somehow entered her. Clary was feelings the pain of every failure and death. All that sorrow that the apparition was feeling, she was feeling it now.
Clary looked at Jace "He lied..." she said in a low voice. Jace was momentarily confused, still wondering if Clary was ok. "Who lied?" he asked. Clary took a deep breath and wiped her face. She cleared her throat so she could speak clearer, louder. "The man I spoke to. The one who told me all this. The one trying to kill me."
"Shocking" Clary heard Simon say ironically. "What did he lie about?" Alec quickly asked. "He told the truth, about mostly everything. Except what happened at the end of the other timelines." Clary paused to take a deep breath and began again. "He said my failures were either because I couldn't pull this world into reality. I couldn't wake myself up. Or that I died."
Clary looked away, she felt she couldn't meet her friends eyes when she told them the truth. "Truth is, my failures were that I died in each one." Clary looked Jace in the eye. "Over and over I watched myself die. No matter what we did, we couldn't stop it. We never even found out who that man was."
The look on Jace's face clearly said he did not want to accept this information and he would fight against it ever happening again. "I felt the pain of every, I guess the only thing you could call it is unhappy ending." Isabelle sat on the bed and looked at her sadly. "You felt every death?" she asked.
"No, more like I felt every anguish." Clary clarified. "That's why I cried. Every sad moment, they all came on me at once." Clary looked around the room stunned by what she was saying, because it was true. She felt every sad moment, and it hurt beyond comprehension.
"Did you get anything that could tell us what to do?" Izzy asked. "Well I know what not to do." Clary said with a chuckle. But then she sighed and held Jace's hand a little tighter. "However...If I die each time, maybe it is just meant to be. Maybe that's my fate." Clary looked at Jace sadly, because she knew what he would think about her assumption.
"What?" Jace asked looking confused and shocked by what Clary had just said. "No...no!" Jace refused to believe what she said. "I'm not going to let you die, not again!" Jace argued but Clary thought he may be in denial. "Jace dying could be my destiny. You didn't see all of what I did. Looking at all that death. It helps me accept it more." Clary reasoned.
"Even if I did I wouldn't accept it. I would never accept losing you. If you saw me die multiple times, can you honestly say it would make it any easier for you to accept losing me!?" What Jace said hit Clary hard. Clary in fact saw him die just once and she couldn't accept it. She brought him back.
Clary knew she would do whatever it took to keep Jace with her. That she couldn't blame him. That he was right. "Ok then." Clary said smiling at Jace. "We fight." Isabelle smiled nodding. "All of us, we'll find a way." Then she looked at Clary "Because we'll never give up someone we love."
"I think what we need to do now is have Clary tell us the reasons she died every other time." Alec paused then continued. "We need to know what path to avoid taking." "Alec is right. We can't have this be a Labyrinth. It needs to be a maze." Magnus added. "What's the difference?" Jace asked. Magnus rolled his eyes and ignored Jace's question.
Clary then realized that still left the problem of her being asleep. They could try to save her life all they wanted, but it would be useless if she never woke up in. If she would not be able to find a way to pull this world into reality. Looking back on all the other timelines, it seemed she died before even given the chance to try.
"There is still one dilemma." Clary said to them. "What?" Simon asked for the group. Clary opened her mouth to answer but was cut off. "She's still asleep. We may have found a way to save her, but not wake her." Magnus said. He realized before any of them what Clary meant.
"Did you find any clue as how to do it? Did another you figure it out?" Isabelle asked. Clary unfortunately shook her head. "No, she was to dead to try." Jace didn't find this funny. Clary looked at Isaac. He knew of the loop already, perhaps he knew about this too.
"Breaking through a time-loop is one thing. Breaking free from whatever it is you are trapped in is different." Isaac said. "Why? Because she is frozen in the real world?" Jace asked. "Actually she is the only that isn't frozen. If time is really moving on in her, she needs to continue in time."
"The problems are first, waking from her coma." Isaac looked around as if to say he was aware of her situation. Then went on to say "And in doing so bring this entire world out of her mind, which we are currently trapped in." "I'm sorry what?" Simon said. "We're trapped in Clary's mind?" he asked. Clary thought he already knew this, so why was he acting surprised? Or more like, confused.
"This world isn't necessarily fake, especially considering that it could become real. It's just an intricate net formed by an angel to keep its beloved child alive." Clary looked up at Isaac and realized she never saw it that way, even though it was true. It was basically what the man said. Ithuriel was trying to keep her alive.
"You need to wake yourself up, once you accomplish that, the angels magic on you will be undone and this world will be real." Isaac told Clary. So she just had to find the killer, keep herself alive and wake herself up, Clary thought. "But how does one force themselves out of a coma?" asked Jace. The room was silent, each of them waiting for another to answer that question. Because you can't do that.
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Author's Note
I hope all of you Shadowhunters are all coping well during these hard times. It may be too much desire but I truly hope all of you are healthy and safe. Luckily me and my family are. Please me safe and smart out there. In other news. Where have I been? Well I write long bits and pieces of a chapter over time and just put off tying them together. This one (which I don't know if I particularly liked) ended up being 5,908 words. Also my beta didn't look over this, so sorry about any spelling/grammar issues. I also know Izzy was a little ooc in this chapter. But I needed her to be for that moment. Those who think I changed the storyline. More like I added to it. Added another plot, because the I hit a wall with the whole find the attempted murderer story. No amount of hiatus time would fix my writers block.
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