Hey Guys! I am so sorry that it has taken me this long to do anything on here, whether it be a new story or just an update. I admit that I needed a break from writing anything for a while, but did not mean to be away for as long as I was. There are no excuses, but there is a new story! I hope you guys enjoy!

Clary P.O.V.

Everything hurts. My head, my arms… everything. Looking on the ground to my right and then my left, all I can see is blood pooling around me. Trying to get up, I feel this pain in my right shoulder which now feels like glass. My entire body feels like glass, like any little touch would break me completely.

"AAAAHHH1" I scream, gripping my shoulder with my left hand, falling back to the ground and curling into a ball. I can feel something rip, something else feeling like I am getting stabbed and when I look to the ground I can only see more blood pouring out from a wound on my abdomen.

'Is that mine?' I thought, laying there trying to remember what happened. 'Oh yeah, that's right. We fought and I was pushed. They pulled out that thing. I hit that other thing and they still came for me. '. I can remember everything that happened, but how long will that last? I look around me for people or buildings, but there are none. I go to grab my stele and then remember…it's broken. My phone is who knows where. "They're safe" I say to myself. "They made it."

Laying here, all I can think of is how this came to happen. Why I was here in this position and why everything else happened. Unfortunately, it doesn't last long as the pain and blood loss become too much and I am encompassed in the darkness.

Six Months Earlier

Clary P.O.V.

"So, what's all of this about Maryse? Did I do something wrong?" I ask as we walk into the Idris Meeting Hall.

"I don't know. The Clave called a meeting and said that they wanted both of us there. I wasn't given any details pertaining to the meeting, just that it was urgent." She replied. Sighing, I continue walking towards the meeting room fully annoyed.

"Any reason why they decided on a meeting at 6:30am on a SATURDAY? I mean we're shadowhunters, we are generally up until like 5:00am hunting demons. Don't they have any, ya know, common sense?" I ask Maryse completely pissed off and exhausted. Yeah, the time wasn't just for example, I haven't slept. Maryse gave me a look telling me to calm down, but didn't actually say anything. Ugh.

"At least they chose an actual meeting room this time instead of the City of Bones with the Silent Brothers like last time." I say, pushing the door open. Once inside, we find what looks to be about six members of the Clave sitting at the large, brown wooden table with two empty seats next to each other.

'Guessing those are our seats' I think slyly, walking over and sitting in one. Maryse taking the seat next to me almost instantaneously.

"Ladies, so nice of you to join us. Now let us begin." Brother Marcoh starts. Clasping his hands together, he puts a smile on his face and gives me a look, "Clarissa, you have heard about the children who have gone missing right?" he asks and I nod. "Yeah. They will be doing something innocent like riding bikes in the park, but they never come out of the park. I know all about this".

"Well," he begins, "We think we may have found them. A member of the San Diego Institute contacted us and mentioned that they thought they saw some of our missing kids. They managed to get photos and sent them to us." As he finishes, Maryse and I stand, taking the photos from his hands. One after another I see the children, but as teenagers now.

"Selena Ravenwood, Helena Rivera, Chloe Harris…" I say the names looking at them one at a time. At one point I lose count, there were about fifteen at that point. I get to the last picture and I freeze, dropping the rest of them in disbelief.

"Clary, you clumsy girl" Maryse laughs and she bends down and starts to pick them up, "I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into her. Clary, are you okay honey?" She asks me, but I can't respond. It feels like my feet have been frozen to the floor and my eyes stapled open

After what feels like eternity, I look up at Marcoh, "Is this…Max. Maxwell Lightwood? The same Max that we've believed to have been dead for the past five and a half years?" I say on the verge of tears. Maryse rips the photo out of my hands and looks at it, gasping loudly. Marcoh nods slowly.

"He isn't dead. But, if you don't help us, he and all those other children will be soon."