"Some people put up walls, not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down."

-Socrates

Jace's Perspective

Clary was late, again. Of course he couldn't blame her, he loved her, and because of recent events it was okay. Everyone's been acting strange and they have started to drift apart. Clary especially. Ever since Simon died she locked herself up, I was there to comfort her, but it felt like there was no love. Has she stopped loving me?

Then, she popped through the front door. Her face was drenched in water. She threw her umbrella down and took off her rain coat. Her hair was perfectly dry. She was crying. "It's really rainy outside." She said while taking a towel and drying her face.

"Yeah, ummmm. You want something to eat?"

"Sure."

"We just got Taki's take out."

"Great!"

The walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Clary bustled through the bag and pulled out some fries. Isabelle drifted behind her and gracefully picked up the plastic container. Her movements were becoming more swift and ghost-like. Half the time it seemed as if she was floating. She sat down beside me and began eating the rice. Alec appeared through the doorway. Awkwardly standing he picked up the salad bowl and sprinkled in some dressing. I took a bite in my sandwich as we awkwardly sat around the table in total silence.

While eating clary pulled out her sketch pad and began drawing what looked like a stele. Maybe she was bored. Then he became intrigued as she began mumbling something under her breath.

Clary's Perspective

This is so awkward. I couldn't bear looking at everybody like this. So apart so distant. I knew Jace saw my tears, for the first time I wasn't crying because of Simon. I was crying because we were so apart. I wanted to jump into Jace's arms and passionately embrace him. I want Izzy to drag me along on her shopping trips. I want to return to normal playful banter with Alec. I want my life back.

I took out my sketchbook and began drawing the only thing I could think of, my stele. I drew the intricate crystals enlaced unto my mother's stele. I focused my attention to the crystal right above the tip. I drew the line's representing the edges then I found myself immersed in thoughts. The crystal didn't look like a crystal at all it looked like a rune. I gasped to find that I was muttering this whole time. Then my pen slipped out of my hand and the rune began to glow brighter and brighter until the whole room was ensconced in light.

"Clary!" exclaimed Jace. It was the first time he said my name like that. The first time that he said my name out of pure concern. It was the first time since the incident. He reached out and took my hand next thing I knew we were whirling around. Flipping through an endless vortex. It felt like a portal, but then it also felt so strange. It didn't feel like you were being tossed or thrown, it felt like you were falling, falling into the hands of time.

Izzy's Perspective

My head was pounding I could only think one thing 'clary what have you done now?' I sighed. I slowly sat up until I met a pair of fiery gold eyes. I screeched. They were my own. How could I be afraid of myself? Was I in regret of my decision? I analyzed my reflection in an old broken mirror. I was a changed person, I could barely recognize myself.

I looked over to Clary and Jace holding hands. If only I had a love like that. I gulped back the tears. Where were we? Everyone was passed out in what appeared to be some old alley, and then a blasting horn sound came from the distance. Correction, an old alley next to a harbor.

"Wakey-wakey!" I said nudging Alec, Jace, and Clary.

"Where are we?" asked alec.

"Ask Clary" I replied in a very accusative tone.

"Well, ummmm. Maybe if I…." she shuffled around herself "My sketchbook! It's gone!"

"I'll buy you a new one." Said Jace surprisingly not sarcastically.

"No. No. No! My old one had the rune that I used to get us here. You see I was just drawing and then a rune just popped out and then we ended up here and….." she was speaking jibberish.

"Clary! Calm down. Let's just ask someone for help and then maybe" jace was cut off. A giant drevak demon lurched in the distance. Little nephilim trapped. Nowhere to go for little nephilim. Little nephilim will make a good kill. Jace and Alec retrieved their seraph blades. I got out my whip and Clary pulled out a dagger. Jace and Alec ran forward while I restrained it. They fought off its monstrous claws while clary threw the dagger straight into its heart. Relief flooded over too quickly. Another Drevak Demon jumped out from behind us and then a mysterious figure slashed a seraph blade across its heart and another figure jumped out from behind and plunged the blade through its back. 'Heroic' I thought.

"Any more demons we need to know about?" I asked.

"No I don't think…" a charming British accent lulled.

"Wait" Jace cut him off. His sensor was beeping like crazy. "One more." He sprung to action and in a couple of quick strikes the demon fell.

"Impressive swordsmanship." Another voice said. He had an arrogant tone unlike the first.

"Ummmm. Who are you?!" Clary practically screamed. She was clearly stressed. Jace put his arm around her.

"No, I'd like to disagree with that statement. The question is, who are you?" Two men stepped out from behind the shadows. The first was stunningly silver with a kind smile on his face. While the other was dark and handsome. His eyes were blue. But the thing that shocked them the most was his resemblance to Alec. As everyone looked from Alec to the stranger, gasps filled the air.