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Chapter 1

18th August 2013 just outside New York City, America.

Clary's point of view

Darkness, that's all I can see.

Nothing except black darkness surrounding me.

I tried to move upwards but my hand hit against something hard which felt very solid.

I tried to move it but it felt like it weighed hundreds of pounds.

I then put my hands out to the side and I felt the same solid material on both sides.

The first thought after that in my head was quite literally 'What the actual hell? I am in a tight space so I can't be dead as Shadowhunter's burn their dead. And brilliant now my claustrophobia problems are going to come back before I can get out.'

I reached up again and this time the surface seemed to almost give away at my touch so I punched the surface ignoring the stinging pain in my hands and on my side which just randomly hurt now.

I punched the surface again and this time I managed to break through the solid surface and I sat up in this tiny tight box sort of thing and I muttered to myself "Where the hell am I?"

My voice sounded dry and cracked as though I hadn't spoken in years and I my memory of how I got here was completely useless.

I tried to rerun a basic thing someone had once told me to do when I wasn't sure who I was.

"My name is Clarissa Adele Morgenstern, I am fifth teen years old, my best friends are Simon Lewis and Magnus Bane, I ran away from home when i found out my family were raising demons and I disowned them and changed my name to Clary Adele Fray. I was last told to kill a demon; I killed the demon and then nothing." I repeated that to myself a few more times before adding on to the last one "And I'm in a god forsaken cave."

I pushed myself into a standing position and then I noticed the pain in my side and the clothes I was wearing.

I was wearing a pair of black army trousers, and a black soldier's top and I could feel my hair was still in its ponytail and I had black combat sort of boots on and I had some sort of leather jacket on, a pair of black elbow length gloves on and I also had my father's dagger strapped to my side by my thigh sheath.

I struggled to walk properly on my feet again as I started to make my way over to what appears to be an entrance or exit to the cave.

Once I was out of the cave I looked around at my surrounding only to see that to one side there was a massive city full of tall buildings and on all of the other sides there was just long green grass and a small lake.

I stumbled my way over to the lake and looked as best as I could at my reflection in the water surface.

I still looked just as I had when I last looked into a mirror or at my reflection. I had the same bright red curly hair pulled back into a ponytail, the same sparkling, too big emerald green eyes, the same doll like porcelain skin and the same freckles that covered my face. I even had the same pale white scar running from the corner of my right eye right down to the right corner of my chin from a demon fight I had been in. I also appeared to have dirt and grim all over my face and clothing and body near enough which didn't really surprise me after being in that cave. I looked exactly the same as I have since I could remember but if I was the same then why do I feel different and why has all of this scenery changed because one thing I can promise anyone is that this wasn't the place where I last remember being.

I saw what looked like a line of grey and it looked almost out of place in this place surrounded by long green grass so I naturally stumbled my way over to the line of grey and I collapsed right on it.

I only just realised how bad the pain in my side and legs actually are so I went to my stele pocket but found it completely empty.

I muttered a curse in Latin before trying to figure out what the grey solid thing was.

I then had the surprise of my life as a massive thing came driving straight at me and I screamed slightly before jumping and rolling out of its way only to find a smaller thing speeding towards me so I had to roll again onto the side of the grey thing before I muttered "Note to future self, never try rolling across one of those grey things again. It hurts."

I then heard a faint wailing sound coming from the city so I stumbled onto the grey pavement like thing to try and get a better view of what was coming at me.

I then saw flashes of blue and red speeding towards me and then they stopped in front of me and a man got out of this small speedy thing and held a gun at me and told me "Put your hands on your head and get on your knees."

I frowned as it remind me of something from what felt like years ago but I did as they said and then the man told me "You're under arrest for the murder of Officer Collins, if you have anything to say then it may count against you in court…"

I interrupted him by asking him "Who the hell is Officer Collins?"

The man glared at me before picking me up bodily and stuffing me into his speedy thing and then speeding off back towards the city again.

I muttered to myself "Great to know that everyone listens to me again."

The man glared at me through his front mirror before snapping at me "Shut up. Unless you want to talk about how you have murdered or done any crime then you may talk but if not then shut up."

I raised my eyebrows at him but said nothing back to him as we carried on speeding into the city now.

I thought that by now nothing could surprise me as much as it did when we got out of the speedy thing and onto the path in front of the building.

The height of the building was amazing. It was so tall that I had to crane my neck right back to see the top of it.

I tried to make out the writing on the building as we went in but my dyslexia made all the words seem to float off the building and dance around in front of my eyes.

I let the man lead me through the rooms full of big bulky things and loud noises of some kind of machines working and into a cell; he also took my dagger, jacket and my gloves away from me which I wasn't particularly impressed about.

Once the man locked me in and left I muttered to myself "Brilliant, so far today I've woken up in a cave with no memory of the last part of the battle or how I even got to the cave and buried underground, I've almost got hit by two speedy things, arrested by what I presume is the police before being thrown into a speedy thing and taken into some sort of city and thrown into a cell that is made of some kind of strong metal and I have no idea where I am, why I am here or even who I am really. What a great day it's been and it's only morning I presume from looking at the amount of sunlight in here. What else is going to happen to me? Are these strange people going to take me to a mental institute? Seriously I know Simon always told me I had bad luck following me but still that is absolutely ridiculous."

Then the man who picked me up in the speedy thing came back and told me sternly "Come with me, Miss. You're coming with me to the interviewing room."

I stared at the man and asked him "The what room?"

The man repeated slowly for me "The interviewing room. Did you catch that?"

I glared at him and snapped "Yes I did thanks."

We ended up in a small room with a table and two chairs on either side of it and a few machine looking things.

I was strapped up to one of the machines and then I had to sit there and wait until my interviewer came.

Jace's point of view

Officer Frank Collins and I had gotten call to go up to the farmhouse just outside of New York City on the night he was murdered.

We had separated so I could search the house to find the man who called us and Frank went to search the stables for him.

In the end I found the poor calling man lying dead on the floor and I had sent a message to Frank over the radio to tell him about the man but he never replied so I went looking for him and what I saw was practically terrifying.

Frank had been lying on the floor with a cut in his side and his blood leaking across the floor. But that unfortunately hadn't been the scary bit.

The scariest part was who was with him in the stables.

The had been a woman with long, waist length, straight hair that almost changed colour as if it tried to suit your favourite hair colour. The woman had the same sort of eyes too that changed colour as if it met your perfect girl of your dreams but for some reason she looked as if she was some kind of Princess of evil. Her white floor length dress had been stained slightly with blood and the shadows seemed to almost cling to her.

There had also been a man who looked almost just like her except he had a more serpent look to him and he had one scar over his right hand side as if his heart was there and someone had stabbed him and another one where his body would have been split in half if he'd been chopped straight in half. This man had been wearing complete white trousers too which had also been stained with blood. He almost seemed to look exactly like the woman just a male version which made him the Prince of evil.

There had been a second man too standing just behind them the others smiling at the dead body. This man was actually describable. He had very white blonde hair and his dark black eyes had almost no light in them. He had very high cheekbones and he was wearing a deep red colour instead of white but you could tell that his clothes too had stains of blood. And his face had a scar running down his left cheek. The shadows also seemed to cling to him as if he was their master.

All of them had spoken in a weird tongue that I'd never heard before in my life. They had made small growling and whining noises before talking in a slightly more understandable language which I think was Latin.

When they saw me they sneaked towards me but I had backed away and the suddenly the white haired male one had said in English "Horses." And then they had all taken a horse each and ridden out of the stables and the darkness seemed to swallow them up which scared me even more than it did beforehand.

It was hard trying to accept that Frank was dead but I was getting around it slowly.

As soon as Officer Verlac had told me that he'd arrested someone for the murder of Frank I had come here straight away but when I saw the suspect in the interviewing room I was automatically surprised.

The suspect was a girl who looked no older than fifth teen maybe even sixteen I wasn't sure. She had bright, fiery red, curly hair which was pulled back in a messy sort of ponytail and she had stunning green emerald eyes that glittered in the light. She had extremely pale like almost doll skin under all the muck, dirt and grim she had covering her clothes and body but her face was also covered in millions of freckles. There was a gruesome sort of scar that ran across her small pale face which you could just make out underneath the dirt and grim, it ran from the corner of her right eye to the right side of her chin. Somehow the scar made her seem even more pretty really. It was only the grim and dirt that made her look a little bit strange. She also had a few scraps running across her cheeks as though she'd been rolling along roads or something.

The girl was also wearing all black from her top and trousers to her boots and I also noticed that the clothes also seemed quite old fashioned and it was probably from about 300 years ago or more.

Another thing that caught my eye about the small girl was that she had scars in funny shapes running around her small neck and any other skin that you could see though a few had black markings as though they were tattooed onto her skin but I sensed that they weren't tattoos from when she moved the marks didn't fold with the skin, they almost seemed to stay in the same place.

The girl seemed very curious about the handcuffs on her wrists as though she'd never seen them on there before.

Her green eyes studied it for a moment before she jerked her hand, wincing slightly as the metal dug straight into her skin.

Officer Verlac laughed at her and told her "You can't escape these handcuffs you know. They're built for exactly people like you."

The girl just looked at him and asked him "And what would you mean by people like me?"

What surprised me was how British her voice sounded, it was cracked and dried as if she hadn't had a drink in ages but she still had a clear, posh sort of very typical expected British accent.

The girl then coughed slightly and asked Officer Verlac "Am I allowed a drink of water or something? Or is that going to be taken off me too?"

Officer Verlac nodded and walked over to the machine and poured her a cup of water before handing it to her.

The girl nodded her head in thanks before almost chugging it down and then she pulled a strange face as if it tasted funny.

Officer Verlac or Sebastian as his name is told her "And I meant by people like you as in murders and criminals like you."

The girl pointed out "You haven't actually charged me on any murder or criminal offense so you can't actually call me a murderer or a criminal until you've proved that it was me."

Sebastian growled and then he said "Yes but it's only a matter of time until you are proven guilty of something."

The girl rolled her eyes and said "Another note to future self- try not to do any crimes so I'm convicted by a person who is strapping me to some kind of machine and accusing me of murdering someone I don't have a clue who they are." She then realised that they would be dead so she muttered "Or were."

Sebastian leant in close to her face and told her " One I am a police officer not just a person, two this machine will tell us if you're lying during your interview and three you ought to be careful about what you say because the dead man's partner is standing outside listening to our conversation and your interview."

The girl didn't flinch away from Sebastian being that close unlike most people would she only asked curiously "And you depend all of your trust on some machine that could easily give you false information about me telling the truth or not so you don't have to use your brains more often to see if that person was lying? Wow that is very depending on a poor piece of junk you know, and how the hell can a machine know that?"

I almost instantly liked this girl now, she may not understand this stuff but she certainly has a very amusing to watch and listen to attitude for sure.

Sebastian then answered her questions "Yes we depend on the machine to tell us whether you're lying or telling the truth, and the machine registers your heart rate as most people's would raise as they lied."

The girl frowned and muttered something in another language that sounded a lot like Latin.

The team leader then came into the room and my foster brother Alec Lightwood went in with him to help him.

The team leader sat down opposite the young girl and Alec sat next to him and then they both started up the machines and the leader then said "Well young miss, shall we begin?"

The girl didn't even look possibly scared at all she just had a determined look in her eyes instead as though she saw this as merely a challenge as she gestured for the leader to carry on.

The leader started up the tape and asked her "Can you please state your full name including your middle name if you have one please Miss."

The girl lifted her head slightly to meet the leader's dark brown eyes as she said "My name is Clary Adele Fray."

The leader nodded his head and asked "How old are you?"

Clary as she called herself hesitated and then said "I'm not sure how old I am sir."

The leader asked her "How come?"

Clary explained "I only have very little memory of my past sir, it is almost like the wind in a way, sometimes it is very strong and then other times there is next to nothing."

The leader sighed and asked her "When were you born?"

Clary shifted but answered easily "I was born on the twenty third of August 1707, in Brooklyn."

The leader stared at her and told her "Um that would make you nearly three hundred and sixteen years old Miss Fray."

Clary's eyes widened and she repeated to herself "Three hundred and sixteen? That can't be right before I woke up this morning I was only fifth teen well nearly sixteen I guess but really three hundred years?"

The leader asked her politely "Are you sure you've got the year right?"

Clary now frowned and said "Yes I'm pretty sure that I have the right year. But wait what year is it then?"

Alec said almost too harshly "Its 2013 haven't you read a newspaper before?"

Clary rubbed her face and was talking to herself "No it can't be three hundred years since then? But if it has then how could I have slept for that long? I can barely sleep for six hours straight and yet I can somehow sleep for three hundred years. Wow my life really is screwed up."

The leader stared at her and gently asked her as if she was mental "Who were your parents?"

Clary's hands were starting to shake now as if she was almost shocked that she had been away for three hundred years as she told the leader "I prefer not to talk about my family as they are pure evil and also I disowned them just as much as they did me."

The leader frowned and said "So you're saying that you think your parents were alive in the 1700's?"

Clary looked up and snapped "I know they were and so was I but…" she broke off in a groan as she put her hand to her right side as if it suddenly stung her or something.

She soon seemed to recover as she pulled her hands away and her face showed no sign of pain.

The leader stared at her as she ran a pale hand through her hair and was clearly thinking about something.

The leader stared at the young girl and told her "Miss Fray? How about you tell me what you can remember from your past and from today."

Clary's eyes held some sort of sadness as she nodded before taking a deep breath and saying "Um well I was born in Brooklyn as I told you earlier but my family moved to England soon after I was born where I grew up in London. My father and mother had expected to have two boys instead of a boy and a girl so instead of doing other stuff that normal girls did, my father brought me up as a boy warrior just like my brother.

I went into war at fourteen in disguise as a boy name Cain Fray so I could watch over my father and brother for England against the Americans. But it didn't take me long before I realised that the English were doing some bad stuff to cheat against the American's so I decided I could offer my services to the American's and join their side.

At fifth teen I had joined their side completely instead of sending them snippets of information about the British plans. I disowned my family just as they had me when I had turned to the American's and I found out that my family were evil pricks too.

On the American side I met a few friends such as Simon and Magnus. The three of us made a pretty good team together as we all had different strengths. Magnus had a lot of powerful and rare weapons along with his strange bravery and he was very quick, Simon had fewer weapons but he had hell of a lot of strength, and then I had quite a few weapons and I had my stubbornness, determination and I was pretty good at agility.

One day I had orders to find a certain person on the English side and kill him. I will not speak his name as it is cursed to do so but I can only remember finding the man only recognisable by a scar straight over his heart from when someone last tried to kill him but failed.

I remember that I found him and well this may count as murder but I fought him and he got me in my side but then I somehow chopped him in half.

I then remember collapsing next to him and a voice calling my name but then I can't remember anything else except from waking up this morning.

I woke up in a cave just outside the city and I stumbled out of the cave and then found the grey thing and I almost got hit by two speeding things before being thrown into a car and here I am being questioned if I murdered someone who died a few days ago."

The leader nodded and told her "That is all Miss Fray, if you may now return to your cell and wait for us to decide your fate."

Clary nodded and then waited whilst Sebastian sorted out her straps and handcuffs and then he snapped at her "Come on Stupid little Red, back to your cell for you."

The girl just merely looked like she wanted to slap him across the face when he said that but she didn't reply at all she stood up and half walked and half dragged out of the room.

Sebastian stopped next to me on the way out and told me "You come with me."

I nodded and followed him and Clary through the hallways which seemed to mildly surprise Clary as we walked through the computer rooms.

When we finally got to the cells Sebastian told Clary harshly "This man who is next to you is the partner of the man you may have killed but just simply forgot about."

The girl narrowed her eyes at Sebastian and she then turned to me and addressed me formally as if she was meeting someone very posh with her hands behind her back or as far as they would go anyway "I'm sorry for your loss sir, it must be hard for you to cope with death at your age."

I stared at her amazed at how she had just merely accepted that she was three hundred and sixteen years old as if it was a simple fact and she automatically spoke to me as if I was a high business man or her boss or something.

Clary then turned away and went into her cell with no complaint or any words except to Sebastian "Am I allowed some paper and a pen and pencil please?"

Sebastian gave her a strange look before Grabbing some paper and then a pen and pencil and giving it to her through the bars.

Clary smiled and she instantly took them to the cold metal bed which they gave the prisoners but she sat on it as though it was the most comfortable thing in the world, and she then asked Sebastian "Something to lean on?"

He again nodded and dropped a hard book through the bars which she collected and then placed it balanced on her tucked up legs and then she clicked the pen button on and started writing something then pausing before writing something else down.

Sebastian looked at me and asked "Is this the girl you saw?"

I shook my head and told him "I would remember her if I'd seen her before. I keep telling you that the woman I saw had no particular colour to her hair, it was as if it changed to suit your liking or something."

Sebastian asked me "And the guy?"

I shook my head and told him "He was the same, the eyes changed too. It was as if they could take appearance as anyone they wanted like they had some kind of dark magic, the shadows even seemed to swallow all of them and he had two scars one over his right side of the chest and one running around his waist fully as if he'd been chopped in half."

Sebastian looked pretty annoyed as he asked "And the other guy you saw?"

"Now that one is easy to describe, he had very light blonde almost white hair and very dark black eyes. He wore a deep red suit and his skin was almost as pale as Miss Fray's. He also had a -"

"A scar running across his left cheek and almost reaching his lips?" interrupted a smooth velvety British voice.

I looked at her through the bars and she carried on by asking "And he has high cheekbones and he's roughly about maybe six foot at the most?"

Her eyes seemed to almost glow with her curiosity and almost something that looked like scared.

But she continued anyhow "And the shadows around him, they all look like they cling and surround him like he can master them all?"

I finally found my voice and I asked her "How did you know that?"

Clary seemed to realise that she'd just dug herself a deeper hole but she shrugged and told me "I've met him a few times, a few too many for my preference anyway."

I asked her desperately "Do you know him? Do you know his name?"

Clary stepped forwards off her bed and into the small amount of light and she told me "I know him alright and I even know his name as he knows mine, I even think I know the other two people that you talk about but I will not tell you."

Sebastian growled and demanded "I command you to tell me!"

Clary looked almost dark and mysterious as she argued back "No, two names are forbidden and one name I dare not speak out loud because if he is who I think he is then he can be dangerous. I can only tell you that it would be wise to give up on finding their names; it will only bring you bad luck."

Sebastian growled again and stormed off into another room but I however went closer to the bars.

I gently reassured her "It's okay Clary, you can trust us. You're safe with us now. Just tell me why it dangerous to know their names."

Clary stared at me her emerald eyes glinting in the light as she replied "Nothing is okay, and you can't trust no one in life not even yourself sometimes, and no one is safe if they fight or rebel against them. And it's dangerous because they can find you when you say their names even if you think you're prepared to meet them, you can never know what they are planning, only the fact that you or the people you love will be tortured or die."

She stepped back into the darkness and she whispered "I'll give you a hint though, the two people in white, they aren't human at all and the other man isn't full human either and even for a bigger secret even I'm not human. Well not fully anyway. Goodnight Officer I think that you have heard enough for one night."

I quickly asked her "Can I please ask just a few more questions Miss Fray?"

I heard a faint sigh as she told me "Fine you're allowed two more question."

I thought about what to ask her before saying slowly "What do you mean that you're not fully human? And what else are you if you're not human?"

Clary's eyes came into view first before she came into view fully and she said "I meant my exact words as I said earlier, I'm only half human and my other half? You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I mean I'm already mental right? I could tell how the interviewers looked at each other. They think my brain has gone faulty and that I need to be put somewhere like a mental institute."

I stared at her through the bars and I asked her "And you don't think so?"

Clary looked at me and told me "I know I don't need mental help, I don't need anything. I just want out of this stupid cell and then I can do my own thing."

Clary then walked back into the shadows and I heard her bed creak as she presumably laid down on it.

I guess she'd thought I'd leave but there was something about this girl that catches my attention.

I heard her stomach grumble but Clary just muttered "Well I guess that means that I'm not some kind of undead monster at least."

I stayed silent and I listened to her own conversation to herself.

"Oh Clary you idiot why did you tell him that?"

"But it could help-"

"Oh yes and because telling someone that you're only half human will really help when they already think you're mad when you told them that you were three hundred years older than you was what seemed like yesterday."

"But if he's back then I could help."

"No I can't, just no, no matter what a prick he is, he was still someone I knew and cared about."

"But he betrayed you to Va…"

"Oh for the angel's sake you stupid brain not here. Anyone could be listening."

I heard her groan and tell herself "Just try to sleep Clary, even if you've spent three hundred years doing so. You can work everything out tomorrow. If I can that is."

She then went quiet for a few seconds before saying "Goodnight Simon and Magnus wherever you two are and I swear on the angel that I'll try to find you this time no matter what it takes."

Clary then went completely silent and listened to her light breathing sounding peaceful and happy.

I left the cells and went back home to my brand new, near enough empty apartment which only I owned, and the last thing I saw before sleep dragged me into is dreams or nightmares was Clary's big, bright, emerald green eyes.

Clary's point of view

As soon as my eyes closed, sleep dragged me into a dark nightmare.

I was in some woods which I didn't recognise now but I had a feeling that I knew where it was.

I spun around and saw a woman standing there behind me.

She had a slightly darker shade of red hair and darker green eyes too, and her skin was slightly darker than mine and I could almost recognise her instantly.

It was my mother, Jocelyn Fairchild.

My mum was wearing a floor length white dress that made her look almost angelic and she smiled at me as if she never did anything wrong.

I whispered to her "Mother? Is that you?"

Jocelyn smiled and said "Yes Clarissa, it is me but then again it isn't."

I winced at my full first name and I told her firmly "It's not Clarissa anymore, it's Clary."

My mum lost her smile as she said "Clarissa your father let me choose your name I thought it made a lovely name."

She reached out as if to touch me and I flinched back and replied "I told you my name is not Clarissa Morgenstern anymore, it's Clary Fray."

My mother sighed and told me "I'm sorry about what we did to you Clary, you've got to understand that I had to be loyal to your father even if it meant hiding your memories from the demons you saw us raise."

I shook my head and said "Well saying sorry after stealing someone's memories of some of their childhood isn't really enough now is it? And I disowned all three of you after I left. I don't need you to tell me how much you missed me because I know you obviously didn't otherwise you would of cared when I ran away and joined the American army."

Jocelyn stared at me and said "Clary I need to tell you something though and it has something to do with your past."

I asked her angrily "Oh what is that? Today I've already learnt that I'm just under three hundred years older than I actually thought I was so I doubt there's much else to tell me."

Jocelyn sighed and explained anyway "Clary, I know you hate me for what I did to you but it was for the best. I also want you to know the reason why you're still here in modern day America."

I gestured for her to continue so she did "When you fought the demon all those years ago you died from the poison he gave you. But instead of losing you forever Magnus Bane put a spell on you. This spell means that when someone raises the demon you killed, they also raise you too without knowing it. We did put the demon's body into a coffin and dropped it into the sea which is why we buried you in the cave. It was to protect you. Now I'm trapped in a dream sort of thing for helping you Clary. Another demon the demon of fears took me and I am trapped in a mirror like thing. I can see the outside world but they can't see me unless their Shadowhunters or Downworlders of course."

I turned away and I asked "So I died? As in actually dead like with no pulse or not even a breath?"

Jocelyn nodded and said "Yes Clary you did die but now that the demons been raised by your brother, you have also awoken too though they do not know of that yet. And Simon, Magnus and Luke are still alive and waiting for you so please see them at some point."

I nodded and promised "I will mother, I will try to find them."

Jocelyn smiled weakly at me before it faded when I saw a demon like thing step forwards and Jocelyn whispered "Clary go! Be safe now and remember what I told you and please try to rescue me."

I nodded and said "I will come to find you mother."

The forest started to fade away and the last thing I heard my mum say was "And Clary, remember to look behind you when you hunt, you always forgot to do that."

And then my mother was gone and so were the forest and the demon.

I could sense the sun rising and I could also feel moisture on my cheeks from my crying about my mother and what she'd told me.

I brushed my tears away and then grabbed my paper and pen and started to write yet again.

AN: Thanks for reading this chapter and I hope you liked it. Please review and tell me what you thought or think of the story so far and thanks again for the reviews I've been getting.