Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed this story, as well as any other story of mine that you read and enjoyed. I always say that I would write if no one was reading but knowing that what I write is being read makes this process fun.

A big, big thanks to the readers I know by name (you know who you are) who gave me feedback and encouragement whenever I needed it and gave me a reason to write even when I wanted to sob into my keyboard and have massive fictional character related meltdowns. I hope to stay in contact with you all as I go forth into the next great adventure of my life.

This will be my last fanfiction as I have to now focus fully on my own novel. I'm sorry to be leaving (I'll never be completely gone…) but I've spent enough time here. Thank you all, once more, for all of your kind words and your time spent reading. You have made this experience more rewarding than I ever thought possible. Good luck to everyone!

Once more: I own none of these characters!

Epilogue

"You have got to keep your eyes up," Will said. "Don't look down. Don't look at your feet. Focus on your opponent. Keep your eyes up… shoulders square, Cecily! Now try again." He lifted his sword to block the first blow that came from the girl standing three feet from him, then jumped back as she came at him again, fearless and strong. Cecily. The only family he had left.

Will hadn't thought he would survive after Jem died. He was certain that he would die and might have had it not been for Cecily, who pulled him out of his gloom and forced him to interact with people when he didn't want to. When he wanted to lay in bed for days at a time, it was Cecily who would not allow that. She pestered him insistently and made every waking moment a nightmare until he finally relented and did whatever she asked of him, until they fell into a routine of quiet studying in the library, along with training in the art of Shadowhunting.

Cecily had come a long way in the four months since her arrival at the Institute. She studied the Codex tirelessly and memorized chapters of it, devouring it with the same vigor Will had when he came to the Institute at the age of twelve. She and Will spent a night in the Silent City where she had protective enchantments laid upon her by the Silent Brothers, and a week after that, with Charlotte's supervision, Will etched Cecily's first rune, an iratze, into the skin over her heart. They never talked about the past, or what had brought either of them to London. They only focused on facing the future, together once more.

"Eyes up!" Will exclaimed. The training room door creaked open and Gabriel Lightwood walked in, talking quietly with Gideon. Will glanced over at them and felt a blade slice though the sleeve of his shirt. He jumped backwards and looked down to see that he was uninjured. She had only meant to warn him, not harm him.

"Eyes up," Cecily said, her blue eyes dancing with glee. "Focus on your opponent."

"The young lady has a point, Herondale," Gabriel said, a smirk on his face. He gave Cecily a polite nod. "You should take your own advice."

"You should mind your own business," Will snapped. "Try again, Cecily." Cecily lifted her sword and lunged at him once again, and Will, certain that she was going to skewer him through at any second, laughed and blocked each and every blow.

It wasn't Magnus's preferred means of transportation but there was no other way, not for Tessa, not yet, anyway. She was so new at this world still, despite all she had seen, it seemed wrong to subject her to anything frightening, and so they set out for two week's journey on a steamer ship to New York, back to the place Tessa had come from, in the late summer of 1878.

Magnus knew it would be different for her, and yet the same, although, they had plans. They would get a house together and he would teach her what she needed to know. Life stretched out before them, unpredictable and yet comfortable, because they would be together.

"Do you think we'll ever go back?" Tessa asked. They were sitting on the deck of the ship as it moved slowly into port. It was early morning and foggy, the sky just changing form pink to gray.

"We can go wherever you want," Magnus said. Tessa stood up as the engines beneath them shuddered to a halt and Magnus stood beside her, running his hand over hers as it clung to the railing. She still wore her wedding ring on her left hand. Magnus could remember the night a month ago when she told him she couldn't be with Will, not having been married to Jem. It felt wrong to her. She had to start over, somewhere other than the city that held far to many memories.

Time had changed the three of them, and Jem's death had been the final nail in the coffin. When Magnus and Tessa departed London, Will had held Tessa tight against him for a long while, and then he had let her go, although, Magnus knew he had let her go long before then.

"We should see Italy," Tessa said.

"Just not Rome. Not for a few years," Magnus said, and Tessa laughed.

"Tuscany, then," She said. "And France, and…"

"We can see it all," Magnus said.

Tessa took Magnus's hand as they left the ship and took their first steps back into New York and America. Here, the buildings were tall, the sky a different shade of smoke. It was the same as London, and yet completely different. As Tessa pulled Magnus into the future they would now share, Magnus could do nothing but follow her lead.

The End