Okay y'all. This is the update for T.C.D.C.T. I know I haven't updated it but that was because I found out the last book was coming out shortly after I began this story. Now I am here to continue it. I will be using parts of the book which I will add to my summary so people know. If you haven't read the last book, you may or may not want to continue. I am not going to reveal to much of the last book.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the lovely world of shadowhunters or any of the original characters. I do however own any OC characters which will come later.

Ta Ta for now my fellow half angels.

Chapter One ~ Waking Up

7 Months Later

CPOV

We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

"Do you like the name Herondale?" he asked.

"It's your name so I love it," she said.

"There are some pretty bad Shadowhunter names I could have ended up with," he said. "Bloodstick. Ravenhaven."

"Bloodstick can't possibly be a name."

"It may have fallen out of favor," he acknowledged. "Herondale, on the other hand, is melodic. Dulcet, one might say. Think of the sound of 'Clary Herondale.'"

"Oh, my god, that sounds horrible."

"We all must sacrifice for love." He grinned, and reached around her to pick up the Codex. "This is old. An old edition," he said, turning it over. "The inscription on the back is Milton."

"Of course you know that," she said fondly, and leaned against him as he turned the book over in his hands. Magnus had started a fire, and it was burning merrily at the lakeside, sending sparks into the sky. The reflection of the burning raced along the scarlet of Isabelle's necklace as she turned to say something to Simon, and it shone in the sharp gleam of Magnus's eyes and along the water of the lake, turning ripples into lines of gold. It picked out the inscription written on the back of the Codex, as Jace read the words aloud to Clary, his voice as soft as music in the glittering dark.

"Freely we serve

Because we freely love, as in our will

To love or not; in this we stand or fall."

*..* *..* *..* Back to present time. Still Clary's POV *..**..**..*

I shoot straight up in the white sheeted bed, my head pounding against my head.

His name was left unspoken on my lips, coming out as a breath, not even a world. His golden features flashed in my eyes as if I had really seen him, but then reality sunk in, letting me now it was a dream. But how could one dream take so long?

I finally took time to examine the room. It was a large room, with a blue ceiling and painted white clouds. Angels, that looked like small babies with wings, where painted and I could make out small carved in shapes that looked like iratze runes. I shook my head as if to clear it, but to no avail. They were still there, clear and unmistakably runes.

Scrambling from the bed, I ran to the door. I yanked it open and stepped bare footedly into the hall. It all seemed familiar, yet it was like I had stepped onto an alien spaceship. The walls where a dark brown wood.

"Hello?" my voice sounded harsh and ragged, as if it hadn't been used in a while. It was still soft and sweet, like it had been before, yet, it sounded foreign. I made my way, going down the long, polished corridor. My feet made no sound as I padded.

"Mom? Are you there?" Suddenly, my mother came out of a room, wide eyed and shocked. Behind her, a boy appeared. He had black hair and captivating blue eyes. Something clicked in my head, as if I knew the kid and we were friends that had been through a lot.

My voice was barley a whisper but was easily heard as the hallway had become quiet. "Alexander Lightwood. Prefers Alec. Parabatia with Jace Herondale. Is together with a warlock that goes by Magnus Bane." Immediately, my legs gave way, allowing me to crash to the ground, with a second to make my arms react. I caught myself, not hitting anything, and kept my head low. It was as if my mind where a computer that had decided to shut off. I didn't move as my mom came to help me up.

When I was on my feet, I looked over at the boy. He looked frozen with a shocked expression.

"Sorry sir, I don't know what got to me," I said as the nausea faded. He shook his head, clearing the shock.

"How did you know that," the boys voice quizzical. I shrugged as if to say I don't know.

He looked confused by my gesture, so I forced a sentence. "I don't know. It's like my mind became a computer of false information." He shook his head again.

"No, that was pretty good. And yes, my name is Alexander, but I do prefer Alec." I tilted my head, as if I didn't undertand what exactly was going on.

All the sudden, a blonde haired, gold eyed, fair skinned boy walked out. The boy's name who was on my lips when I woke up no more than half an hour ago. One simple line escaped.

"To love is to destroy."

A/N: So, what do y'all think? Is it good? Please R&R! Ill talk later.

FreeFallAngel