It's official, there is no WiFi in my hotel in Borneo, so, that means two weeks without Clary and Jace. There will be a massive chunk of chapters published in two weeks, I am writing this on three hours of sleep so please excuse my spelling. Here we go.

Isabelle P.O.V

My Shadowhunter reflexes had me down the hall before I could register what was going on. Slamming into the studio doorframe. I cried out when I saw Jace on his knees next to Clary. Breathe, she's okay. She's survived worse. Magnus screamed at the pool of blood beneath her head. Tears pricked the back of my eyes, and Jace was trying to not breakdown. "Infirmary…" he whispered. Alec appeared in the corridor, carrying Clary's arms and Magnus grabbing her legs, Jace staggered behind, with me stabling him as he sobbed grievously.

Jace P.O.V

Oh god. What had I done? This is what my nightmares had shown me. I'm so stupid. Falling into Isabelle, I tried not to look at my fiancée's dying body, hanging limp in my friends hands. Oh god. Noticing Simon's uncomprehending face as he grimaced in pain. Oh god, kill me. Without on knowing it, Izzy was pushing me into an infirmary chair as Magnus and Brother Enoch tended to Clary. Oh god. I couldn't take it. Feeling queasy, I vomited.

Clary P.O.V

Oh no, not again. I was standing on a lawn, shaded by trees and a large manor house if mellow golden stone, on the other was a rolling sloped hill. The sky was blue, but it seemed more than that, it was a perfect blue, speckled with fluffy white clouds. The house was covered in trellises of climbing roses in red, gold and orange. The bricks were the colour of buttercups in spring accentuated with the morning dew and sunshine. Balconies of wrought iron curved out from the facade. My eyes landed on two bronze-coloured wood arched doors, decorated with delicate wings. Wings for the Fairchilds. This is the Fairchild manor, it has stood for four hundred years and will stand for four hundred more. There was a reassuring, gentle voice in the back of my head. Spotting my mother on one of the balconies, wearing a champagne-coloured dress, leaving her arms bare, showing all of her black runes. Following her gaze, I noticed that, at the bottom of the slope, where the land flattened out, the was an archway of roses, and, on either side, there were rows of wooden benches. The aisle in between was scattered with white flower petals, from the white flowers that only grew in Idris. I could smell their familiar honey-scent from here.

Looking back at her mother, I noticed that Luke had joined her on the balcony. I saw that Luke was halfway dressed for a party, in formal trousers and a shirt with rolled-up sleeves. His arms were also covered in runes, ranging from insight to good luck and love. "Are you ready?" He called down to me.

"For what?" I yelled back, but neither of them appeared to hear me as they headed back inside. A voice called my name, making me spin on my heel. The sunlight shone in his white-pale hair as he approached her. He also was dressed for a party, in formal black with gold runes adorning the cuffs and collar. He was grinning, making me notice the dirt on his cheek as he moved a hand to block the sunlight.

Sebastian.

He was the same, except entirely different: His features had softened and his skin was tanned instead of sickly pale and his eyes-

His eyes were the colour of spring grass. They have always been green. Said the annoying voice in my head. People marvel at how similar you all are, him, your mother and yourself. His name is Jonathan Morgernstern, your protective brother.

"Clary! You're not going to believe…" He said again.

"Jonathan" A small voice shrieked and I noticed a small girl running across the lawn, with the same red hair as me, flying behind her like a demented flag. She was barefoot, wearing a green lace dress, fraying at the edges so much that it resembled a shredded lettuce. I guessed that she was four or five years old, and her face was also streaked with dirt and she was adorable. When she reached Jonathan, she reached up her arms and he bent down to swing her up into the air.

Delightfully shrieking as she was held over his head.

"Ouch, ouch - quit that, you demon child!" He moaned as she pulled at his hair."Val, I said stop it, or I'll hold you upside down. I mean it."

"Val?" I echoed. But of course, her name is Valentina. Said the whispering voice in the back of my head. Valentine Morgenstern was a great hero of the war; he died in battle against Hodge Starkweather but not before he had saved the Mortal Cup, and the Clave along with it. When Luke married your mother, they honored his memory in the name of their daughter.

"Clary, make him let me go, make him—owwww!" shrieked Val as Jonathan turned her upside down and swung her through the air. Val began to giggle as she was set down on the grass. She turned her eyes to me, I noticed that they were the exact blue as Luke's. After considering it for a moment, she said to me, "Your dress is pretty."

"Thank you," I replied said, still half in a daze, and looked at Jonathan, who was grinning down at his small sister. "Is that dirt on your face?"

Jonathan reached up and touched his cheek. "Chocolate," he said. "You'll never guess what I found Val doing. She had both fists in the wedding cake. I'm going to have to patch it up." He squinted at me, instantly regretting saying that. "Okay, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that. You look like you're going to pass out."

"I'm fine," I reassured him, tugging nervously at a lock of ny hair.

Jonathan put his hands up as if to ward ne off. "Look, I'll perform surgery on it. No one will ever be able to tell that someone ate half the roses off." He looked thoughtful, considering his options for a moment. "I could eat the other half of the roses, just so it's even." He had a mischievous grin on his face.

"Yeah!" Val cried from her place St Jonathan's feet. She was preoccupied with yanking out the dandelions, making the white pods go everywhere, catching in the wind.

"Also," Jonathan added, "I hate to bring this up, but you might want to put some shoes on before the wedding."

Looking down at myself, I saw that he was right, I was barefoot. Barefoot, and wearing a pale gold dress. The hem drifted around my ankles like a sunset-colored cloud. "I—What wedding?"

My brother's green eyes widened. "Your wedding? You know, to Jace Herondale? About yea high, blond, all the girls looove him—" He broke off. "Are you having cold feet? Is that what this is?" He leaned in conspiratorially, I could tell he was going to tease me. "Because if it is, I'll totally smuggle you over the border into France. And I won't tell anyone where you went. Even if they stick bamboo shoots under my fingernails."

"I don't—" I stared at him, baffled. "Bamboo shoots?"

He shrugged eloquently. "For my only sister, not counting the creature currently sitting on my foot"—Val yelped—"I would do it. Even if it means not getting to see Isabelle Lightwood in a strapless dress." "Isabelle? You like Isabelle?" I felt as if I were running a marathon and couldn't quite catch my breath, it was excruciating.

He squinted at her. "Is that a problem? Is she a wanted criminal or something?" He looked thoughtful. "That would be kind of hot, actually."

"Okay, I don't need to know what you think is hot," I said automatically, grimacing "Bleh."

Jonathan grinned. It was an unconcerned, happy grin; the grin of someone who'd never really had much to worry about beyond pretty girls and whether one of his little sisters had eaten the other sister's wedding cake. Somewhere in the back of my mind I saw black eyes and whip marks, but I didn't know why. He's your brother. He's your brother, and he's always taken care of you. "Right," he said. "Like I didn't have to suffer through years of 'Oooh, Jace is so cute. Do you think he liiikes me?' "

"I—" I said, before breaking off, feeling a little dizzy. "I just don't remember him proposing."

A Jonathan knelt down and tugged on Val's hair. She was humming to herself, bundling daisies together in a pile. I blinked—I'd been so sure they were dandelions earlier. "Oh, I don't know if he ever did," he said casually. "We all just knew you'd end up together. It was inevitable."

"But I should have gotten to choose," I said, in a near whisper. "I should have gotten to say yes."

"Well, you would have, wouldn't you?" he said, watching the daisies blow across the grass. "Speaking of, do you think Isabelle would go out with me if I asked her?"

My breath caught. "But what about Simon?"

He looked up at her, the sun bright in his eyes. "Who's Simon?"

I felt the ground give way underneath me. I reached out, as if to catch at my brother, but ny hand went through him. He was as insubstantial as air. The green lawn and the golden mansion and the boy and the girl on the grass flew away from me, and I stumbled, hitting the ground hard, jarring my elbows with a pain I felt flare up my arms.

I rolled to my side, choking. I was lying on a patch of bleak ground. Broken cobblestones jutted up through the earth, and the burned-out shells of stone houses loomed over me. The sky was white-gray steel, shot through with black clouds like vampire veins. It was a dead world, a world with all the color leached out of it, and all the life. I curled up on the ground, seeing in front of myself not the shell of a destroyed town but the eyes of the brother and the sister that I would never have.

So, this was a longer chapter, I hope that you liked it. I have nothing else to say really so…

Until next time,

Trifangirls - IH xx