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"Are you sure it wasn't Sebastian?"

Clary sat up from the training room floors and crossed her legs. "I'm positive it wasn't."

She watched Jace effortlessly throw a dagger into a target across the training room. The muscles in his back flexed slightly and he turned to face her. Clary studied his expression for a moment. It still amazed her how they always knew what each other was feeling based on their facial expressions. She saw the worry line start to form on his brow.

She continued, "Its going to sound weird, but I don't think the dream was a warning or anything along those lines. I felt like that girl was trying to tell me something. I just don't know what."

Jace made his way towards her and shrunk down beside her. His black runes seemed to be glowing through his gear; then again she always thought Jace was glowing.

"Maybe it was your subconscious messing with you," Jace offered. "Sebastian tried to convince you that you two were alike multiple times. The girl could have been you, but made to look like Sebastian because somewhere, you're starting to believe it."

Clary pondered a moment. It did make sense, yet that didn't seem to be it at all. After pausing for a moment Clary quietly said, "I don't know."

She laid back on her arms and put her head back; it was starting to ache. The training area suddenly seeming to be to big and too quiet.

Through closed eyelids, Clary heard Jace speak, "Your mind can be your worst enemy sometimes. I once had a dream that I was ugly and nobody wanted to come near me. Then when I woke up, I was back to my deviously handsome self and I realized the world would be okay. I was still beautiful."

Clary cracked open one eyelid to see Jace smirking at her. She pushed herself up and swung at him playfully. Leave it to him to try and make her smile by referencing his looks. Jace Herondale changed a lot over the past few months. Clary was fortunate to say that his spirit hadn't, however.

Jace grabbed her legs and dragged her towards him. She put her head on his shoulder, his black cotton shirt rubbing against her cheek.

"Why don't we do something horribly mundaneish today?" Clary looked up in surprise at Jace.

"Mundaneish? Interesting. Like what?"

"I don't know. Go for a walk in the park; go eat lunch; confess our love for each other in some public place to get approval from the world." Clary laughed.

"I thought we already confessed our love for each other?" Clary protested.

"Ah yes we did. However, it was not in public. You need to think of the dramatics darling." Jace said in between a deep sigh.

Clary swung at him again with laughter. Jace caught her hand this time however and brought it to his lips. "So is that a yes?" Jace mumbled.

"That's a yes."

Isabelle Lightwood looked outside her window to see Clary and Jace leaving the institute, hand in hand. A smile found its way onto her face. Her bond with Clary grew more by the day; combining that with her love for Jace, she couldn't be happier for the pair.

She flicked her long black hair over her shoulder, making her way over to the mirror. Today she chose a simple black tank-top, cut low enough to see the ruins along her neck and chest. As spring started descend into summer, she only felt that it was appropriate to allow her skin to breathe. Her leather black pants hugged her wonderfully, like always; and her black boots gave her just the edge she needed. Her raven hair was brushed back into a ponytail, cascading down her back. Her pale skin glowed around the black outfit and she wondered what Simon would think of her ensemble today.

Simon.

She cursed herself silently. She found herself thinking more and more about Simons approval lately. When had Isabelle ever cared about what a boy thought of her? Regardless, everyday she caught herself choosing her outfits based on what she thought he would like. She even went so far as to look at different band shirts in hopes she could find one he enjoyed.

She caught herself missing him more than she had in a while. After his transformation into a Shadowhunter, he was barely around anymore. Training after training occurred for him. Not being raised as a Shadowhunter put him at a disadvantage. He wasn't able to grow into the culture like Isabelle or Alec had. He had to be taught at an older age now, which required hours of his time.

A sharp knock at her door drew her out of her daze as Alec poked through he door, clearly in a hurry.

"Mom called us to the library. She sounded as if something was wrong." Alec exclaimed to Isabelle, slightly out of breath.

Her gazed flickered to the door then back to her brother. Worry started to creep up her spine. "Maybe something with the faerie courts?"

Alec looked doubtful. "I don't know Izzy. We better go. Where's Jace and Clary?"

"They left a few minutes ago. Leave them, Clary didn't seem in the best mood this morning. We can fill them in later."

With a quick nod, Alec disappeared out the door. Isabelle chasing after him.

They were at the library doors within a few moments and pushed them open to reveal their mother, Maryse Lightwood, standing next to a hooded figure.

Hello Children. A voice echoed in the pairs head.

"Brother Enoch, how are you? Is everything alright?" Alec asked.

Enoch fidgeted a little from under his robes, which was not like the Silent Brother at all. They were always known to be composed, relaxed, and always emotionless.

"Mom?" Isabelle's eyes flickered to her mothers to see the nervousness hiding within them too.

They're not children Maryse. Go on.

"Last night, Brother Enoch had a vision. Of a girl, who seemed to resemble Sebastian rising from Lake Lynn, and this morning, a few shadowhunters were reported missing. Their bodies were just recovered, broken and dismembered beyond recognition." Maryse explained through sorrow filled eyes.

Isabelle took a step back. "Its impossible. He's dead. His body was burned!"

Alec reached for his sister, trying to calm her. It couldn't be Sebastian. That much he knew. It seemed as if the Dark War had just ended, yet death was mocking him again. He felt the pang of anger boil up. Why couldn't their lives just be happy? Then again, what Shadowhunters life is?

"Could it be the Seelie Queen trying to attack us because of the rules we set after the Dark War?" Alec asked hopefully, as his gaze shifted between his mothers and Brother Enoch.

I do not know child. The sound of doubt clear within his voice. But whatever it is, I feel trouble approaching along the horizon.

I hope you liked the new chapter. Again, everything will work itself out eventually within the upcoming chapters.

Until next time!