A/N: Third chapter in one day! Whoop-Whoop! ENJOY! ;D

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or Mortal Instruments

MaxPOV

They came back in and acted like none of it ever happened, they all sat down and started talking to us, asking us questions. All very casually.

After about an hour, Iggy got up, "I'm gonna go make lunch."

" 'Kay," the Flock, plus Ella and Mom, said.

Clary and Jace looked at each other, "How does the blind kid cook?" Clary whispered.

Ella laughed, "Iggy is just awesome like that."

The Flock just cracked up!

Half-an-hour later

"Lunch is ready!" Iggy yelled. We all crowded into the kitchen and ate the amazing soup that Iggy made.

When we were all done we got up and walked over to the door. We have this habit of always going for a fly after lunch.

We were just about to walk out when Jace said, "Wait! Where are you all going?"

"We always go for a walk after lunch," I explained, leaving out the whole fly part.

"Max," Ella said, "Could you and Fang stay? We have to talk to you."

I looked at Fang. He shrugged, "What help you are," I muttered. "Sure, we can stay," I told them.

"Great!" Clary exclaimed.

The Flock left and Fang and I sat down on the couch, "And you wanted us to stay because...?" I asked.

"Because," Mom said, "we have something we need to tell you guys."

"Okay..." I pressed.

Mom looked to Ella. She took a deep breath, "I," she started, "am a shadowhunter."

"What in the world is a shadowhunter?" I asked, "And what does that have to do with me and Fang?"

"A shadowhunter," Mom explained, "also known as Nephilim, is someone who fights demons and Downworlders. They also have the Sight, which is the ability to see said creatures and they can also see through glamour."

"What is a Downworlder? And glamour?" Fang asked.

"A Downworlder is a creature such as a werewolf or a vampire," Jace said, "and glamour is what shadowhunters use to hide the real identity of something."

"And how does this apply to us?" I asked.

"You two are shadowhunters," Mom said.

"WHAT?" we both said simultaneously.

"Shadowhunting is passed down through generations, I am a shadowhunter, Ella is a shadowhunter, and you are a shadowhunter as well."

"What about Fang?" I asked.

"Have any of you met Fang's parents? For all you know, they could be shadowhunters." Mom explained.

"Wow," was all Fang said.

"Seriously? That doesn't seem possible," I said, dazed.

"Max," mom started, "you, of all people, would understand the not-so-impossible. Right?"

I grinned. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"That's the spirit," she told me, "Now, we need to get down to business." she looked over at me, "How muck longer do you think we have?"

I shrugged, "We're usually gone for an hour and a half, so we probably have about an hour left."

Ella giggled, "Let the training begin!"