Okay, turns out it didn't take long for my inspiration to return, and after spending an hour in geography when I should have been listening jotting down ideas for WPAD...

Yay, inspiration is back, at least for the...*Looks at sheet* next eight chapters! then I might need to have another brainstorming session. XD

And...thank you to dreams009 or cocomalumeja for reviewing, it really makes me happy. :)

Well, enjoy!

There was a long silence, even after the Drakiel's black circle had disappeared.

"What was that?" Maia broke in; no one seemed to have an answer. Clary glanced at Drakiel, who was looking down and clenching his fists.

"I've gotta go." Drakiel muttered and he put his hand out and black mist surrounded him, when it disappeared, so had Drakiel.

"Hold it! Wait, what?" Isabelle asked, glancing at the spot where Drakiel had just been.

"He left, probably to go to Sebastian to give the bastard the illusion he still works for him." Roxy said, she looked dismayed, but nothing else.

"How do we know he won't betray us?" Jace asked, his amber eyes narrowed and suspicion glowing in them.

"Sebastian's got Lerial, who is technically his half-slash-quarter-slash-whatever sister, Drakiel wants her back, and Sebastian caught her for a reason, and I don't think it's because he's lonely." Roxy explained, looking around and putting her hands on her hips.

"You'd be surprised, he must be pretty lonely." Clary murmured, remembering his anguished wail when she separated him from Jace.

There was a long silence in response to her statement, everyone lost in their own thoughts, and Clary thought about Jocelyn, Luke, and Maryse. They must be worried about what had happened to Clary and the others, and Clary wondered if they had made it to Idris, or if anyone was looking for them.

Clary was unaware of the Island of Nightshade's power, it was a place where wandering spirits came and traversed to different dimensions through the Doors, or just settled down on one of the Island's different plains of existence. This was something most Nephilim did not know, about the different plains of existence and the way to traverse through them.

Only two Nephilim had ever been able to travel through the plains of existence of earth, and one was on the top of the Most-Wanted list of all Nephilim, and the other was dead.

Nightshade's power was strong, and because of the island's spiritual nature, it was designed to make spirits forget about their past problems and move on in their afterlife. Although the forgetting symptom worked on spirits, those who were living were not as susceptible to it, but it would affect some of their memories, which explained the fact that Clary and the others had not been worrying about their allies in Idris, it had been blurred in their minds.

It was easy to un-blur, as long as they could remember, they would never lose it, as long as they wanted to keep the memory, they would not lose it.

It was Chloe who broke the silence where they had been individually contemplating their own thoughts.

"Clary, I have something for you." Chloe said, looking over at Clary, yellow-green eyes meeting emerald ones.

"Huh?" Clary asked, this was quite sudden, and she didn't know what Chloe had in mind either, but it seemed to be a rare moment of serious-ness for Chloe, who's bipolar nature usually got the better of her.

"This way, my father gave it to me, he told me to give it to the one who needed it most." Chloe said, turning back towards the Forge-room.

Clary followed, and so did the others.

"The Phoenix's Gift?" Magnus asked, Chloe paused and nodded. Then she continued towards toe Forge-room. Clary looked towards Magnus in hopes of an explanation, and when he saw her expression he smiled.

"What does it mean?" Clary asked,

"Every phoenix is given a talisman at birth, a talisman that is to be given to whoever proves themselves worthy, or whoever the prophecy depicts." Magnus explained, Clary nodded, still confused, but she was spared from asking more questions when they reached the Forge-room and Chloe turned around.

"I was given the prophecy 'When what is lost shall appear, a loved one held dear, it is time to act upon this gift, choose well and thou shalt heal the rift.'" Chloe said, she then started whispering in a strange language which Clary hadn't the faintest idea what it was.

When Chloe finished a glowing shape in the air had appeared, and it slowly took the form of a feather, a feather made of golden-colored metal that gleamed brighter than gold should, with runes covering it.

The quill of the feather was silver, and long enough to grasp comfortably, much like a pencil or an old feather-pen.

"This is your gift, Clarissa Morgenstern, do you accept it?" Chloe asked, her eyes had turned into twin pits of flame that burned and spat sparks. Unsure of what to do, Clary stepped forward.

"Yes, I do." Clary felt her voice waver, but she didn't know what to do.

"Good, take this talisman, draw blood from your palm with the tip so that it will recognize you as its master. It is the primary feather of one of the Seraphic council, high angels who have placed their power into this tool so that one may use it to draw away the dark." Chloe said, her voice taking a commanding tone. At the corner of her sight she saw Jace's eyes widen.

Clary took the golden feather, it was light, very light, and it felt as if warmth was spreading through her as she held it. She then drew the tip of it across her palm, it was sharp, and when her blood met it, the quill's tip dulled into a rounded shape and not a sharp point. Clary pressed the quill into her palm to see a rune spiral from its tip without her drawing it, an iratze, and her palm was healed.

Chloe smiled and her eyes returned to their yellow-green normal color. She said nothing but put her hand on Clary's shoulder.

"Use it well." Chloe said, and she turned and disappeared into the door at the back of the Forge-room that she had gone into before.

"I am confused, very confused." Jordan said, looking around.

"I'm pretty sure we all are." Roxy muttered under her breath.