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3 weeks later…

"Get up! Get up! Mommy! Daddy! Wake! Up!" Will screamed jumping up and down on the bed. Clary groaned and rolled over, making room for Will to lie down. She patted the empty space in the middle and Will slid under the covers immediately. Clary felt Jace wrap an arm around Will and pull him close.

"Clary," he whispered into Will's hair. Will wrestled out of his father's grip while Clary laughed silently at Jace's confused face.

"Mommy," Will said, scooting over to Clary's side of the bed far away from Jace. "Get out of bed. It's my birthday today. Did you forget?"

"No sweetie. We're just very tired. Why don't you go see if Alice is in the kitchen? I'm sure she has something special for you." Will hopped out of the bed, eager to start his new mission, and Clary dragged herself out after he'd left. She shook Jace violently, but made no progress.

"Ugh. Herondales." Clary went to the master bath and filled a bowl with freezing water. She took it over to the bed and dumped it on his face.

"Eeeeeek!" Jace shrieked like a girl. "Clary! Are you trying to wake me or give me pneumonia?!" Clary laughed and jokingly punched his shoulder. She ran out of Jace's reach and stood by the door. Jace sighed and got out of bed. No matter how many times she saw Jace during the day, she was always taken back when he got out of bed. His golden hair was tousled and his shirt rode up when he stretched just enough that it showed his perfect six- pack. Jace caught Clary staring and smirked. Clary blushed and he came over to stand next to her. "Like what you see?" he asked.

"Eww. Gross. Go brush your teeth. Your breath is disgusting," Clary replied and pushed him towards the bathroom. Jace gave a pout and did as he was told. Clary went downstairs and saw Alice mixing a bowl of cake batter. "Do you want some help, Alice?" Clary asked.

"Oh, no ma'am. It's alright. I don't need help, but thank you miss. If you would like to know, I gave Master Will a plate of cookies for his birthday. He likes chocolate cake, right?" Alice said in her French accent.

"Alice. It's alright. You don't have to be so formal with us. Will will like anything you make for him, except for duck pie. For some unknown reason, every Herondale man has been afraid of ducks. Alice, you should come have some fun at the party in the afternoon. I'm sure Lottie and Clarkson will be there, too."

"Yes, Mistress Clary. I'm sorry. Okay, Clary. I will be at the party." Satisfied, Clary left the kitchen and went to the dining room for breakfast.

In the afternoon, right before the party.

"Tessa! Would you please hang up the streamers while I go get the door?" Clary called as she ran to the front door. She opened the door a crack and found no one there. An envelope sat on the welcome mat. She picked it up and brought it inside. The contents were addressed to The Nephilim. Clary gave the opened the letter and read it, knowing Jace and Tessa were reading over her shoulder.

Dear Nephilim,

It seems we have found you at last. Our people are quite kind and we wish to let you know in advance that you are going to be exterminated. As you're people are much weaker than ours, we deem it safe to let you know that we have timed our attack to 6 o'clock this evening. It has come to our attention that you were attacked more than once a few weeks ago. We sincerely apologize for that and the ones that had attacked you are now in rehabilitation. Please do not refrain from our quick and immediate death blows. It only makes a big mess when you do. We hope you have a pleasant afternoon.

Sincerely,

Anaklu a' saed of the Clan

"Oh man. Not another death threat," Jace joked, trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work and only made Clary more troubled. It was clear who sent the message. The Greatest, as they were known, was a group that "killed for good". According to their philosophies, they were the best people to ever exist and anyone else was deemed less worthy. Worthy of what, no one knew. One thing was, the Greatest were a rumor to those who stayed away. A story that parents told their kids to make them be good. To those who were part of something big, like the Nephilim, they were very real. There were so many stories of entire species being wiped out by the Greatest. It was why there were so few Downworlder species now. Hundreds of years ago, there were thousands of types of Downworlders. Now there was just vampire, werewolf, and the Fair Folk. The two times they had been attacked were supposed to loosen them and make them feel like they could win.

There was no winning against the Greatest. Of course, most people weren't expecting them to be very good. Yet, a note from the Clan. The Greatest were divided into section, the Clan being the highest and most powerful. Whoever sent the note, would be the one coming to kill. This was turning out to be a wonderful summer. Clary looked to Jace and saw that he already had a plan forming in his head. She left him to his thoughts and went to bring the kids for the party.

Clary did her best to hide her worry as she helped Will cut his cake and smiled when he smeared icing on her face. Alice was there, but her being with them now only made her worry for Alice as well. Jace was nowhere to be found during the party, but he came down with a small box just as they were about to open presents. Alice had disappeared into the kitchens at some point during the party, so Clary was not worried about her. Will joyfully opened Jace's present first and then stared at the folded up paper inside.

"What's this?" he asked, taking it out.

"It's a map," was all Jace said.

"Of what?" Will asked.

"Of this property. The rectangle is the building. The line is the road. The circles are the trees. The squiggly lines are water. You see, Will, we're about to be attacked. I'm asking you to help me come up with a battle strategy."

Will stared at his father, then like any Herondale male, squealed in delight at the idea of going into battle. He and Jace escaped into the drawing room to discuss while Clary explained to Amy and Jonny what was happening. As the kids of the people who had saved their race, the kids had seen more than their share of battle. Clary had no doubt that they would be fine.

That was when they heard Alice scream like anything.

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