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Clary remembered the one and only time she had left the Far Forest. It was a week-long trip on a boat in the middle of lake lyn for a school project on the mortal instruments. The cup, mirror and sword Angel Raziel emerged with before creating shadowhunters. In all the pictures Raziel was depicted coming from the lake and the students in her newly enrolled school were to study the lake's symbolism.

She remembered how the swaying motion of the waves lulled her to sleep every night and how most of the time all the water did was rock the boat gently like a mother holding a baby in her arms.

The motion Clary was feeling now reminded her of that. She was distantly aware that someone was carrying her and that someone seemed to have a very loving touch like the soft caress of the lakes waves against the wood of that boat. And obviously that someone was taking her somewhere to do something to her.

But Clarissa didn't care.

She was only distantly focused on her senses because at the moment she seemed to be tucked into her subconscious mind and seemed oddly detached from her body as if she were there but at the same time here wherever here was. It was quite confusing.

And so Clarissa focused on the...space...around her. A black empty void with stark flashes of pictures and as Clary focused more on them she saw they were flashes of memories. Her memories.

She saw herself as she danced with Sebastian and the day he had asked her to marry him. She saw Jonathon and father walking with a tiny red head to a horse that she recognized as her own.

They were her memories- bad and good- and they seemed to be fading into a stark haze of light. It snaked with foggy tendrils, in all different colours, out and enclosed the pictures burning them like paper in an open flame. The tendrils- they seemed to be...all different colours but one at the same time. They were separate and united, many and a whole. Burning, scorching the memories as they slithered gently toward her.

They first gently enveloped her feet and swirled up along her right leg like a plant reaching for light. Clary braced herself for the pain to come but only found a gentle sort of comfort as the fog caressed her neck. It reached her nose and she inhaled the scent of dew drops in the morning and roses at full bloom. It reached her eyes and a vision blanketed her sight of a white heavenly sky and a garden floating on clouds. She tasted the sweet clean air that was just as fresh as Clary would have imagined it had been at the beginning of the world. Fresh.

And she watched as the garden invaded her vision. She wanted to step toward it- to walk straight into that world.

She moved forward.

And it shattered like a pane of glass before her eyes.

"CLARY!"

It was a whisper and a shout.

It was a cry for help and persuading statement.

It was a voice that her physical body heard that made her whirl down to her senses like a hurricane.

She opened her eyes.

So Clary isn't dead. I know this chapter doesn't have alot of action but it was a transferring chapter that needed to happen because it was just such a cool concept. BTW Clary was going to step into heaven before somebody woke her up. Please review, favourite, and follow. Oh and make sure you keep reading! Thanks! Lovestory112 :)