A/N: I'm soooo sorry for not updating omg I kindof forgot about this~ I have all of the ideas for it but I just never actually wrote. I had like half of this chapter already done so I just now finished it up and it's kindof short but i felt like i needed to end it there. I know, I'm absolutely terrible, how could I forget about this ;oabfv;oab but I'll try and have chapter 5 up as soon as I can~ 3

Chapter 4

Clary propped her head up on her palm as she traced the lines of the Herondale family tree. She had to tell Jace about her vision. And Jem. And the rune. She decided to be blunt, and took a deep breath before she began. "I had a vision. I'm pretty sure that James Carstairs was in it. And I saw a new rune."

Jace's head snapped up. "How do you know it was him?"

"Magnus said he was half Chinese. He had silver hair and eyes. And he would occasionally cough up blood or be bedridden. And the boy I saw fits that description perfectly."

"Well do you know what the vision means? What happened?"

"I don't really know. It was all kindof a rush for me." She closed her eyes and tried to recall what she'd seen. "There was James, of course. And a boy with dark hair that reminded me of Alec. There was a girl, too. She wore a necklace with an angel on it. There were other people too. I think they were all Shadowhunters." She opened her eyes as the rest of the vision became clearer in her mind. "We were in an Institute, and James was lying in bed, then we were outside the Institute. There were two carriages that pulled in, one was driven by a Silent Brother, but then someone jumped out of the second and shot the Silent Brother down. More people came out of the carriage. They didn't really look like real people. They moved weird. and their skin didn't look right."

Jace was looking intently at Clary this whole time. "Carriages. If that really is James in your vision, that would be more proof. It sounds like the 1800s."

"Yeah, that makes sense. The weird people though, I don't understand what they are. I don't think they're human. And they aren't warlocks, either. They don't have any marks. But when they came to the Institute, all of the other Shadowhunters came outside and started to fight them. One of them grabbed the girl with the angel necklace and put her in a carriage, then drove off. James ran after it. Then I saw him come back; he collapsed on the ground, and then I saw him lying in bed again. Everyone was acting really sad, too, like it hadn't happened before. But if it is James, then it must have happened before. Or maybe it was the first time it had ever happened, and they were all really worried?"

"Well I don't know about you but if I were bedridden I'd hope everyone would be really sad."

"Jace!"

"Sorry," he smirked. "Given what Magnus said about his condition, he could have been like, dying."

"True." Clary agreed as she pushed a stray hair behind her ear. "I also saw a new rune. I have no idea what it does."

Jace's demeanor became serious. "How did you see it? What did it look like?"

Clary sighed, sitting up straighter in her chair. "It was both of us in the library, and we were drawing it together. It was really swirly and intricate, nothing like any rune I've ever seen before - even the ones I've created."

"Did it.. do anything?"

"I don't know. The vision ended there."

†

Jace's hand rested on top of hers, both holding the stele expertly. Lines of deep black flowed out from the tip and took shape, just as they had seen so many times before. But this one was so different from the others. Clary felt her hand drawing the rune, almost as if there was a force there moving the stele for her, felt Jace's hand on the stele, following her own movements. The sweeping, curling lines of the rune fell into place as Jace's hand began to glow - more intense than he had been before. Clary could feel a change in the energy around them, and as the final line was drawn and the stele was removed from the paper, a bright, pulsing light came over and around the both of them.

Clary blinked - once, twice - and focused on the source of the light, squinting her eyes in the brightness. Jace's glowing had intensified a hundredfold; she could see nothing but him, his hand still resting on hers, the rune they'd drawn the only other detail.

Jace's hand tightened around Clary's, their fingers intertwining as the rune faded into nothingness and the light flashed - as if it wasn't already overwhelming - an even brighter and intense white, and then all she could see was black.