Hello my lovely readers, I apologize so many times for not updating any of my stories and I promise I will start updating more frequently now. I hope you enjoy this next chapter and please give me your feedback because I would love to hear from you. Here is chapter 2 of my story.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments or the Infernal Devices, they belong to Cassandra Clare.

As William left, Clary was left pondering exactly what he meant. She looked at her arms, and she could see faint scaring on them, and symbols on her arm. She couldn't help but wonder what they meant. Clary remembered Jessamine say something about a shadowhunter but she didn't even know what that was. Clary decided to do as Charlotte said and have a rest. She was starting to get a headache from all of this and she didn't want to deal with it at the moment.

As Clary slowly drifted to sleep, she wondered if anybody missed her and was trying to find her. She was starting to hope that maybe they were. Maybe he was. Clary didn't understand the importance of who he was exactly. But she thought that he was someone important to her.

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Clary woke to a voice calling her name and as she opened her eyes, she found herself looking at Sophie Collins.

Clary let out a yelp of shock and fell off the bed she was occupying. As Clary looked up at Sophie in shock, she saw that Sophie was trying her hardest not to laugh. Clary could feel a blush make her way across her face to the tips of her ears and she quickly got to her feet.

"I'm sorry to scare you miss, but Mrs. Branwell has requested your presence for dinner," Sophie said quickly.

Clary looked out of the window and sure enough, it was dark outside. She wondered how long she had been asleep. Clary looked back at Sophie and nodded before following her out of the room.

As she followed Sophie, she finally had the chance to see where she was. It was large and obviously quite old if the structure of the building, institute, her mind whispered, was anything to go by. As they walked through the large and beautiful halls, she felt a wave of nostalgia hit her and she wondered if she had lived somewhere similar to this before she lost her memory.

Sooner that Clary would have liked, they arrived at a set of doors which she guessed led to the dining room. Sophie opened the door and Clary went inside. She looked around the room and noticed the occupants of the institute sitting around a long table; she also noticed two others she had not met. The girl was certainly beautiful in her own right, she had long dark brown hair and pretty grey eyes that made Clary think she had seen them before. The other was a boy who was sitting next to William. He was quite handsome but his colouring was odd and Clary was sure she had never seen anything like it, even with her memory lose. He had silver hair that shone in the lighting of the room and the same coloured eyes. As he sat next to William, it was odd. Jem was as light as William was dark. They were polar opposites in looks and she was sure, in personality as well.

"Clary, please take a sit next to Tessa." Mrs. Branwell told her. Clary thought the mystery girl must have been Tessa, so she made her way to the girl and sat at the empty seat by her side.

Mrs. Branwell told Clary that she was sitting next to Tessa Gray and the boy next to William was James Carstairs. But James told her to call him Jem. Clary thought he was a sweetheart.

"Clary, we have sent a letter to Magnus Bane, the high warlock of London and we have requested he see what is wrong with your memory." Mrs. Branwell told her.

"Oh," Clary said "thank you, but I still cant remember what a warlock is, or a shadowhunter for that matter."

The occupants ceased their conversation and turned to look at her. She suddenly felt very uncomfortable. It was very quite and Clary thought one could hear a pin drop. It was Jem who decided to break the uncomfortable silence.

"A warlock, is an immortal being, they are the offspring of mundanes and demons. They are considered downworlders." Jem said, his voice soft. Clary continued to look at him, and she believed what he said. She knew that she had heard this all before. A part of her was telling her that everything Jem said was true. It didn't stop her from asking him more questions.

"What are downworlders, and shadowhunters?" Clary asked him. Instead of Jem replying it was William, who told her to call him Will.

"They're hybrids, they are said to be part human part demon. Just like warlocks, vampires and werewolves. But fairies are different. They're the offspring of angel and demons. But fairies are still downworlders." Will said, "they are all bloody annoying, well except for warlocks, they're at least half decent and won't try to kill you."

"And shadowhunters?" she asked for the third time.

"I'm not sure how to say this so you can understand what I'm saying." Will told her with a smirk adorning his handsome face. Clary simply glared at him. There was something so familiar about his way of speaking and the way he was acting.

"They are mundanes born with the blood of an angel in them, they are warriors that protect the earth from demons. We're shadowhunters and so are you." Will finished and looked at her. He seemed to be waiting for her reaction to this.

Clary wanted to stand up and yell at him. She wanted to say that she was completely ordinary and she wasn't part angel. But she couldn't, because she believed that everything Will and Jem said was true. Clary truly and completely believed that they were correct, and it frightened her slightly.