This is for those of us who don't want to live without the

Mortal Instruments until March 2011. This passage rejoins

our friends after the after word in The City of

Glass. Cassandra Clare is planning on writing The City of

Fallen Angels, which will catch up with the heroes, but this

is to fuel imagination until then.

Clary watched in awe as the fireworks burst in the sky.

This sight was far more beautiful then anything she had

seen in New York City. Every now and then Jace's fingers

would brush against her cheek, her hair, or her arm,

before resuming their original position, intertwined with

Clary's. Clary watched another firework burst. Combined

with the shiny glass spires that were ordinary to the city,

and the faintly visible demon wards that looked like

shimmering walls, it felt to Clary like she was in a fairy

tale. Combined with the fact, that from her totally normal,

somewhat boring life, Clary had been thrown into the

exciting world of demons and Shadowhunters. Now she

sat in the mesmerizing city of Alicante holding hands with

a boy who had Angel blood running through his veins.

Softly she tilted he head so that it lay on Jace's shoulder.

He in turn pressed his lips against her hair and Clary could

feel him smile.

Further down the wall where Jace and Clary sat, was

another pair. This couple was not so obviously intent on

each but their feelings were apparent in the sidelong

glances that were frequent. Any time one caught the other

looking they would both grin and turn away quickly. Alec

was happy that things could work out between him and

Magnus, even though his parents were more then

surprised to find out that their only true son was not going

to give them a daughter-in-law. He smiled up at the

fireworks as he relived the events that took place within

the council chamber before the battle had even occurred.

Sure it was a very public display of affection, but Alec was

glad that Magnus was no longer doubtful of Alec's feelings

for him. With a sudden burst of courage Alec reached over

to grab Magnus' hand and twine it with his.

Next on the wall was a couple that was strange both for

their natures, and for the way that their feelings had

grown. This pair could not be classified as a couple quite

yet, though each was sure that their camaraderie would

push them in that direction, but they would never reveal

that to the each other. Simon was a vampire with strange

abilities and circumstances. He drank the blood of a

Shadowhunter, but not just any Shadowhunter. A

Shadowhunter who was more Angel then human. Jace, his

last name was a mystery to Simon, Lightwood, he

supposed, had offered his blood when Simon had lain

dying. Simon hadn't like Jace, and he didn't like Simon but

due to the battle and mostly due to Clary they were

almost friends now. Of course Simon hadn't always been a

vampire. He used to enjoy a pretty boring life with Clary.

That was before her mother was kidnapped, and she was

thrown to Jace and the world of Shadowhunting. Simon

had believed that Clary and he were meant for each other.

He had hated the immediate connection between Jace and

Clary. The thought still brought him pain sometimes but

he banished his ache when he thought of the girl who sat

beside him now.

Simon sat with the werewolf Maia. Vampires and

werewolves traditionally did not get along, but the

oncoming Accords and the battle that had just occurred

would probably serve to change that. Simon glanced again

at Maia and found her looking at him back. Her already

dark cheeks darkened with a blush and she turned away,

hiding a smile. Simon smiled too and returned his gaze to

the magnificent fireworks.

Further away, in the privacy of the shade of a large elm

tree sat Jocelyn Fray and Luke Garroway. Their hands

were clasped and they sat close together and spoke softly.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" Jocelyn asked.

"Yes, absolutely. This isn't where I should be. I should be

in New York with you, and with Clary." Luke spoke firmly

and with conviction.

"But who will have the council seat instead of you? The

Clave trusts you because you used to be a Shadowhunter.

They are suspicious of everyone else." Although Jocelyn

knew that rightness of what she said, it still twisted her

stomach in pain at the thought of leaving him in Alicante.

"I belong with you," Luke repeated. "The Clave will find

someone else. There are many talented leaders in my

pack and there are packs all over the world besides.

Anyway what Clave member would blame me for wanting

to return to my home? There will be plenty of

Downworlders eager for the spot to sit in our precious City

of Glass, I assure you of that."

"Are you sure though? This is really what you want?"

Jocelyn was still doubtful of Luke's feelings, though she

felt absurd for not noticing them before.

"I'm sure of you," Luke spoke firmly but gently and he

unclasped his hands so he could cup Jocelyn's face. He

stared deep into her eyes and tried desperately to make

her see the truth that was right in front of her.

"Jocelyn," he said. "I love you. As I have for many years

now. I am so close to being Clary's father already that

there won't be much of a change for her. I belong with

you at home selling books, and ordering pizza. Not here

dealing with politics. Let whatever happens happen, so

long as I get to be with you. Are you sure this is

what you want?" Suddenly the usually confident man was

unsure.

"Yes, yes, Luke. I'm sure. Very sure in fact. This is

everything that I could hope for. And you're great with

Clary, though judging from her fascination with the

Institute and the Shadowhunting world; I'm not sure how

much she'll be around." Jocelyn grinned as she thought of

her only daughter fondly.

Luke laughed. "I'm not sure the education is the only

thing at the Institute that holds her attention. What do

you think of Jace?"

"He's a good kid. They are both special. Gifted by the

Angel. They are good for each other. Though sometimes I

wish Clary had never been exposed to this world.

Sometimes I think that I'm going to wake up and go out

dress shopping so Clary can look nice when she goes to

prom with Simon. Simon and her have been friends

forever, and I think I always hoped that her affection for

him would keep her from discovering the Shadow world."

"I know Jocelyn, I know." He pulled her into a hug and

patted her auburn hair. "Think of it this way, if she had

never gotten the sight she would have never beaten

Valentine and you would still be his captive. Maybe you'd

even be dead. And the Clave would be in ruin by this

point."

Jocelyn nodded against Luke's chest. She looked up and

Luke was overwhelmed by those moss green eyes.

Captivated Luke lowered his head so that his lips brushed

Jocelyn's. She gasped slightly in surprise and Luke

immediately froze. He knew better then anyone how

precarious a relationship like this one was. He didn't want

to frighten her. Taking him by surprise Jocelyn kissed him

back, with more force then he thought she was capable

off. Luke tightened his hold and pulled her close. Finally

they broke and Jocelyn stared up, her eyes full of wonder

and amazement. She looked up suddenly to stare at they

sky.

"Look," she whispered.

Luke followed her gaze and noted with wonder the red

and gold fireworks that burst directly over their heads.

Luke touched his lip to Jocelyn's ear and whispered to her

as more fireworks soared over head.

"Beautiful. Just like you." He murmured.

Far away in the dark lonely forest on the lands of Idris, a

boy stumbled and swore. He did not swear in pain

however. He swore to get revenge. His father was dead,

and he knew that it was only by some miracle that he was

alive. It was their fault, he thought bitterly,Those two with

the Angel's blood. My sister and the one who thinks he is

good enough to be called Valentine's son. There is only

one person who deserves that title and it is me. And I will

prove it. I will kill Clary Fray and Jace Lightwood….