Author's Note: Hi! Here's the next chapter! Sorry it's so late… oh wait… it's NOT late! You're welcome! And sorry it's so short but I like cliffies… this is another filler-ish chapter so… meh… also, to all the people worried and/or confused about Jem, well, since you know Amanda's a love demon well, with her demony powers she made Jem her "love-slave" even though some people think Will's more love-slave material… *wink* Ski October… if a Lov demon kisses you with her true body/self you'll be her love-slave… this is not permanent of course but the removing of said slavery is rather painful… kinda like a tattoo! Anyway…

Will woke up suddenly as if awoken by a nightmare. He looked around his dark room, since the curtains were down and it was probably midday, and saw his blouse was missing. Hmm, I wondered where it went, he though bawdily. Jem was going to blow when he found out. He was going to chew him out until he professed his love for Tessa in front of him. He was getting tired of this charade. He had to man up and face the facts. He got out from bed and put on a pair of simple trousers. He sat on his rarely used desk and lit up his small gas lamp. He got out his metal nib and some parchment. He thought for a while and analyzed every possibility until he finally got it. Her secret. But he had to be sure. He couldn't go out like that and yell to the skies what he thought he knew. Wait. What was he doing? He was William Herondale. He didn't ponder on petty theories. He got out and got some answers, the good way, or the bad way.

He stood up, walked to his armoire and got out a blouse. He quickly put it on and dashed downstairs where Charlotte was having tea while she read some important and legal looking books and Sophie battled furiously with the soup in the kitchen.

"Good morrow!" he yelled as he bolted out the door.

"It's noon, you fool boy…" yelled Charlotte after him but the sentence trailed away as he ran to Ronnie's Pub.

He entered Ronnie's Pub and the lads greeted him with merry hellos and some with hateful glances. "What are you doin' here, m'boy?" asked Ronnie warmly.

"I came here to talk to her," said Will solemnly.

Ronnie turned serious and nodded. He walked to the shelf and got out a crystal glass and a bottle of whiskey. "Drink this, boy."

"Why?" Will inspecting the whiskey Ronnie had given him.

"She's a sight to see," said Ronnie simply.

Will shrugged and downed the burning whiskey. "Good to go," he said slipping off the stool.

"Not yet, my lad," said Ronnie catching him by his sleeve. He gave Will a smirk. "You didn' think she'd actually be here, did you, boy?"

Will frowned and sat back on the stool slowly. "Why do you want to meet with The Lady of the Lake?" asked Ronnie seemingly concerned.

"That is none of your business, Ronnie," said Will playing with his glass.

"Don't get loose with your tongue, boy, or I won't hesitate to cut it!"

"Relax, Ronnie," said Will soothingly. "It's for your own good, old man."

Ronnie huffed and got William another round of whiskey. "Very well, boy. Here's the address," he said sliding Will a slip of paper, rather conspicuously actually.

"Do you know how she looks like, Ronnie?" asked Will curiously.

"No one has seen her true self in years for she only reveals herself to the ones that desire it, or need it, most. She is supposed to posses such powerful magic that she can transform her appearance."

"Good to know, Ron. Good to know."

Will had followed the address in Ronnie's note and had found himself travelling for three hours to the country. The coachman told him to get out because this was as far as he could go. After that, he walked, and walked, and walked, and walked… Until he finally saw a weirdly structure house, it looked about four stories high which was very uncommon. He walked across a high field of grass until he reached the secluded house in the middle-of-nowhere. He walked to the front door and knocked on the raven shaped brass knocker. He waited but no answer came. He knocked again, louder this time and the door opened quietly by itself for no one was near the site.

"Hello?" William asked loud enough for anyone inside the house to hear. "Is anyone home?"

He peeked inside and saw a room with couches and the walls covered with bookshelves. The room was dark and quiet. There was a sort of elevated platform that served as a living room. He looked around and decided to peek at the books. He took out a rather large one from the shelf and opened it. It was blank. Or so he thought. There were many ways to conceal the words of a book. He flipped the white pages when something dripped on the page. It was liquid and thick and the color of strawberries. Another drop landed on the blank pages of the book and they moved and formed… words!

Get... Your… Nose… Out… Of… My… Books… William… Herondale…

He exclaimed loudly and let the book fall. He looked up to see a shape fall down on top of him leaving him sprawled on the floor. He motioned to take out his seraph blade but someone gripped both his hands. He opened his eyes and saw a woman, no, a girl. Barely fifteen the gal was. She had white, porcelain skin, purple irises and a long side braid tied with a purple ribbon knotted into a bow. She inspected him and smiled. She had a paintbrush held between her teeth and Will couldn't help laughing a bit. She stood up and extended a refused hand to help him up. William just stood up on his own and glared at the tiny, catlike girl. She was wearing a simple flower-print dress that grazed her knees. It was common attire for poor people but he said nothing. She scrambled so quickly up a wall and disappeared that Will thought she had been some sort of a mirage.

He was reassured she had been real when she poked her head from a secret opening in the ceiling and signaled him to follow her. She disappeared and Will followed. He tried to walk up where she had but it was just impossible, there was nothing to hold himself with. He was a Shadowhunter but not a miracle worker.

"Oh, for goodness' sake," said the girl who extended and arm to help him up.

"I don't think you can haul me up, little girl," he said arrogantly.

The girl's purple eyes turned into cold daggers and he saw the years and maturity in her. "Don't count on it, Shadowhunter."

Will smirked and lifted his arm skeptically; before he knew it the girl had gripped his forearm and had pulled him in. He landed on a wooden floor and looked up to see a beautiful orange sunset. A small flock of birds flew atop them and a salty breeze tousled his hair.

"What a view…"

The girl giggled and lied down on some throw blankets on the wooden roof, which didn't have railings. Will smiled at her. "Could you please take me to The Lady of the Lake, little girl?" he asked.

Something flashed in the girl's eyes but soon it was gone. "I'm only fifteen, it's not like I'm ten or anything," she spat at him sassily.

Will stared at her. "Very well, then… can you take me to her? Or tell her that I'm here for her… if she's here?"

The girl rolled her eyes and closed them. Slowly her face slimmed and its bone structure became more protuberant. Her brown hair darkened into an almost black color and her limbs stretched. She opened her eyes and Will saw a young woman, probably his age. Except for those eyes, those eyes reminded him of someone. They looked as if they had seen a thousand worlds and they had gotten tired of humanity.

"You're her, aren't you?" asked Will amazed. "You're The Lady of the Lake…"

She gazed at him with a mix of seductiveness and amusement. "That's what they say."

Will, intrigued, moved closer to her. She seemed to carry a magnet that pulled him in. He was fascinated by this girl. "I need your help."

"Oh, I think you need more than that," she said, the bawdy suggestion clearly there. Will grinned, she reminded him of himself; he already liked her.

"So Shadowhunter, what do you need?" she asked. And this time she was serious.

Charlotte sighed, all this paperwork, so little time. Everyone in the Institute seemed to be busy with their own problems and no one had noticed her. When she thought about going for a walk in the park to clear her mind, Henry appeared.

"Charlotte," he said anxiously. "can I ask you something?"

She smiled warmly. "Of course Henry, want to take a walk with me? I was just heading out."

He hesitated for a second but then relaxed. "Sure thing," he said with a smile.

A loud crash sounded through the house. "What was that?" he asked standing up, he felt slightly dizzy and he decided on sitting down before the wind carried him off to his death.

"What was what?" asked the now older girl genuinely confused.

"Something crashed… like china," he said although he wasn't sure now that the girl was skeptical.

The girl gave him a dazzling smiled and he was enticed by those gorgeous violet irises. "Yes, that was just a friend of mine Amira. I'll go check on–"

"Wait!" exclaimed Will, gripping her long, pale arm. "Is she…" he gulped. "Morgana, The Lady of the Lake?"

The girl smiled. "No," and slipped away from Will's grip and jumped down the hole they had come from.

Will stayed there confused. This girl made him uneasy, when he met her she was like a pretty flower with a marvelous scent that hypnotized you into doing anything. Another salty breeze engulfed him. Being on that roof as the sun was setting wasn't that bad. It was actually pretty relaxing and serene.

"William," said the girl's voice and he looked at her. She was with another girl, not unlike her, but very different too.

The new girl looked the same age as him, this time she didn't look fifteen at first. Thank God. She had dirty blond hair slightly messy but very, very long. Her skin was tanned, as if she had spent her day at the beach and her eyes were a light aquamarine. He couldn't help noticing, but this girl, with her gorgeous looks, slim figure and long hair reminded him of a mermaid.

She took one good look from him and gave him a superior glare that said don't think you'll get by me with your looks. Feisty, he thought and sent her a flirtatious wink.

"Screw you," she said rolling her eyes and placing a silver tray with tea and crumpets on it.

The blonde girl was wearing a long, flowing skirt with a tiny top baring her midriff. He couldn't help thinking that if it were Jem in his position he'd blush deeply and look down abashed.

"Do you have a name?" he asked with his signature smile.

"You will not flirt with my sister here, Mr. Herondale," said the darker haired girl.

"You're sisters?"

The blonde girl glared at him. "No. That's just a term we use for each other."

"You never told me your name," he said smiling.

She met her gaze with her "sister" for a second and nodded lightly. "Amira," she said proudly.

Will smirked. "I knew that."

Amira glared and turned around to serve tea. "Men," Will thought heard her mutter.

"Why did you come, William?" asked Amira's "sister".

"I told you," he said impatiently. "I'm looking for Morgana, Lady of the Lake. And I know it's one of you two, I'm not that stupid."

Neither one of them seemed to want to tell Will who of them was Morgana so he turned to Amira's sister. "Fine," he said taking a teacup from a glaring Amira. "what's your name?"

The dark-haired girl, Amira's sister, smiled. "My name is Morgana."

"Sophie told me, you know," said Henry with a tentative smile that looked rather forced.

Charlotte, genuinely confused, stopped to look at Henry. "Told you what?"

Henry sighed. "Look, Charlotte, I know you think I'm not the brightest bloke around but I'm not an idiot. I know you're pregnant!"

Charlotte stared at Henry baffled. "Henry… dear, where is this coming from? Was this what Sophie told you?"

Henry ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "Yes, Charlotte," he said. "Why do you lie to me?"

"Henry, I'm not lying," she said getting angry herself. "I'm not pregnant!"

It was his turn to look confused. "You're not?" he whispered.

Charlotte shook her head. "No."

Henry sighed and smiled as if a load had been lifted off his shoulders. "Thank goodness."

Charlotte smiled and kissed Henry who smiled at her lovingly. "Come on," she said. "let's get something to eat."

"You're The Lady of the Lake?" he asked.

Morgana smiled and winked at him. "Yes."

He sighed. "I knew it," he said cockily. "Now, can you help me?"

Amira and Morgana shared another one of those looks. "So, you want to learn about this new girl at the Institute, Amanda's her name, no?"

Will stared at her amazed. "How do you know this?"

She smiled coyly. "I've been trialed for witchcraft seven times, William," she said, imitating Will's cockiness. "It wasn't for nothing."

Will smiled. "So you'll help me?"

"No," exclaimed Amira, interrupting Morgana's next words. "We don't help men! Not really, I mean," she said exasperated.

Morgana only raised her eyebrows and Amira lowered her head and muttered a sorry. "Perhaps it is time we began truly helping men… or at least help this one."

"She'll never love you," blurted Amira.

"What?" asked Will confused by these strange women.

"Your true love," whispered Amira. "The girl with the pale brown hair and stormy eyes… she'll never love you."

"Amira!" reproached Morgana.

Will's throat tightened and a witty remark escaped his lips. "I can always stay here with you lovely ladies. And don't worry, we can take turns."

Amira glared. "We'll help you, Shadowhunter," she said in a cold voice. "But remember everything comes with a price."