I don't own the characters. I don't own the shadowhunters or Idris. But I do own this story.

Also a huge thank you for those who reviewed.

I'm also going to try to start updating every two or three weeks from now on, and the story should start moving in on to having a plot. Please tell me if I missed any mechanical errors.

When Clary was a little girl there were three facts she was sure of:

1) Her parents loved each other and the family they had created.

2) They would do anything to keep this family of theirs safe

3)Downworlder's were evil and would tear them apart.

Now each of these facts were turning out to be lies.

When she'd left for school her father seemed to have given up on her mother and them. He no longer cared. He'd done nothing for her.

And now here the Down worlder's were offering to spare her and keep her safe.

After she'd been retrieved from Aubrey's, the trio proceeded to a carriage where they bustled Clary in.

"So," Magnus said in a lazy smooth voice. "What do you have in mind, Graymark?"

"I don't know" Lucian said slowly. "It depends on Clary."

"Well then, I guess it's your call, little girl." Magnus murmured in a cool voice.

"What do want from me?" Clary asked softly, her green eyes, a dark deep emerald.

Ignoring her and Magnus, Lucian leaned down and said "We want to give you a choice. You can willingly give us your information, and your word to never fight alongside Valentine again and take a neutral role in all of this, or you can remain a prisoner of war."

"So, you're asking me to betray my family and leave my home, just to please you?" Clary demanded.

"No. We're asking you to do this for your sake. When the Resistance wins- and we will win- Anyone in Valentine's family with likely be forced into hiding or killed. We're offering you a way out." Lucian stated his voice matter of fact.

"You're still asking me to turn my back on my people," Clary repeated.

"No I'm-"

"This isn't getting us anywhere," Magnus snapped his eyes devoid of light. "Show her what he's done, Lucian and see if she still refuses."

"But she's just a-"

"You're right. She's is a child, but she's an important child who needs to make her own decisions."

"You know my decision," Clary stated, her voice cool.

Magus inclined his head forward and a knowing smile played across his lips. "Of course, your majesty." He said mockingly

Lucian frowned. "You should consider this more before you make decision. It's-," He stopped as, Magnus gave him a look.

Lucian's jaw tightened but he nodded tightly and stopped talking, trusting Magus and his plan.

The ride to the prisoner of war camp was dreadful. Clary had never seen so much mud in her life and all of it was on the path. The path itself was filled with sod, dirt, and rocks that got caught in the horse's hooves. Several times they had to stop to either lead the horses by their bridles through the muck or to clean their hooves.

As if to add the discomfort of the trip it was drizzling softly and a cloud of fog seemed to hang around the forest making everything cold and damp.

Clary's escorts were not friendly, but they were civil, which was more than Clary could say for the rest of the people in the refugee camps they passed through. Men spat at her horse's feet as she rode by and the ragged clothed children that she encountered were silent and grave, looking up at her with fear-filled eyes as if she would suddenly jump off her horse and murder them all. What shocked her the most was the surprising number of humans that inhabited the camps. All were thin and wary of her. None were kind.

When they arrived at the camp she realized, it was not a camp but a gigantic fort of castle.

One of the guards, Meliorn, let out a soft cruel laugh at her face.

"What did you expect, human? Did you think we starve and torture you as you do to us? If I were in charge we would reciprocate your treatment but the were-wolf refuses to let us show you how you've treated us."

After the owner of the fort, Ragnar Fell, greeted them, and laid out his conditions for Clary's imprisonment, and showed her rooms to her, she was free to do as she pleased as long as she stayed within the castle.

Ignoring Meliorn's pointed suggestion that she should go to her rooms and stay there, she wondered around the place, getting hopelessly lost and then finding her way. Everyone regarded her with a mild wariness but they knew she couldn't hope to defeat the fort's guards without her steele.

Eventually her stomach and the smell of food led her to a gigantic kitchen. It had ovens of every shape and size, from the modern ovens to a spit were a pig was being hand turned.

She hovered in the doorway unsure of what she should do when a tiny birdlike middle aged woman with curly black hair that clustered around her tired face, covered in flour from head to toe beckoned her over; taking a break from the dough she was kneading.

Grateful, Clary moved across the kitchen quickly and did as the woman instructed her to make bread, and set to measuring her ingredients and after that kneading the dough.

For about fifteen they worked in silence, surrounded by the noise of the kitchen.

Then the woman took a deep breath and said "So how was your trip?"

"What?" Clary looked at her, startled.

"How was your trip from the main base to here? I'd expect it to be awful but it's still a polite question to ask."

"It sucked?" Clary offered cautiously.

The woman laughed. "You remind me of my son, Simon. He's out fighting off demons. But he'll be home in a couple of weeks."

Clary frowned. The woman looked mundane and acted like one too. But mundanes' shouldn't be here. They were supposed to be safe and living their own normal oblivious lives.

"Oh. Excuse me for asking but are you human?"

The woman smiled and nodded. "But we have no choice to be here. Demons went wild after you stopped fighting them so we had no choice but to fight ourselves."

"But we were assured there were people fighting them!"

"There are. Just not shadow hunters. You were born to do this. We were not." She smiled sadly and shook her head.

"But if we don't all is lost. We allied ourselves with the Downworlders so hopefully they defeat Valentine and we go back to how things were or at least as close as they will get.

"My home was destroyed and my daughter was killed. I want see Valentine fall and the order of things be put back to rights. You'll find a lot of people who've lost just as much as I have and more, Clarissa."

"Clary," She corrected quickly.

The woman flashed a grim smile. "Elaine, Elaine Lewis. Come see me if you ever need someone to talk to."

"Morgenstern," She heard Meliorn's crisp voice snarl out. Looking out she saw him at the door way she had stood at. "Come with me."

Ignoring Elaine's worried glance and the other cooks curious ones, Clary strode forward, keeping her head high and tried to keep the fear out of her eyes.

"Come with me," Meliorn growled, turning heel and leaving Clary jogging to keep up with the warrior's pace.

When Clary saw where they were going she opened her mouth in protest.

Meliorn cut her off with a hiss. "Listen to me you, idiot girl. You are not safe here. People would love for nothing more than to kill you, and I count myself among this group but I will refrain from my own anger until my queen orders otherwise and then I will take sweet pleasure in killing you. Others will not. One is in this castle now and is currently hunting you down. So go into your rooms and stay there!"

With that he shoved her in to the room and slammed the door behind her.

Her rooms weren't much. One was a tiny sitting room with overstuffed couches and a one huge chair and the other was a bedroom, containing a simple four poster bed and wooden dresser. For hours she paced, slept and wondered about her future in general.

Then, around three hours later, she heard, "Don't be a fool, elf! I can smell the blood of a shadow hunter. I will find Morganstern's blood and when I do she will pay for her father's sins!" A ringing bell-like voice echoed down the halls.

Suddenly everything was quiet and the then there was a horrible sound of metal being crushed and misshapen and manipulated like it was never meant to.

The door swung open, revel a beautiful blonde vampire in the doorway.

"Hello, Clarissa," She purred, like a cat who caught a mouse and was playing with it. "I've been meaning to speak to you. But first let me introduce myself. I'm Camille Belcourt, leader of the vampire clan of Manhattan. You see your father seems to find it entertaining to torture and kill those in my clan." Her eyes narrowed and her canines became razor sharp. "I do not condone such actions, Clarissa!"

Clary was defenseless. She had nothing, and Camille was about to strike.

"Shush," Camille murmured sweetly, as if talking to a baby, trying to lull it to sleep. "I'll be quick, child." Then with a savage grin, she lunged.

Clary was defenseless. She had no weapons. Then she remembered the shadow hunter's rule; Anything is a weapon.

In a last desperate attempt she grabbed a table lamp and swung it out her.

Suddenly, Camille crumpled. Standing behind was a tall lanky boy, with dark hair.

Clary stared at him, jaw slack.

"Simon Lewis," He said, introducing himself. "Pleased to meet you."

*CTD*

"Absouslutly not," Ragnar said, firmly.

"I just want to see how mundanes live. It will be a quick ride on horseback."

"No." The lord of the castle shook his head. "You wish to go see how mundanes live, go talk to one in the castle. You even think back to your ride to my fortress. Ever mundane lives like that now. Always in fear, always vulnerable. There are actually about fifty million mundanes left on this planet. That may sound like a lot, but believe me, Shadowhunter, it's not, when you think about the entire earth."

"I still need to see it with my own eyes," Clary snapped.

"You already have and-" But whatever Ragnar was going to say was lost when a young servant came in. "Sir, Magnus Bane wants to see the Shadowhunter." He looked nervous, and his eyes kept flicking to Clary like she was going to suddenly go insane and attack him.

"Very well," The warlock sighed. "Please led her to him them."

Looking like Ragnar had asked him to stick his hand into a tank full of piranhas the young boy practically ran, to the rooms where Magnus was sitting, waiting calmly.

As Clary walked in Magnus smiled as if he knew what she was about to propose.

"Hello Clary" Magnus said calmly. "Have you reconsidered your decision?"

Clary looked at him, knowing how he'd carefully planned this, for her to see everything, all the hardship and suffering. Maybe it was how her father described it. Maybe the mundanes were threatened only by Downworlders. But even if that was true than what were these people doing here? Elaine didn't strike her as a liar and nothing could drive humans into Idris, expect for demon interference.

Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and announced "I have and I have another proposition." Magnus smiled indulgently and raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"I help you, give you the information needed, but I will not stay here. Instead I will go and I will fight demons at the edges driving them back. I will help fight any demons that try and raid the world. Are there any other Shadowhunters not under Valentines rule that still fight demons?"

Magus nodded. "Yes. There are only a few hundred left but they are there."

Clary drew herself up to her full height, which was not much making the crown of her head level with Magnus' collarbone, she said firmly "I'd like to fight with them."

Magus nodded, unable to control the corner of his mouth going upwards in the beginning of a smug smile.

"We have a deal." He said solemnly.