Alright as promised my new MI fic, that I WILL finish btw :)

Summary: Everything has returned to normal for Clary, well if you count being a warrior who is meant to rid the world of demon kind and having a vampire as a best friend, normal. Clary begins her training as a Shadowhunter, while also enjoying her new relationship with Jace. Simon is embracing his new life and the attention he is getting from girls, specifically a Shadowhunter and Werewolf. All to soon Clary and Simon's world begin to fall apart. Questions arise, relationships are challenged, a new evil begins to stalk the Shadowhunters of the New York Institute, the Downworld is on the verge of war, the Mark of Cain starts to disrupt Simon's new life, and the Clave begins to show a frightening interest in Clary and Jace. On top of all the turmoil Clary and Jace realize that Raziel's gift caused more harm than good, because everything has consequences.

Disclaimer: All right belong to Cassandra Clare.

Prologue

"The balance has been disturbed." No echo rang out in the silent hall. The torches cast flickering shadows along the great columns of marble. Figures dressed in robes the color of parchment, glided over the mosaic floor. A long dark wooden table was the only fixture in the massive room. Tunnels branched off from the chamber, their entrances a dark black hole.

Cloaked figures sat at the table, their hoods casting their faces in shadows. More stood in the chamber, facing the table. "Should we summon them?"

"For what reason? They know not what they have done."

"Their actions but us all at risk, we must solve this."

"But how? Nothing like this has happened in our history."

Though the figures continued to argue, the only sound in the chamber was the rustling of robes. "Brother Benjamin is right. This has never happened before; we must not be rash with our decision."

"What says you, Brother Jeremiah?" One Brother at the table stood. The cloaked faces turned toward him, the torches illuminated dark swirling patterns along his robe. "I have had dealings with these Shadowhunters in the past. Plagued as they are from their own troubled pasts, they continue to serve the Clave loyally."

"Speaking of the Clave, what shall we tell them of our findings?"

Brother Jeremiah replied, "We shall tell the Clave nothing." A chorus of complaints followed his words.

"Brother Jeremiah is right. The Clave does not think logically, they proved that before the battle of Brocelin Plane."

Another figure stood, "The Clave is still recovering from the death of Aldertree, and Malachi's treachery. I believe it wise not to tell them of our findings, something as significant as what we have found, needs further researching."

The cloaked figures where silent for a few moments. "I still believe we should summon them, something of this magnitude should not be left within the hands of children."

Brother Jeremiah turned and his voice held venom, "They may be young but they are not incompetent. Surely they of all the Shadowhunters have proven that they are more than capable of handling dangerous situations."

"But they…" "

Enough." Brother Jeremiah's voice held a note of authority, "If it was not for them, Valentine would have succeeded in his plan and the Nephilim world would no longer be the same. We will not summon the Shadowhunters, the Clave will not be notified, and this knowledge will stay among us."

The brothers began to disappear down tunnels until only the ones seated at the table remained. "I hope your decision is wise Jeremiah, for we have left the fate of our world within the hands of young Shadowhunters."

"Perhaps it is best that way. Their minds have not been tainted by the corrupt Clave's and of all the Shadowhunters they are the most aware of the Clave's true nature."

"What of alerting them to this danger? Surely you will not let them wander oblivious to this threat." Jeremiah turned to the wall behind him. Above the table hung a sword, a pattern of stars glowed softly. Jeremiah looked back to the front of the chamber. Now that it was empty the design upon the mosaic floor was easy to see. "Clarissa Morgenstern and Jace Herondale will come to us when they desire answers."

The brothers rose from the table and disappeared down a tunnel. Jeremiah stood staring at the mosaic floor. A detailed deign of an angel rising from a lake, holding a sword and a cup, starred back at him.

Alright my friends, let me know what you think.