Hi guys! SeraphAnaklusmos here! Glad you clicked the link to read my fan fiction! (why is it called fan fiction anyways? Hmm...) Anyways, thanks again!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except a few OC's I may bring in and a the plot! So, basically, I am not Cassandra Clare, and I don't own TMI or TID, or anything really.

Malec, Clace, Sizzy, ect! Enjoy!

City of Gold

Just when things started to look better for Clary, her mom went comatose. She had gotten the call from the hospital while she was with her friend Simon. She had run from his house all the way to the hospital, which wasn't hard, since she was a Shadowhunter. Simon, her only friend, was a mundane. She normally would have been taken to Idris, but her mother had ran to Brooklyn and trained her herself. Still, it was a good life. The Clave had come and taken her to her father, Valentine. Unfortunately, that also meant living with her brother, Johnathan. So, naturally, she often ran away, which always resulted in a few serious beatings. Sometimes her iratzes wouldn't work. She always blamed it on falling down the stairs when people asked. Quite annoying. Though, it didn't stop her from begging her father to let her enroll in high school. Eventually he said yes. Though, not before throwing her down the stairs and locking her in her room without a stele. It was worth it though, when she stepped through the door to normal life.

"Simon!" She called, seeing him pull up to the school on his bike.

He stared at her. "I thought you wouldn't come. I figured you'd moved."

"Nah, Dad lives in New York, so I can stay."

"Oh." He seemed to notice the huge bruise on her cheek. "What happened to you?!"

She shrugged, forcing herself not to wince. "Nothing, fell down the stairs. I'm head to the drama department to get it covered up now."

He gave her a nervous smile. "Ok, Clary."

She walked into the office to hear a girl saying, "What do you mean I can't wear these?"

"Because, Miss Lightwood, they are not school appropriate." The secretary noticed Clary. "Clary, thank goodness- what happened to your face?!"

"Nothing," Clary said quickly, "Just fell down the stairs."

"Again?!"

"Yep." Clary noticed the girl next to her had dark eyes, almost black, and hair that was the color of ink. "Do you mind if I speak to her?" She asked, nodding her at at the Lightwood girl.

"I guess."

"Hi, I'm Clary."

"Isabelle. What do you want."

"I have a deal for you- I'll convince her to let you wear your skirt, you help me cover this bruise."

"Deal," Isabelle shook her hand, "Good luck."

Clary walked over to Mrs. Vann. "I don't see what the problem with Isabelle's skirt is. It's the right length after all." Clary was glad she used a persuasion rune.

"You're right, Miss Fairchild. I guess it's ok, Miss Lightwood."

Isabelle nodded, speechless.

Clary led her to the bathroom. "Your turn."

Isabelle set to work, and after a few minutes Clary wasn't sure if she had ever had a bruise. "Wow."

Isabelle blinked, looking confused. "Are those tattoos?"

Clary looked at her in surprise. "You can see them?"

"Duh." The other girl rolled her eyes. "I'm not blind."

Clary shrugged, blushing. "Most people don't see them."

"Whatever." Isabelle flipped her hair over her shoulder. "C'mon, I want you to meet my brothers, Alec and Jace."

Clary nodded, "Alright, why not?"

The two girls stepped out of the restroom and Isabelle led Clary to their lockers- which happened to be next to each other- and met up with two boys. They were very good looking, one with hair the same color as Izzy's and striking blue eyes, and one that looked like he had been dipped in gold. Gold eyes, gold hair, gold skin. He looked like a very young, good looking Raziel.

After the two boys had introduced themselves- Jace, the blond, Alec the black haired- Clary tuned out and started thinking of how she would draw the Lightwoods when Isabelle's sharp voice broke through her thoughts.

"Clary? You still with us?"

Clary blinked. "Oh. Yeah, just a bit tired I guess."

"Cool tattoos," Jace commented.

"They aren't permanent," Clary explained.

"So," Alec said, a bit awkwardly, "Who do you live with, mom or dad?"

Clary thought this was a bit personal, but answered anyways. "Dad. My mom was in an accident a few weeks ago, and she hasn't woken up from a coma since."

"Oh." Alec looked down.

The bell rang and the Lightwoods ran off to class. Clary started after them, but was stopped by a hand with sharp, glittery nails. She turned and looked up at a pair of green-yellow eyes with cat's pupils.

"What are you doing here, Shadowhunter?"

Xoxo -SeraphAnaklusmos