City of Actum Tempus(City of Past)

Chapter 1 The Summoning

I don't own The Mortal Instruments series. This is just me trying to fix everything after COHF and be an evil author for once instead of a fangirl with feels. All rights go to Cassandra Clare.

My first ever story so please don't be mean.

Three months had passed since the Great War. It was a sad and dark period of time in shadowhunter history; a period that won't be forgotten for a very long time to come. Most people had lost a loved one or knew someone who had suffered a loss due to the war started by Valentine and Jonathan Morgenstern.

New York's institutes shadowhunters were already accustomed to the loss of their youngest; Max Lightwood. Things had returned to seemingly normal for Clary after her mother's wedding to Luke and she was continuing to train with her friends including Simon who had drank from the Mortal Cup a month ago and was settling in well. Simon still didn't have any memories or vague ones at most but he now knew who everyone was and what they had experienced together.

Little changed for the rest, Luke became the pack leader again and werewolf representative on the council and at the moment he and Jocelyn were on their honeymoon. Because of this Clary was to stay at the institute as her mother didn't want her to stay alone at home.

Clary sat at the window sill in the institute's library letting her mind guide her pencil across and around the page. A bird crashed into the windowClary was sitting under pulling her out of her thoughts making her look down at her sketchbook and gasp in shock. She had drawn Sebastian; no wait the features of the boy weren't twisted with evil, rage and hatred. Instead they were beautiful, the sharp angles and full lips made him look like a model, and the lips weren't snarled but were curved up in a smile resembling an angel. What shocked Clary the most were the eyes, she had expected herself to shade them black as a starless night sky instead she had shaded them lightly indicating a softer gentle colour.

Clary realised that she had drawn Jonathan-her brother who never got to live; not the demon Valentine had created that wanted to burn down the world. Jonathan had jet black wings sprouting from between his shoulder blades, but they didn't look evil or threating, they looked like a redemption given to him by heaven to protect the innocent souls. Their sharp corners looked soft to touch yet strong, they were deadly and carried the darkness of the night in their feathers but possessed a heavenly glow which spoke of angelic origin.

This was one of those times where suddenly Clary found herself wondering how life would have been if Jonathan had had enough of the angel's in him to survive the heavenly fire. She knew her mother missed a son she never had and in a way so did Clary. Ever since she was little she had always thought of an older brother as a sibling, in some ways Simon had filled this gap in her life by being there for her; through the hard and happy times, but at the end of the day Simon wasn't her blood brother-Jonathan was. But he was snatched cruelly away from her. Her mother would now never have a chance to see her son grow up into a strong man who would help Clary wash away the stain from the Morgenstern family name.

She jumped as she felt strong muscled arms wrap around her tiny form. She looked up into molten gold eyes - Jace. "Your majesty has been summoned to her home country - Idris, with the greatest pleasure and honour of the council by tomorrow." Laughing at the mock formal tone he spoke in Clary gasped out "Why?" Jace now looked a bit annoyed but Clary couldn't fathom why. Annoyed Jace replied "Because the shadowhunter's council wants us to attend the yearly reorganising, reassigning of different jobs and the submission of the demon attack's reports all over the world; all the institutes' shadowhunters and more have been called to Idris."

"Magnus is coming along with other downworld representatives so Luke and Jocelyn would get straight to Idris from Paris." Well at least her mum's honeymoon wouldn't be cut short as they were to return to New York tomorrow; Clary thought. Jace continued "Whereas we have to take yet another favour from our beloved warlock to get there unless you open the portal." This comment was made due to Clary's aversion to use any of the runes she created since she made the one that had captured Jace's heavenly fire in the sword which Clary had used to slay Sebastian and save the world from utter destruction.

Brushing these thoughts aside Clary looked up and smiled "Well what is the point of closely knowing the person who has the High Warlock of Brooklyn on his beck and call if you are not to gain from it?" Jace shrugged and snatched Clary's sketchbook from her faster than she could follow. "JACE WAYLAND LIGHTWOOD MORGENSTERN HERONDALE or whatever your name is, give me back book before I rip you apart!!",she was enraged and tried to jump and get back her book but it was too late; he was string wide eyed at Jonathan's sketch.

"Why would you draw HIM, Clary? After all he did; he intended to destroy the whole world; he was a demon." By the end he was sounding utterly confused "after the entire trauma you went through trying to defeat him; how you can't even bear to use your runes because of him; why would you want a constant reminder of him, and why would you draw him as a happy angelic being?" At this Clary snatched her book from his hands and admitted quietly

"I drew Jonathan not Sebastian; I drew my brother not a demon." Jace was rendered speechless at the devastated and longing full expression on his little angel's face at the expense of the brother that she had lost to Valentine's sadistic obsession. Jace felt a pang of pure hatred for his adoptive father and Clary's biological one for causing her so much pain even in death. He wished he had got to kill Valentine slowly and traumatically instead of the Angel Raziel. He couldn't change the past so he just hugged Clary to his chest offering her comfort in his embrace. She tilted her beautiful little red head towards him and he took it as an invitation to press his lips to her warm soft ones. What was supposed to be a reassuring kiss turned into something heated when Jace asked to enter Clary's mouth with his tongue and she complied.

A few minutes later they both ended up on the library floor, limbs tangled. Suddenly, Jace and Clary heard a loud huff of exasperation from the door- Alec."By the angel, why do I always walk into either of my siblings canoodling?"

"Well it would help if you knocked." Jace retorted still a little breathless from their little encounter on the floor.

"It is free country, Jace in case you haven't noticed" Alec replied.

Clary realising the violent turn this would surely take decided to go and pack for her trip. Guess they were all going to Idris tomorrow.