The Wedding

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Clary looked down at herself.

Her mother hadn't wanted a Shadowhunter wedding. She was in a white gown. But all Nephilim, including herself, were dressed in a fine shimmering gold.

She found herself recalling an old children's rhyme:

Black for hunting through the night

For death and mourning the color's white

Gold for a bride in her wedding gown

And red to call enchantment down.

White silk when our bodies burn,

Blue banners when the lost return.

Flame for the birth of a Nephilim,

And to wash away our sins.

Gray for knowledge best untold,

Bone for those who don't grow old.

Saffron lights the victory march,

Green will mend our broken hearts.

Silver for the demon towers,

And bronze to summon wicked powers.

She smiled at the rhyme, she remembered it for no reason at all. And that pleased her.

Clary was the maid of honor and Simon was the best man. They were just about to walk down the aisle when he shouted. "I don't have the rings!"

"Simon!" Clary yelled and slapped him when the smile on his face proved he was joking. They walked, arm in arm, towards the center of the room looking at the crowd. A mix of Shadowhunters and werewolves watched them.

After several other pairs including: Jace and Izzy and Alec and Celia, the couple walked down.

Clary had never really seen Luke dressed up. He looked so formal, shaved and in a tux. But more than that he looked extremely happy.

Her mother was no comparison. Her smile spread all over her face. Her hair was pinned up by Isabelle, who did a fantastic job, and the natural makeup she did wear looked beautiful.

They said their vows and kissed and everyone clapped. They all were thinking the same thing.

It's time for the after party.

Hey guys. I really suck. I can't find any time to write this anymore so I'm REALLY sorry that this is late. Love you guys and I'll try to update soon.

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