Reforming

Chapter 3

Venturing through the apartment deemed itself useless after Clary, Jonathan, and Simon spent two hours searching for some type of clue. Sure, they had found a vial that once contained a sleeping potion, but that was not going to help them locate Jocelyn.

Soaked from the rain, Clary stripped out of her gear and threw on some training clothes, which consisted of yoga pants and a long sleeved tank top. She wanted to release pent up frustration before she was mundane again. Church wove in and out of Clary's legs as she walked up a series of steps and along a hall to the training room. As Clary drew multiple stamina runes on herself, Church made himself comfortable on the sidelines. He was growing attached to Clary and she couldn't help but smile at the thought. She'd always wanted a cat.

Happy to be training again, Clary got right to it. She started with back hand springs and back flips across the mats before moving onto knife throwing. Growing tired of hitting bulls eye each time, Clary began to create images through her throwing. At one point she shaped a dove. Another, she shaped a rune that had flashed in her mind multiple times. Feeling daring, Clary clambered up the ropes and leaped across to the beams. Clary began to lose track of time as she flipped and spun on the beams and it was all over too soon.

Dizziness crashed over her like a tidal wave. Clary messed up her footing and found herself slipping off the side of the beam. Not prepared to fall thirty feet, Clary grabbed onto the edge of the beam. Fighting through the dizziness Clary hoisted herself back up. Her eyebrows furrowed when she realized her heart was racing. She could have fallen and landed gracefully at the bottom, so she didn't understand why her heart felt the need to race. Clary cried out as a painful force rippled through her body, attempting to make her fall into unconsciousness. It can't be midnight! Shadowhunter Clary fought to keep herself grounded, but the power of Magnus's block overruled her.

Groggily, Clary opened her eyes after passing out for a few seconds. She felt lightheaded and fearful. Her heart leaped out of her chest when she tried to put her hand down, but found herself thirty feet in the air on a seven inch wide beam. She cried out and gripped onto the edges of the beam, clenching her eyes shut. Where was her brother? How did she get up here? How was she going to get down? Shakily, Clary looked for a way down. Not finding one, she positioned herself so she wouldn't fall and decided to wait until someone found her.

She didn't know how long she waited until a girl found her.

"Clary, we've been looking for you! Come down here!" she yelled up to her.

Clary stared down at her like she was crazy. "Absolutely not," she squeaked. "I have no idea how I got up here and I have no idea how to get down."

The girl sighed and someone came up from behind her. "Isabelle, I'll get her." It was Jonathan. "Clary, it's okay. Just jump. I promise I'll catch you."

"B-but─"

"Jump, Clary."

Closing her eyes and trusting her brother, she threw herself over the side. Surprisingly, she didn't scream on the way down. She wrapped her arms around her brother's neck after she landed safely in his arms. "What is going on, Jon? W-why was I up there? How did I get up there?"

Jonathan stroked her hair like he did when she was little. "You climbed up there, Clare. All by yourself."

She pulled back and stared at him, a wild look in her eyes. "Wh-what? How in all of─ How? How did I do it, Jon?"

Her brother gave her a small smile and brushed the fiery hair out of her face. "You're a Shadowhunter, Clary, you always have been."

Silence filled the hallways of the New York Institute. After the little episode in the training room, Clary had locked herself in the room that her brother was given. Jonathan decided to stay with his sister, to give her comfort.