Stolen Memories Intro

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"What are your new year resolutions, Izzy?" Clary asked as she pulled the other girl's luscious dark hair through her fingers.

It was three days after New Years and the buzz had only calmed today after their guests had left.

"My what?" Izzy replied slightly turning her head.

"Don't turn! Your new year resolutions. You know, where you say what you are going to do..." Clary's voice faded out as she saw the confusion on Izzy's face. She smiled. "Sorry, mundane stuff. I forget I had a mundane life."

Izzy laughed. "No, I want to know more about these resolutions. They sound fun!"

"I guess. No one ever actually keeps the-" She stopped talking as she heard the Institute's doorbell ring out. 

"I'll grab it!" She called to the rest of the Institute's inhabitants, dropping the braid in Izzy's hair.

Izzy smiled as Clary ran off, untying the rest of the fallen braid. She too often forgot that Clary had only appeared on their doorstep 6 years ago.



"Hello, welcome to the Instit-" Clary broke off as she took in the boy standing in the doorway. A faint memory tugged at the back of her mind but she pushed it side. 

He was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. He had golden hair and golden eyes but the most noticeable feature was a lack of runes.

Clearly not a Shadowhunter then.

Maybe a Downworlder?

But no, Clary knew otherwise.

He was a mundane.

His eyes widened as he, likewise, took her in.

"Clary?!" He asked, clearly recognising her.

"Hi, who are you?" She asked slowly. Maybe someone she had met on the street. But why would he know her name, let alone look for her at the Institute?

"Clary, it's me, Jace!" He smiled, seeming incredulous at the fact that Clary didn't recognise him. "And Simon's here too." Clearly another person she should know. He stepped aside.

It was only then that she noticed the other boy behind him. 

A scrawny boy with dark brown hair stood awkwardly with his hands in his pockets, smiling up at Clary. "Hey, Fray."

Clary frowned.

"I'm sorry. Should I know you?"

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