The Morning Star.

Dense recollections.

**Most of the lines have been copied or edited out from the original book; the City of Glass. (Only in this chapter.)

Idris was many things in the mind of many people. It was beautiful, it was flawless, it was home. But none of that was what Jocelyn thought of when her feet hit the slabbed ground; she though instead of how familiar it was, and yet how alien. Every step she took was the same as the steps she had taken almost 18 years ago, even the air smelt the same. But things had changed, trees had grown, houses had withered with time. Nothing had the same silvered glow it had had in Jocelyn's eyes then, everything had acquired a more profound shine. It hit her in a sudden moment, as she walked along the way, unsure of where to go but knowing it all the same; it was home. Amatis' house, Magnus had told her. Amatis' house, down by the right path of the Gard, near the Wayburn's residence. She remembered every road in Idris, as if it were mapped on her mind, yet she felt lost- as if she were misplaced. It was home, but it was also the furthest from home as anything could be.

People passed her on every turn, not as many as she would have expected. There must be a Council meeting in session again, she realized, and was immensely grateful. She didn't know if she had it in her to face anyone, just yet.

The air was misty as the old Graymark house approached her, she remembered training here when she had been young, with Luke. The pale door was still the same as it had ever been, although the walls seemed to be newly painted a startling shade of sunshine. The chimney on the roof gave a slight huff of smoke every now and then, and Jocelyn took a few moments before going and knocking on the main gate. 

No one answered for a few minutes, then a dull sound of footsteps approached, the door knob rattled and it opened, Amatis' face appearing in the thin strip. The shock that went through Jocelyn was palpable; Luke's sister looked the same as she had when she had been 19, except a few lines on her face and the gray in her hair. Jocelyn didn't know why she hadn't expected the astonishment that coursed through her, yet she hadn't and it was a relief of sorts to see Amatis' face mirror the same emotions.

She spoke first, desperate to break the thin tension, "Amatis! Hi- eer, uh... hi?"

She bit her lip, she shouldn't have said a word.

Amatis didn't seem to register what she'd said, her face was a mask and when she spoke, her voice was hollow, "Jocelyn?"

She nodded, "It's me, Amatis."

"What are you.. oh, Clary," Amatis nodded, smiling slightly, still in shock but trying to recover, "Come with me."

Jocelyn stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind her and walked along the long doorway behind the other woman, taking in the smell of the house, that feeling of comfort she had always associated with it. They walked across another threshold, and suddenly there were voices, and then there was a girl, all red hair flying around, talking as if she didn't have a worry in the world.

Jocelyn sucked in her breath. Clary.

From the moment Jocelyn had taken in the potion, she had thought about how she would one day wake up and find Clary again. She had imagined it in Brooklyn, of course, probably under the gray coziness of Luke's kitchen. She had thought about how it would all be okay again, she knew she'd have to explain a lot, but she also knew she would have had to remove Clary's memories sometime. It had pained her, but it had had to be done.

This moment, when it had come at last, was many things Jocelyn had never even dreamt of. There was a wild need in her to fling herself on her daughter, protect her from the world and hug her, and as her eyes traveled down to Clary's clothes, Jocelyn felt like she had fallen in a nightmare.