Our Fate IV ➰Shadowhunters➰

➰Chapter XI➰

They all stared at her for a moment. On the surface, it really seemed like it was her: the exact same features, same wild green eyes, flowy auburn hair. But there was something eerily off about her. As if something was missing from the Leah Rollins they remembered, and it didn't take them long to figure out what it was.

"So it's true," Isabelle was the first to speak, as she rolled her sleeve up to show her parabatai rune that had returned out of the blue. "You're really back."

"I guess I am." She shrugged.

"But you don't remember anything?" Magnus asked with a frown.

"I don't remember any of you," she spoke with a sigh. "I'm sorry, I don't think I am who you think."

"That's absurd. You're Leah. I can feel it," Clary stated. "Maybe you're under some kind of memory spell. Or maybe under some kind of state of amnesia..."

"I'm not Leah. I can see you all think I am, but I can assure you I'm not," she replied with a tired sigh. "My name is Seraphina."

"You've got to be kidding me," Jace muttered under his breath.

"I am not. I serve the Angel Raziel. He's sent me to help you all fight the growing Morgenstern threat," Seraphina said.

"So... You're an angel?" Andrea raised an eyebrow.

"Not exactly. I'm just a soul fortunate enough to serve at his side."

"That makes no sense," Andrea replied. "You remembered me, though."

"I... did. But I don't anymore. All I know is that you're facing a bigger problem than you imagine," Seraphina said. "And if we don't get the Morning Star sword back soon, we may not be able to stop Christopher.

Jace simply left the room, taking everyone by surprise. Seraphina's eyes followed him as he left, but it didn't seem to bother her that much.

Clary sighed. "I'll go check on him."

And check on him she did. It wasn't that hard to catch up to him. What proved harder was trying to get him to talk to her about what was going through his mind.

She finally caught up to him as he entered the Institute's library: in recent months, she'd found that this was the one place he always withdrew to when he felt overwhelmed with life.

She quietly took a seat next to him on the couch and tapped his shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"It's all messed up, Clary. It's all wrong."

"What? Why? Leah's back with us, Jace. You should be happy."

"That's not Leah. That's just someone who looks like her," Jace retorted, sighing heavily. "Typical of the angels. It wasn't enough to torture me by taking her. Now they mess with me by sending me this clone only to pour salt into the wound."

"She doesn't remember us, Jace, but that doesn't mean that it's not her. Besides... she seems to know about how we can stop my nephew from executing whatever insane plan he's got going on," Clary sighed. "I think we should be a bit more open to her help."

"I'm going for a walk." Jace said, as he took his seraph blade and stormed out of the library, leaving an exasperated Clary behind.

"And this is the part where I regret not joining the sisters when I still hd the chance." She muttered bitterly.

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"Andrea Morales, you are full of surprises," Max said, smiling as they both enjoyed some ice cream in the Institute's cafeteria. "Now you're also a necromancer?"