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Chapter 1
Clarissa Fairchild woke up with a sudden, sharp gasp, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
“What is this place and who are you??” Clary whispered urgently to herself, her voice trembling slightly as her eyes darted around the strange surroundings.
She found herself in a room that seemed to glow with a soft, almost blinding white light. The walls were featureless, smooth, and stretched endlessly in every direction, making it feel like she was suspended somewhere beyond the world she knew.
Standing before her was a figure bathed in a radiant aura, a majestic presence framed by a pair of shimmering, expansive wings that seemed to ripple gently with divine energy.
“I am the angel Lutherie, and I have come to offer you a deal!” the figure announced in a voice that was both powerful and comforting, echoing softly in the bright emptiness.
Clary’s instincts screamed at her not to trust this being, yet curiosity and hope outweighed her fear. She steadied herself and spoke cautiously, “What deal?”
The angel’s wings fluttered ever so slightly as he explained, “I'll give you the ability to time travel to save your friends and family, and you'll be able to remember everything. Also, you can choose someone to remember the past with you.”
A weight settled on Clary’s chest as she considered the gravity of his words.
“I must warn you to choose wisely,” Lutherie added, his gaze intense and unwavering.
After a long moment of thought, Clary’s voice was steady and resolute. “I'll do it.”
She met the angel’s gaze and continued, “I'll choose Simon. I want him to remember the past as well.”
She hesitated briefly before explaining, “I can't have Jace remember. It would break him, remembering Alec dying.”
“And I won't do it to Izzy either. It’ll be too much for her to handle, so Simon is the one I pick.” Her words were firm but heavy with concern.
“Very well,” the angel replied solemnly. “You'll have one more person to remember so you have an ally among the Shadowhunters.”
He paused, letting the weight of his next words sink in. “I won’t tell you who, but you’ll know when you meet your friends again.”
Clary’s heart pounded, but she nodded slowly, trusting him for the moment.
The angel then spoke with a grave tone, “You must let Simon be a vampire. Then I’ll show you a rune you’ll use to turn him human and transform him into a Shadowhunter instead.”
He extended his hand toward her, palm glowing faintly. “Having him drink from the cup of Raziel’s blood will turn him into one.”
Clary’s brows furrowed with worry. “Wait, what about my brother? I don’t want Sebastian to grow and suffer through what he went through. He deserves a better life.”
The angel lowered his gaze and took a slow, deep breath before replying gently, “I’ll make sure Valentine won’t give him the blood of demons and angels at the same time. He’ll grow as Sebastian. He will later learn his real identity when you get introduced to the shadow world.”
Relief flooded through Clary, and tears welled up in her eyes. She barely managed to whisper, “Thank you so much. I’ll be thankful for this opportunity for as long as I live.”
The angel smiled softly, his wings folding slightly as he prepared her for what was to come.
“Are you ready to start over in life?” he asked.
“Yes, I am,” Clary replied without hesitation.
“Give me your hand, child. With this kiss, you’ll fall asleep and wake up a day before your eighteenth birthday.”
Clary extended her hand, and the angel took it gently. His lips brushed her skin in a tender kiss that sent a warmth flowing through her entire body.
“Sleep well, child. For when you wake up, your new life and trials will begin again.”
Everything around her dissolved into darkness as Clary surrendered to the peaceful slumber that awaited her, the promise of a second chance lingering like a fragile hope in her heart.