I walk past the weapons room again, and decide to take a look inside. It's full of things that I most definitely should not touch. So, of course I'm going to touch them. I walk in an admire the Institute's collection of things that could kill me. There's spears, bows, axes, hammers, clubs, maces and swords. I've been wanting to take fencing for a while now, but I keep forgetting to ask my mother to sign me up for lessons. I pull a long, thin sword off of the wall, and hold it in my hands. I transfer it to my right hand, and hold it out in front of me. I flick my wrist, testing its weight. I see a practice dummy sitting a few feet away and walk over to it. I bend my knees and get into a battle stance. Thrusting my arm forward, I hit the dummy. I'm about turn and hit it again when I hear something. I spin around and see Will Herondale standing with a judgmental look on his face.

"That was pitiful. But I don't expect any less from a mundane like you." He sneers. I almost snap back at him, but then I realize something. Will isn't naturally an awful person. No. He's making an effort. I put the sword down, and walk over to him. Our faces are inches away, and I stare directly into his blue eyes.

"Nice try, Herondale." I say, and he looks at me oddly.

"What?" He asks, and I cross my arms.

"I know what you're doing and it's working. You feel like you can never repay me because I saved Jem. You think that if you got to know me, you might actually like me. And, because of this, you have made it your personal mission to get me to hate you." I say, watching my words register in his eyes. "But you can't. Honestly, you can call me any amount of stupid names and it's not going to change anything. I know that you are an amazingly good person Will."

"You don't know what it's like-." He begins to shout but quickly controls his anger.

"You're right. I don't know what it's like. That's why you have to tell me." I say, frustrated. I shake my head and calm down "Let me in, Will." I say softly.

"I can't." He replies, just as quietly.

"It won't hurt me Will." His eyes flash when I say this.

"I shouldn't be surprised." He says wryly. I sigh, and lean against the wall behind me.

"Here's the deal," I say, crossing my arms. "If you don't try to get me to hate you, I will consider us even for me saving your parabatai." I look at him carefully as he considers this.

"Alright." He finally says and I smile.

"Honestly that wasn't necessary. I would have considered us even for me saving Jem anyways. Now I just get something out of it." I smile mischievously, and to my delight, he smiles back. He studies my face closely, as if he is looking for something. I tilt my head questioningly.

"The way you say his name. It's...different." Will says slowly. I feel myself blushing furiously.

"I...I don't know what you mean..." I murmur and Will doesn't push me.

"Why don't I teach you how to properly use that sword?" Will says, and I breathe a sigh of relief that he didn't ask more about Jem.

"Ok." I reply and Will walks over to the middle mat on the floor of the training room. He tosses me a wooden pole.

"We can start with these." He says and I catch the pole. For the next hour, Will teaches me how to properly attack someone. Or, at least, he tries. Mostly, it's just me messing up and us laughing. At the end of our little practice session, I fall to the floor and try to catch my breath. Will sits down next to me, not looking the least bit tired.

"Had enough yet?" He asks, smirking. I sit up, and pull my hair back into a high ponytail. I've had a ponytail holder on my wrist since I got here; I never go anywhere without one.

"Never." I smile and stand back up. "I will beat you." I say determinedly, and Will looks at me with sarcastic pity.

"Sure, Miss-." I cut him off before he can say it.

"Oh please don't call me that. It's only ever been either Aurelia or Rey or Lia." I say and he nods. "Now get ready to taste defeat Will Herondale!" I say fiercely, and lunge for Will.

"Aurelia!" I hear a voice, and spin around. This distraction is all Will needs. He knocks me down, and I land in the floor with a hard thud. I roll over, laughing. I turn and see Charlotte standing in the doorway. "Will, I need to talk to Aurelia alone." She says and he starts to protest but Charlotte stops him. "Will." He shoots her a glare then stalks out of the room. I stand up, and Charlotte walks over to me, looking me over. "I don't know what to do with you." She says finally. "You've been here for less than a day, yet you've saved Jem and made Will laugh more than I've ever heard him laugh before. I know I should take this to the Clave-." I gasp suddenly.

"Oh no please! Who knows what they'll do to me..." I trail off, realizing I shouldn't have said this.

"How do you know all this Aurelia? No mundane should know this much about our world." She says quietly and I shake my head.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I say, feeling very cheesy.

"Aurelia please." She looks at me and I sigh.

"There's a book. Three of them actually. They...they explain the future I suppose. Your future. It describes you and everyone else here, and explains about you too...but..." I'm not exactly sure how to tell her this next part.

"What is it?" Charlotte asks.

"The books...they're fiction. You and everyone else here...you don't exist." I say quietly. There's a thousand emotions on Charlotte's face as she processes this information.

"That can't be possible. I mean...I'm here aren't I?" She says, disbelief evident in her voice.

"That's what I've been trying to figure out. At first, I thought that someone was playing a trick on me. But I think I took a portal. And not just any portal. I think this one took me to a different dimension." I explain, and she nods. "And I think I know who can help me get back home. Have you ever heard of the warlock called Magnus Bane?" I ask, and she freezes.

"Well...I suppose we can ask him." She says dubiously.

"Just...please don't tell the Clave about this. Not until we find Magnus." I plead, looking up. She sighs.

"Oh alright." She looks over at the wall. "I suppose I owe you for saving Jem's life." I look over at her, throughly puzzled.

"I don't understand why people keep saying that they have to repay me for saving Jem. Knowing that he is alright is quite enough." I say thoughtfully, and she smiles.

"You are a very sweet girl Aurelia." She says softly and leaves. I stand still for a few minutes, lost in my own thoughts. Then I make my way to my room, in an almost dreamlike state. I change into an a pair of comfy grey leggings, and a soft purple top. I crawl into the large, plush bed and stare up into the darkness. The dark is beautiful in its own way. A sort of dangerous beauty. Something that seems solid and unbreakable, but in reality, you could slice through it with nothing but your hand.