She had heard that The Clave had decided to use the mortal cup. With the passing of so many Shadowhunters, there needed to be new shadowhunters and quick. Perhaps even the revival of long gone family names. You were one of the new Nephilim who had survived drinking from the mortal cup, now it was up to her to guide you into your new life as a Shadowhunter.

"You must be the new Shadowhunter I'm mentoring."

Isabelle commented as she approached you in the hallways of the New York institute. Her long inky dark hair was left loose. Her deep brown eyes locked on yours with a quiet sort of intensity.

"I'm Isabelle Lightwood."

Izzy introduced herself to the former mundane. She could immediately see the potential in you. Young, physically strong, active. It was no wonder you had survived the transition from mundane to nephilim.

"Come with me. I'll show you around."