Percy, Jace, Clary, and Izzy made their way to the big training room.  Weapons were hung on every wall and the stench of sweat filled the air.  It kind of reminded Percy of his mortal life at Camp Half Blood, in a sense that it had everything.  Swords, bow and arrows, axes, agility training, endurance training, anything a demigod, or in this case a shadow hunter, could ever need.

Jace smirked at the awestricken, all-powerful angel.  "What?" he teased, "Never seen weapons before?"

Percy stifled a laugh.  If only he knew.  "No, I've seen one before.  It's just that it reminds me of my old life." 

Clary stepped forward.  "Could you tell us about it?"

Percy shook his head.  "No.  God has forbidden me from speaking of my mortal life."

"Why?"

"It was full of sin, full of death.  The Lord has saved me, but with rebirth, comes sacrifice.  I will never see my family again."

"But why wouldn't he let you see your family again?"

"His way is a mysterious one.  But if I am to truly move on, I must accept the loss."

The three shadow hunters bowed their heads.

"So," Percy said abruptly, "Who want's to spar?"

Jace smiled and pulled out a shiny silver seraph blade.  "Let's go." he said.

The two boys quietly strolled over to the fighting arena.  It was a large room with see-through walls for spectators, and the rune of power on the ceiling.

"What?  No weapons, angel?" Jace playfully taunted as they closed the door.  Percy searched through his pockets, trying to find his trusty sword Riptide.  He then remembered that he couldn't use a greek sword as a soldier of the heavenly army.  He then closed his eyes, channeling his heavenly powers, hoping for a sword to appear.  To his surprise, a three-foot blade that was bathed in a divine glow appeared in his hand.

Jace took a breath.  "So you do have a weapon."

Percy smirked and got into a battle stance.  Without warning, Jace charged.  He experimentally jabbed, only to be blocked.  Carefully, Jace analyzed his opponent, trying to find any weaknesses or openings.  He, unfortunately, found none. 

After a few minutes of playing defense, Percy raised his heavenly sword and skillfully disarmed the golden- haired shadow hunter.  Jace found himself on the hard floor of the fighting arena with a sword at his neck.

To Percy's surprise, Jace grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him to the ground.  "Sorry," Jace said through gritted teeth, "But I don't like to lose."

He threw a hard punch at Percy's left side.  Percy gritted his teeth, not wanting to give the ill-tempered shadow hunter the satisfaction.

"Enough!" A voice rang out through the arena.  It was a voice that Percy did not recognize.  Jace's eye's flashed white before dropping his blade and sitting down on the floor.  It was then that Percy realized that the voice of which had he heard was his own.  It was some sort of charm speak.  He was then reminded of Piper, a girl from his old life.  She had that power too.

'Man, I wish I could talk to her and tell her!' Percy thought.

Clary and Izzy were both staring at him, wide-eyed, through the see-through walls.

"Jace!" Percy shook his expressionless friend.

Jace looked up at him, his face vacant of any of his former humor.

"Master."

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Hey guys!

Sorry this is so short.  I'll probably make it longer later.

I just started school and already failed my first English test, so things are kind of stressful.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the story!  Please comment and vote!

Love ya!

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