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Chapter 1

I walked, dressed in only a yellow towel with my dark hair dripping wet against my shoulders. I walked down a black corridor, was it even a corridor? There were no walls...windows...or a ceiling. Just blackness. And then I fell. I screamed on the journey down, crashing onto a hard surface. A table. I could feel the cutlery pressing against my legs, digging into me. I kept the grip on my towel tight.

Then, my hearing came into play.

"Miss?" A woman's voice.

"Ma'am" A mans.

"You're sitting in my dinner." A arrogant, sarcastic voice.

I turned my head to the sound, and surprised myself by saying "You're William Herondale" How did I know this you may ask? His unanswered smirk, raven black hair, and striking blue eyes was the only answer I needed. I didn't remember how I got here, or why I was here. But I did remember reading a book, Clockwork Angel. Then this must be a dream. But would a dream hurt so much? I climbed off the table, holding my towel against me, and walked around the dining room.

"How did you know my name?" Will, the arrogance running along his voice, spoke to me first.

"Who doesn't know William Herondale?"I retorted as my eyes moved along the tapestry on the walls.

"You're not the first woman to knock on my door in just a towel."

"I may be the first to sit in your food though"

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" I turned back to the table and looked at the now standing, small and heavily pregnant woman. Charlotte. This gave me the indication of where in the story, the dream, I was. My eyes moved across from her, to the man beside her. Henry, his hair unmistakably ginger, with a forkful of food midway to his mouth. Beside him, Tessa. Theresa Grey, her eyes staring at me, only to look away when mine met hers. And then, the hand on top of hers, belonging to James Carstairs. His hair was a striking silver, his eyes matched and I felt my heart hurt at the memory of his upcoming death.

It was he who spoke to me next. "You're bleeding." his voice was soft - some may say weak from illness, others would say kind.

I looked down at myself "I am."

When I looked up James, Jem, had moved to stand in front of me - getting out what I assumed to be a stele.

"That won't work on me, I'm not like you."

"The runes suggest otherwise ma'am"

I looked down, at that black marks that started on my hand and ran up my arm, to my neck. The marks on my legs, and my back. This dream, was realistic.

"Maybe you hit your head when you fell" It was Charlotte that spoke, and I saw her turn to a maid - Sophie I assumed by her scars, and asked her to call the Silent Brothers.

"That will be you one day" I whispered softly, looking at Jem as he drew swift movements along my arm. "That will be you"

"Excuse me?" He asked.

"Oh you'll see." I pulled my hand back, and took a seat the table. "I'm hungry."

"Feel free to take my food, you've already sat in it after all." My eyes moved to William. "Do you have a name?"

"Doesn't everybody have a name?"

"Some children are never named."

"To be named a child, is a name isn't it. Charlotte is pregnant, the son doesn't yet have a name, but he isn't nameless."

"How do you know who we are?" Charlotte asked, watching me intently. They were all watching me intently.

"This is a dream."

"I assure you, even though most people dream to see someone as handsome as me, this is very real."

"It isn't real, my name..what is my name?" My mind sifted through my memories. My name, what is it? Natalie Barndale. "Natalie Barndale."

"I've never heard of the Barndale family" Said Henry.

"And I've never heard of a woman allowing their son to be called Buford." I informed, regarding him with my steady, blue eyes.

A dream, I knew it was nothing more than a vivid form of my imagination.