Hi everyone! Obviously, this is my new story! So the first half is just the first part of Clary's dream, which was written by Cassandra Clare- not me! But the rest is (written by me). I didn't put Cassandra Clare's writing in italics simply because there is too much of it. Plus, personally, i hate reading big sections of things in italics.

I also need your opinion on something. Should I do alternating chapters of the dreams... or the complete dreams of everyone in big blocks (still split up by chapters)? Please tell me because I have no idea what to do!

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, nor are some of the ideas. Also, the first half is not my writing. Does anyone actually read disclaimers?

Clary stood on a shady lawn that rolled away down a sloping hill. The sky overhead was perfectly blue, dotted here and there with white clouds. At her feet a stone walkway stretched to the front door of a large manor house, built of mellow golden stone.

She craned her head back, looking up. The house was lovely: The stones were the color of butter in the spring sunshine, covered in trellises of climbing roses in red and gold and orange. Wrought iron balconies curved out from the facade, and there were two large arched doors of bronze-colored wood, their surfaces wrought with delicate designs of wings. Wings for the Fairchilds, said a soft voice, reassuring, in the back of her mind. This is Fairchild manor. It has stood for four hundred years and will stand four hundred more.

"Clary!" Her mother appeared at one of the balconies, wearing an elegant champagne-colored dress; her red hair was down, and she looked young and beautiful. Her arms were bare, circled with black runes. "What do you think? Doesn't it look gorgeous?"

Clary followed her mother's gaze toward where the lawn flattened out. There was an archway of roses set up at the end of an aisle, on either side of which were rows of wooden benches. White flowers were scattered along the aisle: the white flowers that grew only in Idris. The air was rich with their honey scent.

She looked back up at her mother, who was no longer alone on the balcony. Luke was standing behind her, an arm around her waist. He was in rolled-up shirtsleeves and formal trousers, as if halfway dressed for a party. His arms too were twined with runes: runes for good luck, for insight, for strength, for love. "Are you ready?" he called down to Clary.

"Ready for what?" she said, but they didn't seem to hear her. Smiling, they disappeared back into the house. Clary took a few steps along the path.

"Clary!"

She whirled. He was coming toward her across the grass-slender, with white-pale hair that shone in the sunlight, dressed in formal black with gold runes at his collar and cuffs. He was grinning, a smudge of dirt on his cheek, and holding up a hand to block the brightness of the sun.

Sebastian.

He was entirely the same and yet entirely different. He was clearly himself, and yet the whole shape and set of his features seemed to have changed, his bones less sharp, his skin sun darkened rather than pale, and his eyes-

His eyes shone, as green as spring grass.

He has always had green eyes, said the voice in her head. People often marvel at how much alike you are, he and your mother and yourself. His name is Jonathan and he is your brother; he has always protected you.

"Clary," he said again, "you're not going to believe-"

"Jonathan!" a small voice trilled, and Clary turned her wondering eyes to see a little girl dashing across the grass. She had red hair, the same shade as Clary's, and it flew out behind her like a banner. She was barefoot, wearing a green lace dress that had been so thoroughly torn to ribbons at the cuffs and hem that it resembled shredded lettuce. She might have been four or five years old, dirty- faced and adorable, and as she reached Jonathan, she held up her arms, and he bent down to swing her up into the air.

She shrieked in delight as he held her over his head. "Ouch, ouch-quit that, you demon child," he said as she pulled at his hair. "Val, I said stop it, or I'll hold you upside down. I mean it."

"Val?" Clary echoed. But of course, her name is Valentina, said the whispering voice in the back of her head . Valentine Morgenstern was a great hero of the war; he died in battle against Hodge Starkweather, but not before he had saved the Mortal Cup, and the Clave along with it. When Luke married your mother, they honored his memory in the name of their daughter.

"Clary, make him let me go, make him-owwww!" shrieked Val as Jonathan turned her upside down and swung her through the air. Val dissolved into giggles as he set her down on the grass, and she turned a pair of eyes the exact blue of Luke's up at Clary. "Your dress is pretty," she said matter-of-factly.

"Thank you," Clary said, still half in a daze, and looked at Jonathan, who was grinning down at his small sister. "Is that dirt on your face?"

Jonathan reached up and touched his cheek. "Chocolate," he said. "You'll never guess what I found Val doing. She had both fists in the wedding cake. I'm going to have to patch it up." He squinted at Clary. "Okay, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that. You look like you're going to pass out."

"I'm fine," Clary said, tugging nervously at a lock of her hair.

Jonathan put his hands up as if to ward her off. "Look, I'll perform surgery on it. No one will ever be able to tell that someone ate half the roses off." He looked thoughtful. "I could eat the other half of the roses, just so it's even."

"Yeah!" said Val from her place on the grass at his feet. She was busy yanking up dandelions, their white pods blowing on the wind.

"Also," Jonathan added, "I hate to bring this up, but you might want to put some shoes on before the wedding."

Clary looked down at herself. He was right, she was barefoot. Barefoot, and wearing a pale gold dress. The hem drifted around her ankles like a sunset- colored cloud. "I-What wedding?"

Her brother's green eyes widened. "Your wedding? You know, to Jace Herondale? About yea high, blond, all the girls looove him-" He broke off. "Are you having cold feet? Is that what this is?" He leaned in conspiratorially. "Because if it is, I'll totally smuggle you over the border into France. And I won't tell anyone where you went. Even if they stick bamboo shoots under my fingernails."

"I don't-" Clary stared at him. "Bamboo shoots?"

He shrugged eloquently. "For my only sister, not counting the creature currently sitting on my foot"-Val yelped-"I would do it. Even if it means not getting to see Isabelle Lightwood in a strapless dress."

"Isabelle? You like Isabelle?" Clary felt as if she were running a marathon and couldn't quite catch her breath.

He squinted at her. "Is that a problem? Is she a wanted criminal or something?" He looked thoughtful. "That would be kind of hot, actually."

"Okay, I don't need to know what you think is hot," Clary said automatically. "Bleh."

Jonathan grinned. It was an unconcerned, happy grin; the grin of someone who'd never really had much to worry about beyond pretty girls and whether one of his little sisters had eaten the other sister's wedding cake. Somewhere in the back of Clary's mind she saw black eyes and whip marks, but she didn't know why. He's your brother. He's your brother, and he's always taken care of you. "Right," he said. "Like I didn't have to suffer through years of 'Oooh, Jace is so cute. Do you think he liiikes me?"

"I-" Clary said, and broke off, feeling a little dizzy. "I just don't remember him proposing."

Jonathan knelt down and tugged on Val's hair. She was humming to herself, bundling daisies together in a pile. Clary blinked-she'd been so sure they were dandelions. "Oh, I don't know if he ever did," he said casually. "We all just knew you'd end up together. It was inevitable."

"But I should have gotten to choose," she said, in a near whisper. "I should have gotten to say yes."

"Well, you would have, wouldn't you?" he said, watching the daisies blow across the grass. "Speaking of, do you think Isabelle would go out with me if I asked her?"

Clary's breath caught. "But what about Simon?"

He looked up at her, the sun bright in his eyes. "Who's Simon?"

Clary frowned. The name seemed to have such importance- but the face behind the name slipped away, easily as sand falling through fingers, leaving only a few grains behind. "You know what, I don't actually know. Wedding nerves." She laughed, reaching down and ruffling Val's hair. A curl of her own hair fell onto her little sister's head, and she couldn't tell where it ended and Val's started. A calm floated over her- this was how it was meant to be. The sun was shining, and the warmth on her face soothed her even more.

"So, about that France thing?" Jonathan teased.

"I think I'll be fine, Jon, but thanks for the offer anyway." She started off towards the house, yelling back to him as she went. "I'd better go get some shoes."

"Clary!" Jocelyn stopped her in the hall leading up to her room. She smiled softly. "You look beautiful."

Clary shifted uncomfortably. She was used to the practicality of gear or jeans- not the floating gown she was wearing, and the feeling of the swish of the soft material around her ankles was foreign. Still, she knew Jace would appreciate it.

"But you're not wearing any shoes!" Jocelyn noticed, and pushed Clary to her room gently. She hunted around for the box while Clary walked to her window. She pushed it open easily.

Guests were wandering around the garden, chatting and admiring the scenery. The Fairchild manor was beautiful- it was her mother's creative touch that made it look even more lovely than usual. She saw Isabelle's long dark hair falling down her back as she gracefully threw her arm out to the side- no doubt embellishing a story of one of their past demon hunts. Clary grinned. It was just like Iz to partake in a bit of exaggeration.

Next to her stood Alec, the dark suit with the golden tie contrasting with his bottle-glass blue eyes. She sighed, wishing that everyone would just accept him for who he was. Being a gay Shadowhunter was hardly easy, and many of the guests were casually ignoring him.

She drew in a breath. Jace was standing by Maryse and Robert, the gold runes on his dark ceremonial gear matching his eyes and hair. As if sensing her gaze on him, he glanced up at her window and grinned. The smile was so genuine- few people had the chance to see it.

"Found them!" Jocelyn announced triumphantly, shaking Clary out of her reverie and holding up a pair of golden heels and then setting them down on the floor.

"Thanks, mom." As she walked across the hardwood floor, Clary felt like Cinderella, lifting up her gown and stepping into the shoes. She took a deep breath and held it. A bell tolled, signaling the start of the ceremony.

"Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death." Jace gave her a small smile as he lifted her arm and set the stele to her skin. Clary barely felt the sting as he traced the rune of commitment onto her upper arm. Even in heels, she was so much shorter than he was.

Jace finished the rune, his deep breath ghosting across her skin and sending goose bumps up her arm. It made her feel more secure, knowing he was as nervous as she was. The rune of love went over her heart, and the slight burn brought her to attention.

Clary took the offered stele from Jia Penhallow. It wasn't often the Consul presided over the wedding ceremony, but she volunteered to do it almost immediately. She repeated the words. "Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death."

Jace lifted his arm for her, and she could almost feel the power stirring in her veins. Her talent with runes had never faded, and her runes were going to be stronger than anyone's. Jace had said he didn't mind- that it was only right, considering how much he loved her. She finished the runes and the ceremony was complete.

"Clary Herondale." Jace breathed softly. "It has a ring to it, doesn't it?"

She grinned. Too ecstatic to argue as she used to, she brought his lips down over hers.

This is not the end of Clary's dream! So, do I move on or stay in her dream for a while? Thanks for reading! :)