Authors Note: Hi this is my first FanFiction. This is the first chapter and I will upload more soon. Please rate and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or its Characters (Of Course)

It was early in the morning when Simon woke up from a deep sleep. His bedroom was pitch black with very little light seeping through the sides of the thick curtains. Stretching his arms as he stood up, he walked to the window and drew the curtains back letting the dazzling light of sunrise in. Through the window he could see the tall skyscrapers of New York City. Something didn't feel right but he couldn't think what it was.

As Simon walked down the stairs he noticed a thin scar on the back of his hand Where did this come from he wondered. When he reached the bottom of the stairs Simon saw the time 5:00am Ugh he thought Why did I get up so early. After getting a drink of water he went back upstairs to bed.

As soon as he drifted back into a deep sleep Simon dreamed...

He was looking over a grey wasteland from the top of a cliff. He was with some people he didn't know. One of them, a girl, had long curly hair that was as red as wildfire and beside her stood a guy who towered above her. The guy had messy blond hair and bright gold eyes. He held the girls hand tightly as if they were in danger of being separated. On Simon's other side there stood another guy who had brown hair down to his jaw and striking blue eyes and beside him was a girl who had long black hair and dark brown eyes. Simon recognised her from somewhere. Who is she he thought just as the dream vanished and another took its place.

He was with the girl with the black hair in some kind of cave. Illuminating the room there was a fire. The girl was laughing and Simon tried to remember her name. Then it hit him Isabelle he thought just before he woke up.

Sitting up rubbing his eyes, Simon tried to keep the dream in his mind but he forgot all but the wasteland that had stretched before him. He looked over to the window and saw the traffic on the road leading into New York City. Simon got out of bed and dressed ready for school. He went downstairs and saw his mother sitting at the dining room table beside his sister Rebecca. It felt like it had been forever since he had seen either of them, like it had been months...

Stop being stupid Simon thought to himself you saw them yesterday.He went and joined them at the tiny table and couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

"Nice of you to join us" Rebecca remarked as Simon sat down across from her at the table.

Simon grinned at her and poured himself some cornflakes. Quickly finishing them he grabbed his bag from the floor in the lounge and said bye to his family. "Don't forget I have band practice at Erics tonight" he shouted through the house at he closed the door.

He had to sprint down the street to the bus stop so he could get to St Xavier's on time. Once he arrived he scanned the yard searching for someone. Who am I looking for he thought to himself as a flash of a girl with red hair crossed his mind and dispersed just as fast. "Who you looking for?" Kirk asked as Simon turned and saw the rest of his band mates. "No one" Simon said as he let his friends lead him to his first class.

It was 4.00pm when the band finished rehearsing. They were now debating on a new name as Lethal Soufflé wasn't working for any of them.

"I think we should be called the Razor Potato" Matt exclaimed and Eric threw half a burrito at him.

" We are NOT calling the band the Razor Potato so forget it" he shouted and they all laughed. Simon was thinking and an idea came to his mind. He didn't know where it came from it just appeared.

"I know" he yelled making sure everyone could hear him "Why don't we call the band The Mortal Instruments?" The rest of the band looked to him and he felt suddenly embarrassed for being so enthusiastic.

"That sounds cool" Kirk said sounding excited. "Yeah" Matt agreed.

Eric took a moment to think about it then said "OK then. The band is officially The Mortal Instruments". Lets see how long this name lasts Simon thought to himself, smirking as he left the garage to head home.