First story that I've ever written so please be lenient with me,while it might suck I'm doing this because I like writing.A warning though,characters might be a little OOC so I'll try to make them as in character as possible, there may be grammar mistakes,so if you're a perfectionist in that matter then don't waste your time or hate it I don't mind as long as you read along this brainstorm I had taken from the deepest corners in my mind.
I don't own The Mortal Instruments,the amazing Cassandra Clare does, if you want to,I'd love to hear suggestions and opinions

Prologue
It was a wonderful night,the stars were twinkling in the dark sky and the moon was shining brightly. The halls that belonged to the New York Institute were silent and dark, it's currently habitants sleeping in their beds except the room that belonged to a certain red-haired Shadowhunter that was currently sketching a portrait of Church, the beloved cat of the Institute who was sleeping peacefully in the corner of Clary's bed.

She had asked Church if she wanted to draw him, which as a response the ancient grey cat just flicked his tail and let out a grumbled 'meow' which Clary took it as a 'yes'. It wasn't a surprise that Church was always grumpy, it was in his nature after all.

After finishing the last detail which included his eyes, Clary began to admire the grouchy old cat which was in a sitting pose, his flat face held the common grumpy face he always wore and his yellow eyes sparked with curiosity at object that caught his attention. His fluffy tail was curled slightly around his paws and his blue-greyish pelt was well groomed. In the drawing the grey cat held himself with an air of superiority, which wasn't shocking as cats always tended to think they were 'superior' than mundanes -including Shadowhunters like Clary- all in all the drawing made with coloring pencils was very well worthy for the portrait of the grumpy but helpful guide of the Institute.

Closing her sketchbook and placing it on top of her dresser, Clary began to stretch her body. Don't get her wrong. She absolutely loved art with a passion but sometimes a good stretch was good to her numb muscles (especially her shoulders). Getting up she quietly made her way towards the door, peeking over her shoulder she assured herself Church was sleeping deeply before opening the door and closing it with a 'click'.
Walking down the halls she turned a corner and arrived to the doors that led to the library; pushing them forward, she entered and then descended down the steps to the circular room which was empty but there were several books scattered in the wooden table, with a lamp energized with witchlight that stood beside the many books filled with knowledge. The unyielding statue of Raziel stood across the table, the moonlight filtered through the arch windows, giving the patron of the Shadowhunters an eerie glow.

Clary flipped a page from the Grey Book, taking her time in reading their abilities. She sighed tiredly,feeling her eyelids heavy she closed the book and stood up. Exiting the library, she made her way towards her room. Church was still sleeping in the corner of her bed. Even though the cat literally hates everybody, Clary still respects him. He is a useful guide when you're searching for someone in particular.
Yawning, she tucked herself in the bed and turned off the light. Her steady beat rhythm peacefully in her slumber as she entered the Realm of Dreams.
She didn't know that something or rather someone unexpected was going to visit her.

And it'd be just the start of a very interesting routine.

There was an unexplained feeling that Clary couldn't put her finger on. Oddly she felt safe but there was something that made her full alert, she was sitting in a meadow of every kind of flowers unimaginable. She recognized various of them from moonflowers, angel trumpets to lilies and she even saw midnight flowers. Flowers that only bloomed at midnight. She could hear the sound of rushing water in the distance,indicating there was some steam of water a few miles ahead. Lifting herself from her sitting position she scanned her surroundings but all she could see were flowers.
Suppressing a sigh, she walked across the field until a hand stopped her in her tracks. She spun around and was met with a masculine chest. She blinked and looked up, emerald crashed with gold orbs. Clary almost thought she was seeing Jace but whereas there was a darker shade of gold to distinguish the pupil this being's eyes were nothing but glowing orbs. That's when Clary realized the pristine wings behind him. She had crashed into an Angel. A defender of Heaven.
He was tall and skin as gold as wheat. There was an air of power surrounding him and his eyes...Clary thought she could see herself in those orbs. They were like a mirror, piercing her very being. She suddenly felt exposed as they seemed to analyze everything about her.

''Clarissa Fairchild." a deep smooth,velvety baritone voice echoed in her mind. She blinked and took a step back. His own aura radiated millennia of wisdom and knowledge. There was a awkward silence, Clary was sure that it could be cut by a knife.

Coming back to reality, she knelt down and bowed. Hair as red as a rose cascaded down her face. A hand touched her shoulder. She was aware that with no problem Raziel could turn her into ashes if he wanted to.

"Rise, for it is not necessary to bow to me here." She stood up and looked around, was this Heaven? She wondered. The place was too beautiful and the air so pure. Not like the polluted air she met outside every time she or the others went to the Pandemonium to hunt demons.

"Why I'm here? And what is this place?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed. Emerald eyes shining with confusion but there was a hint of awe and curiosity. Wherever she was she could clearly paint it in a canvas. The meadow she was standing and the clear blue sky.

A sigh echoed throughout the place. " You're in Heaven. Well to be more precise in the Celestial Plane between reality and imagination. Or as you mortals name it, the Realm of Dreams."

"You're aren't very patient are you?"

Raziel didn't seemed fazed with her statement. Clary ever wondered if Archangels were all like this or if he just woke up in a bad day.

"Don't test my patience, mortal"

Clary resisted the urge to roll her eyes, of Raziel and Ithuriel, she liked the latter the most.

"This so mortal you are speaking to has a name." she retorted giving the immortal being a glare.

His features didn't change except for the slight lift of an eyebrow.

Clary just sighed."Well this isn't going anywhere. Pray tell me,since I'm obviously wasting your time. What I'm doing here and Why I'm here?"

Raziel explained how his book has gone stolen and why he contacted her in the first place.

"So you're saying that the Book that contains all the secrets of the universe was stolen by someone and you want me to find it and return it to you." it was a statement, not a question.

Raziel nodded. But Clary couldn't understand how such book could be stolen so easily. Clary voiced her thoughts to him.

"The book was heavily guarded, considering that the knowledge it has is very powerful. Enough that it could reveal things that had yet to occur in time.

Clarissa this knowledge cannot be used by anyone but me. Whoever that interprets the content that it has can cause an unbalance in the order of the universe.

The knowledge is too dangerous for anyone to use it. As the saying goes, knowledge is power but too much curiosity killed the cat."

"But what'd happen if another immortal being other than you tried to read it? A being that would want nothing but destruction and revenge?" Clary asked, she had the intuition it was stolen purposely for that reason but didn't know for what exactly yet.

Raziel's face morphed into a grimace."Then we're all doomed."

"Wonderful" Clary muttered sarcastically.

"I already know that." said the Archangel, Clary could have sworn she had seen a ghost of a smile in his handsome face.

"Don't tell me you can read my thoughts?"she said giving him a wary glance."Because I respect my privacy."

This time Raziel's mouth did quirk up in a sly smirk."It is quite amusing, but yes I can read your mind."

Clary gritted her teeth, she was silently seething with anger and she very much desired to slap him in the face. But unfortunately, she couldn't. She didn't want to be a pile of ashes. Damn this insufferable pigeon winged man!

"I hate you." she said, giving him a glare.

"My, my... this wounds my immortal heart." he quipped with a mock hurt voice, placing his hand where his heart was.

"You're impossible." Clary groaned, rolling her eyes as she shook her head, what he asked her seemed impossible to accomplish. She had no clue where to start looking.

Then again, wanted answers always get found in the most strange ways.Clary thought.

"You're certainly an interesting mortal,Clarissa Fairchild." that snapped Clary out of her thoughts.

"Yeah?and why is that?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Now it was Raziel's turn to roll his eyes. "You're wise even if you don't know it, but sometimes I wonder if you're too oblivious to see it."

Clary jaw dropped in astonishment."Well I believe sometimes you're too boring to talk to."She scoffed back in a miffed tone.

Before the Keeper of Secrets could reply the meadow rippled like a pebble thrown into the water,the red haired shadowhunter looked around bewildered.

"You're going to wake up." Raziel's voice said, though his voice now sounded muffled and distant. Clary felt she was hearing him from the other side of a waterfall, literally.

"Remember this Clarissa, start in the place where the dead sleep between silence and bones."he added, now it was more farway but she could hear as clear as day.

And with that Clary woke up.