The Dreamer
An early morning drabble.\\ Disclaimer: All is borrowed from MI
Jace was dreaming again, vivid colorful movies in his mind. He wasn't one to have dreams back at the Institute in NYC. Maybe a nightmare or two when all was quiet for too long. Never anything but restful sleep after a supreme battle or great sex. But Jace was back in Idris and ever since he could remember as a boy, he always dreamed here.
This night, he was dreaming of a battle full of demons and Downworlders. Jace on his game slashing right, slicing left. Climbing great heights and surprising a whole pack. First the setting was urban then when the battle ended all was empty. Bloodied mixed with sweat he felt alive. The air tainted with the smell of dirt and the odor of monsters now vanished back to where they once came and have now returned. Jace in a large field, alone standing in a fighting stance and surveying his surroundings. Then she appears in the distance. Clary, beautiful Clary. Jace stood up straight and watched her move gracefully toward him. He was happy to see her, but how was she here? He left her back in New York. He wanted her to be safe. He knew she would be looked after by Luke. And yes, Simon too as much as he didn't like the thought of him even around her, he knew he would rather die, again, then let anything hurt her. Clary was walking right up to him, smiling, laughing. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her. Then he woke up.
As he lay in bed rethinking his dream he wondered what it could mean. He had a funny feeling, not like anything he felt or thought before, a connection to something and it was close. Could Clary be in Idris? Could she have found a portal and followed him here? And does he feel her presence? He couldn't shake this feeling. He needed to talk with someone. But who?
I think I'll try to go on if anyone cares. Plz review. thank-you