Her name. He'd said her name. And...it was him. The boy she had drawn, which hadn't been an angel after all. Just a boy. But was he really just any boy? "How do you know my name?" She asked, not moving nor taking her eyes off of him. "I...honestly? I don't know. But I-I know you. I don't know how, I just do."
She nodded, still in shock. "Listen-do you have anywhere you need to be, right at this moment?"
"No, not for a while. Why?"
"Can you follow me?"
"I sure can." She nodded and started to walk out of the alley, brushing past the light brown cobblestones. We stopped when she realized he hadn't moved an inch. "I thought you said-"
"I said I could follow you. I have the ability to. But, the real question is, will I?"
She glared and him and then gave a aggravated sigh. "Will you follow me?"
"When you say it so politely..." He started walking, his long legs taking to time closing the distance between them. As she led the way, Clary could tell that he was walking slower than what was normal for him so that he could keep up with her short-legged pace. For some reason, that irritated her. They made it to an abandoned alley, this one much cleaner than the earlier one. They walked through there, and past the earliest parts of Broceland Forest, and she led them both into an alcove in the middle. It was a secluded area where her and Jonathan had played as kids, before they had started their training and received their marks. Clary had started to hide out here and draw when Jonathan had decided he was to old for playing with his little sister. A few months later, he had the voyance rune on the back of his right hand, and others soon followed. Clary took Mr. I-know-you're name-and-every-part-of-you-probably to the same place, inhaling the bitter-sweet smell of maple and longing for her sketch pad and watercolors. The leaves were a mix of orange, green, red, brown, and yellow due to it being the very early fall. She ached to draw the shape of the leaves, outline the cherrywood park, make it look so real she could almost touch it. There was a boulder, or at least what seemed like it to anyone but her and Jonathan. She knew to go around and lift up a stone in a certain way, and to crawl in with her back to the ground instead of stomach. Clary slid the rock back into place and grabbed her Witchlight out of her pocket, a single touch of her fingers bathing the room in a pale white, slightly blue, light. She set the stone in front of her as she sat down, crossing her legs. "So. What's you're name. You obviously already know mine. "Jace. Jace Herondale. What's you're last name?"
She tried to not let any of the uneasiness slip into her face.
"Morgenstern."
He paled, too. "Oh."
"Yeah, pretty much."
The Morgenstern's and Herondale's had been locked in a feud for as long as Clary could remember. "So what do we do now?"
He didn't answer the question, but instead said: "Why do you think it's happening to us? The dreams, and whatever is happening to you, I mean."
"Destiny? Nah. That's a load of crap."
Crickets chirped, and the melody of owl's hooting rang out through the night.
"I really need to get back home." She said after a long pause. "My dad will get all pissy if I don't. I'm not really supposed to be out, but…"
She got up, said good bye to Jace, and started heading out the door. She stopped when he called her name, but didn't turn around. "If this is happening out of no where…well, maybe something big is coming. I wonder."
"Yeah." She smiled even though he couldn't see it. "I wonder."
The words kept repeating in her head over and over again, the mantra drowning out everything else.
I wonder, Herondale. I wonder.
