It was all a Dream Chapter 4
A/N Hi everybody, sorry for the short chapters, I'm taking a summer class and it has really gotten in the way of my free time writing. I promise Clary will wake up soon and we might get a surprise visit from Jace.
Clary looked around her, everything was gray, not black like before. That had to be a good sign right? Gray meant that light was coming from somewhere. A window maybe? Dungeons didn't usually have windows so hopefully she wasn't in a dungeon or the underground cells of the Silent City. Seeing Jace in the cells of the Silent City had been bad enough by witchlight she could only imagine what they were like in complete darkness. Her witchlight! Clary felt around to see if it was in her pockets but she couldn't feel anything. The incessant beeping continued which meant she couldn't be alone. Maybe if she followed the beeping – like her own personal yellow brick road. But no matter which way she turned the damn beeping was all around her. Suddenly Clary felt something warm on her face and a familiar scent wafted past her nose. It smelled like raspberry perfume and paint. Only one person smelled like that.
"Mom? Mom is that you?"
Clary turned in circles again hoping to hear or see her mother. "MOM!"
"Clary" the voice sounded far away but it was definitely her mother. By the Angel there was hope yet.
"Mom, can you hear me? Where I am mom?" Clary called into the gray oblivion. This was not funny anymore. If she could her Brother Jeremiah and her mother that meant they knew where she was and could get her out of here.
Clary turned again calling her mother's name and then it started to rain.
