Hi guys. You know how I said that I've started Chapter 10? Well I've finished it. See, I started it before Chapter 9, and then added it later. Ok, don't worry too much about what's happening in this chapter.

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(Clary)

England. I'm in England. It's Wednesday, and I'm in England.

Right. Well, I have five days to furnish my room, and then I'm off to school. I'm supposedly in Year eleven, so yeah.

I examine the room. In the past few days that we've been furnishing the house, we've had a bed put in, and a wardrobe put in. there's also shelves, and a desk. The walls of my bedroom are painted cream. I pick up one of the cardboard boxes in the corner and bring it to my bed. It says clothes on the front of it in black marker, so I decide to start pulling out the clothes. I was pretty proud when I put this box into the suitcase. I had done it in such a way, that all the clothed were folded not creased, and still on hangers. Hell yeah, I was proud.

But before I start organising my stuff, I had to do something. Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I pressed play onto my music. You can't do stuff without music. Especially tidying and organising, Trust me. I tied my hair, and then began opening my boxes.

Two days later…

My room now looks like it is actually lived in. my desk is an impossible mess because I just kept piling things on top, but otherwise everything is relatively clean. I check the time.3:15pm. I decide to pull out my Sketchbook, which I haven't used in weeks. I grab a pencil, and flip my book open. I place then pencil on paper, and begin to draw. First, it's just a few lines. Then, I'm actually drawing.

I've missed drawing. I haven't drawn or painted or done anything remotely creative since my mother died, and if you put that into perspective, that was a long time ago.

When I feel like I'm finished, I look at my drawing. I drew… I drew a rune. I don't even know how, but it was one of the runes as in my dream. It was really… elegant. It looks like a diamond, with little flicks at the top. It must be buried in my subconscious, because I didn't really mean to draw them. Oh well. I flick to a new page, and start drawing again.

An hour has passed when I next look at the clock on the screen of my phone. What to do now? I think I'll look at my uniform, and then look at Jon's new room as well. Yes. I have a uniform. Just like, why? What is the point of a uniform? It just makes everyone look the same! Jon has it easy. He's in 6th Form College, that's what it is in Britain, and gets to wear suits. Obviously, Dad found this piece of information out, and then spent the whole day shopping for new suits with Jon. The poor child practically collapsed when he walked into the house. I almost felt bad for him, but then Dad said that I have a uniform as well. My jaw must have hit the floor.

So, the uniform. I pull it out of the wardrobe, and my father has been kind enough to put it in one of those clothes bags. The uniform is black. It's a shirt, trousers, blazer and tie. Like seriously, I have to wear a tie? OK. The school's logo is embroidered onto the top pocket of the blazer. Wow, this is one formal uniform. I even have to wear black shoes. Oh lord. I'm not going to be able to handle this. Who on earth came up with uniform? If they aren't already dead, I'm going to find them, and kill them. If they're already dead, I'm going to use necromancy, bring them back, and kill them again. They'll be most definitely dead by the time I'm through with them. Cue evil laugh.

At least my bag is contrasting to black. It's a pale blue, with all my doodles on the back. I see white flecks falling outside the window. It's snowing. I look outside the window, and see that the snow isn't sticking. Well, damn. That just means I won't be skipping school tomorrow. I really have to go to school in England. Hmph.

I go to Jon's room, and knock on the door. He opens the door and greets me, and the first thing that catches my eye is his window. It's massive compared to mine. That lucky bastard. I can see the next house through it, and they also have a massive window. You could see the other room from here, and from what I could see, it was a girl's bedroom. The wallpaper was floral, and pink, and I could just see a dressing table and a bed. I sit down on Jon's bed, and take in is new room. The wallpaper is plain blue. The shelves are full of random stuff, like a lava lamp. His wardrobe is a pale brown. And he also has a desk, which isn't anywhere near as messy as my own. The boy isn't exactly a neat freak, but Jon likes his stuff to have some form of organisation. Honestly, he's just weird like that.

I don't actually know why, but I seem to have brought my sketchbook. And it's open on the page of the rune. Jon must have looked at it, because he pulls it out of my grasp.

"Where have you seen this?" he says. He sounds slightly confused, and… shocked?

"I don't know… it just happened while I was drawing." I reply. "Have you seen it or something?" I add.

"I-I think I saw it in a dream."

He couldn't have. He couldn't have dreamed the same kind of dream I did. I decided to test my luck, and ask him what happened in this dream of his.

"It… was on you?" Jon said after some thought, and it still came out like a question. Ok, this is weird.

"Were they just floating? Before you saw me?" I say nervously. What the hell is happening?

"Yeah… How did you know?" I take a deep breath.

"I had the same dream but it was you with the runes. And then there was this voice, and it said that they were shadow hunter runes. Oh yeah, there was a voice."

"There was this voice in my dream too. But, it didn't say that." He paused. "It was naming the runes as I looked at them," he says. This is really weird, and starting to freak me out.

He points at the book. "That's Uhh, the Angelic rune of power," Jon recalls. "Clary? I don't think it's normal to be having the same dream,"

I get Jon to find some pencils, and I start drawing the different runes that I could remember. Jon uses the other pencil, and names them each time I finish one. Clairvoyance. Soundless. Stealth. Strength. Iratze. Agility. We kept drawing until our hands hurt. Then Jon started drawing more when I stopped. Alliance. Amissio. Binding. Open. Equilibrium. Fearless. The list went on. Jon's drawing wasn't half bad, seeing as he'd never actually tried drawing. We used up two pages.

I agree with Jon. This isn't normal. I don't think it's normal at all.

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