Chapter 3: Mother?
AN: Ok, I'm really sorry. I actually posted this way earlier today, except then I somehow managed to post the previous chapter a second time. So sorry, enjoy now though!

IMPORTANT, PLZ READ! Ok guys, so I right this on my phone and there is no setting for underline, bold or italics. Its really annoying, trust me. I'm mainly mentioning this because there is a dream in this chapter, and there was no way to distinguish that from the rest of the story. In the end, I just did *dream*, but in the story, Clary still thinks that what is happening in the dream is actually happening. Sorry of this is confusing, bit that's just how it is. Thanks soooo much to anyone who reviewed, now here's the chapter!
Disclaimer: I *cough cough* don't own the mortal instruments *cough cough* but, the plot is completely mine *yippee *
Clary POV:
As I slowly drifted back into conciseness, I became aware of a horrible pain in my back. I could also here a few people speaking in hushed voices.
"I got the results if the x-ray back, look at this." One voice, a male I think it was.
"No, but that does not make sense, she's a mundane. How are we going to tell her?" Another voice spoke.
Then it was the first voice again, and he sounded a lot grimmer. "Her whole life, we kept the shadow world from her, even though she was clearly a part of it. We aren't going to stop now."

I let out a small groan, and slowly my eyes fluttered open. I was in a room and a needle was in my hand. There was a plastic tube connecting that to a bag of clear liquid. There was a regular beeping sound, and lots of machines around the room. Magnus and Tessa were standing over to one side, holding some sheets. When they heard me groan, they both immediately looked up. Magnus quickly walked up over to me. "What am I doing here?" I croaked.
"Shh, biscuit, its ok. You passed out, and we had to make sure you are ok. Your back has gotten a bit worse, but you should be able to go back to your room in a few hours."
"But, what's a mundane, what's the shadow world?" I asked, still feeling confused and disorientated. "who can't you tell, what's going on, Magnus?" I begin to struggle into a sitting position.
"Honey, you must have just been dreaming. Nothing is going on." Gently yet firmly, Magnus pushed me back down.
Defeated, I let him. Closing my eyes, I let sleep bundle me up into it's arms.
*dream*
I awoke with a start. For a minute, I simply stared. I was surrounded by trees, and the sound of wind rustling many leaves. There was a woman standing in front of me, beckoning. I looked at her closer for a second, and saw that she looked like an older version of me. She had long, fiery red hair and emerald green eyes. After looking at her a little closer, I saw that she did not actually look as similar as I had thought. The woman's face was a little longer, and her eyes slightly darker than mine. She held herself in a way that showed off confidence, something that I never did.
As I watched, the woman seemed to become more frantic, and her facial expression seemed to say "Hurry, there is not much time". Only, faces did not talk like that. Something was definitely off. Without any warning, the woman disappeared, and was replaced with Jace. Just as suddenly as he had appeared, golden wings sprouted out of his back. He started running towards me, and he was gazing at me with a fierceness I had not seen before. Actually, he appeared to be gazing THROUGH me, as if I was as transparent as a pane of glass.
I spun around, and I saw my doctor, Magnus. He was also charging in my general direction, and his hands where sparkling with a strange blue fire.
Suddenly, I felt the sensation of falling. The forest was long gone, and I was falling through the sky, towards the skyscrapers of New York City that where below me. The sensation of falling stopped as amazing silver wings sprouted out of my back. As I drifted closer to the ground, I saw Jace again. He was facing away from me, and all his attention was focused on the black oozing CREATURES in front of him. Their mouths where filled with tiny needle-like teeth, and they each had four writhing black tentacles on the upper half of their bodies. Jace was fighting them off with a glowing blade and lion-like grin.
Once again, the scene changed dramatically. I was back in my ordinary hospital room, and a person was standing next to me. I could not say who it was, because they kept flickering, in and out of existence. One minute it was the red haired woman, the next it was Jace. At one point it was a boy with white blonde hair and eyes like pitch black tunnels. No matter who the person, their arm slowly reached towards me.
The person stayed as the woman for a few seconds, and her hand rested on my shoulder.
"I love you" she said, and then she was gone.
*dream over*
I woke up gasping, dripping with sweat, and my sheets tangled around my legs. I was in the hospital room again, and as I looks around, I could not help remembering the woman. I gazed through the open window -wait, open? The window was never open. I rushed over to it, and I thought I caught a glimpse of wild red hair. No. It could not have been. But it was possible, wasn't it? That fire haired woman, who looked so similar to me.

Mother?
I walked slowly back to my bed, shaking my head in a vain attempt to clear my head. Wow, what a strange dream. Little did I know, that the person just across the room from me was having a similarly disturbing dream.
Jace POV:
*dream *
I was sitting in a room. It was plain, yet seemed to show wealth and old-fashioned taste. I was completely alone, yet I was talking.
"For his birthday, the boy got a falcon. His father told him to make it obedient.
At first, the boy was afraid of the bird. It had a long yellow beak and wickedly sharp talons.
But the boy wanted to make his father proud, so he spent hours looking after the bird. He was meant to keep the bird blind, but the boy wanted it to know and trust him.
He fed it out of his hand, and at first it would not eat at all. Then it ate with such an intensity that the sharp beak cut his hand, and the bird feasted on his blood. But the boy was glad, because it showed that the bird had begun to trust him.
Weeks past, and the boy was constantly with the bird. Slowly, they began to bond. Eventually, the bird would do tricks for the boy, or run its beak gently through the boys golden hair.
Exactly a month later, the boy took the bird to his father, expecting him to be proud. But instead, he took the now-trusting creature into his hands and snapped its neck, killing it instantly.
'I told you to make the bird obedient, but instead you taught it to trust. In the end, that trust was the end of its life. Always remember that son, to love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed.' Then the father left, leaving the boy alone with his dead companion. For days he wept, until one of the servants took the body away. After that, the little boy never cried again, and always remembered what hos father had told him."
I finished telling the story, and the empty room changed into the dining room of my childhood home. A loud banging came from the front door, and I stood staring at my father with wide eyes.
The banging came again, and this time it was followed by a loud cracking sound. "Quick son,"my father said, ushering me into the hall cupboard "You must stay here, no matter what happens to me, do you understand?"
I quickly nodded my head. He closed the door, leaving me with the moth balls and coats. I could just watch the scene unfolding through a crack in the interlacing wooden planks.
Two men walked into the room. "Well, if it isn't Pangborn and Blackwell, what a pleasant surprise." My father said.
"You won't be so cocky when we are done with you, Michael Wayland." said one of the men.
For several minutes the men spoke in hushed voices. Without warning, one of the strangers pulled out a dagger and plunged it deep into my fathers chest. Dark read blood trickled down my fathers front, and his body hit the floor with a THUD. I had to shove my fist into my mouth to keep from crying out loud, and it took all my self control to not rush out as the blood if my father soaked into my shoes.
The two other men got up and left, and as soon as the front door closed I rushes to my fathers side.
His breathing was shallow, and his eyes fluttered closed. Then, the breathing stopped all together.
For the next hour, I sat by the dead body of my father. All my life, he had looked after mw, and now he was gone.
The next weeks passed in a blur. I was moving in with the Lightwoods, they had they had children of their own but had been friends with my father.
Through the whole ordeal, I did not shed a single tear. The words that my father had said to me still imprinted in my mind.
To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed.
*End of dream*
Everything went black, and when the light returned, I was back in the mundane hospital with Clary. She was asleep, facing away from me, and once again I noticed how small and frail she was. I thought back to the scenes of my childhood that I had just relived. The first two things that I had ever truly loved had left me, and that had led me to be the closed off person I was today.
Once again I looked at Clary, and remembered how she had told me of having lived in the hospital all her life. She had never had the opportunity to trust anyone, and mundane or not, I wanted to give her that opportunity. For the first time in many years, I was willing to try and open my heart tk someone.

AN: Thanks so much to anyone who gave me ideas for what the dreams could be, it really really REALLY helped. There were so many good ideas, and I really wanted to incorporate all of them, so I basically tries to shove all of the ideas together. I'm really sorry if I didn't end up using your idea, but I did my best. Sorry if it also seemed all over the place, but I found it really hard to right this chapter.
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