Chapter 1

Clary's POV

I open my eyes to a beautiful glass mirror in the middle of an empty room. The frame was designed in swirls and stones. It was colored in green and gold. The base was almost a molten gold while the swirls were all different types of light and dark greens. This mirror was calling to me. It felt dangerous as if I looked into it my world would come crashing down, but I couldn't help it.

My legs move voluntarily towards the object, step by step the mirror got bigger and bigger, by the time I reached the mirror it was a full body length mirror. I see myself in a beautiful, vast plain with tall grass, blue skies, white clouds, and singing birds.

I go to reach out as if it will suck me in but once my finger touches the glass I'm thrown in the air. I land with a scream as I fall on my side. I look down to see blood dripping from my shoulder. Holding my arm close I stand up to look at the mirror. I can't believe the image displayed onto the glass.

The mirror has changed; no longer filled with beauty, instead replaced with hell. The image no soul can survive. Flames and explosions that are so large that it could almost burn me through the glass. Clouds of smoke filled the crissum sky darkening the land much more.

Screams fill the air in the room and they're not just mine. I see figures move within the mirror. They bodies shaped like humans but burnt to a crisp. Their skin was like burning coal. The screams echo from their mouths into the room. I watch as they move closer to the glass. I move against the white walls even though I know they can't get through glass. Oh I was so wrong.

The creatures walk out the mirror and stop. They spot me in the corner and run towards me. I crouch knowing this is the end, that I will be torn apart by these…these…these demons. I scream and just was one is about to grab me it disappears. Roaring and dust now fills the air with sparks of gold flying.

I look to see a man with a glowing sword cutting down the demons. I look over to see who my knight is. Everything about this man is golden as if a god melted it onto his skin. As he finishes off the last demon I stand. I take a step towards him to thank him but he puts his hand up to stop me.

"Who are you?" was all I can gasp out. His shoulders slack down and he takes a deep breath.

"I'm…"he begins but never finishes.

LINE BREAK

I'm jolted straight up out of my dream and into my bed by the sound of my alarm clock going off. Sweat drips drown my whole body in streams. Catching my breath I turn off my alarm and get out of bed. I head towards the bathroom like I usually do to take a shower. Turning on the water and slipping off my close I hop into the calm tapping of the water.

Once I'm out of the shower with the towel around my body I towards my sink. Even though it was just a dream I hesitate to look at the mirror. Thankfully all I see is my curly red hair, my pale skin covered with a light dusting of freckles, and my emerald green eyes. I ease myself and exit out the bathroom to get dressed for the day.

Going into my walk-in closet I pick out my clothes for the day. I finally decide to put on pair of blue jeans and a gray shirt with a picture of Kirito from SAO with a caption that say "#YOLO You Only Live Online". After sliding on a black converse I head down stairs.

Going downstairs I hear bickering coming from the kitchen. Great what is it this time? I look in and see my dad, Valentine, and my 18 year old brother, Jon, fighting over food, again. I don't understand what their fighting for its just food. I look over and see my step mom cooking up some eggs and bacon, ignoring the idiotic boys as if they're not in the room. Annie is a very kind and strong willed woman. She has light brown hair, a nice light tan, and hazel eyes. I grab a glass from the cabinet and go to get cranberry juice from the fridge.

I lean over towards her and ask, pointing at the people I call family, "What are they fighting for this time?" Just I take a sip she says "They're fighting over who gets the last pieces of rib for lunch."

I spit out all of my juice on the counter, coughing, and look towards the boys. All of them look at me, putting down the ribs, as I stare wide-eyed at the food. Jon realizes what I'm thinking and begins to protest.

"Clary no…." before he can finish I dash over and grab the container. "Come on Clare I had that first. I was bringing that to school first," Jon gets interrupted by dad.

"No I'm bringing that to work because I saw it first and I'm the father," dad protests.

"No I'm taking it for lunch and you both are going to let me unless you what to wake up with black hair in the morning." Both of them put their hands on their head as if to protect their hair. My brother and dad are complete look alikes. Unlike me who looks exactly like my mother. They both have platinum blond hair, are really tall but lean with just enough muscles, slim chiseled, sharp features, and same beige skin tone. The only difference between the two of them was their eyes. Jon and I both got the emerald color eyes from our mom. His eyes are darker emerald while mine are more vibrant. Height difference is also noticeable. Jon is 6', dad's 6' 2", and sadly I'm 5' 1".

They both finally give up when Annie sets down our food. Dad wraps his arms around and kisses her. I swear they were born for each other. They balance each out. Annie is a party person, teaser, super kind, and so strong willed that she didn't need a man. Dad is a playful and caring when he's at home; if we don't do something stupid though, but when it has to come to work he's very high strung, bossy, perfectionist, and cold.

Once me and Jon finish we head towards our cars and say bye to dad and Annie. Dad works for a big stock market and basically looks like he has more money than Donald Trump. For our 16th birthday dad surprised us each with a car; turned 16 a few months ago. Jon got a 2015 sliver Mercedes Benz. I got a dark blue jeep wrangler.

While Jon heads straight to school I stop at Java Jones to get coffee for me and Simon. I grab our usual and head to school, parking in my spot. When I step out I see there are people crowding the entrance. Ignoring what's going on, I head toward the bench where Simon is sitting. He gives me a goofy smile with a tiny wave, calling me over. Sitting down, I hand him his coffee and kiss him on his cheek. If you're wondering, no we are not dating.

Simon has been my best friend since kindergarten. We became friends when I saved him from being picked on. The kids were taking his action figures and glasses. He was crutched down in the corner so I ran over and told them to leave him alone. When they wouldn't I punched their "leader" square in the face. Let's say that people didn't really talk to me much after that, but Simon did. Simon has milk chocolate colored hair and dirt brown eyes with specks of green hidden behind his glasses. He's also very lean with tiny muscles and about 5' 7".

We head inside before the first bell rings, grab our stuff, and head to class. We have the same classes except for 4th and 9th. 4th period he has in Java while I'm in studio art. 9th he has psychology while I have French 2. Mrs. Wayland wasn't in yet so we had some time to talk before class started.

"Guess what today is?" Simon says.

"Um…I don't know? Thursday," I don't think there is anything special about today. He looks around to make sure no one's watching us and then looks straight at me.

"It's Thursday the 12th," he looks around again "that means tomorrow is… FRIDAY the 13th!" He says this wide eyed. Let's say Simon believes in superstitions.

"Chill Simon, it's not that big a deal." I say nonchalantly. He was about to go through his normal routine of telling me not to open an umbrella inside, or don't spill salt. You know the usual superstitions. He was cut off when Mrs. Wayland walked into the room. When class was over he told me all the same stuff. I didn't care so I promised him I wouldn't do anything bad. Then school went on like normal like any other day.