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Chapter 5: Just A Dream

Clary's Point of View

It felt like I was going through a portal, only ten times worse. I felt like I was being stretched out like taffy only to be squashed together like play-doh. It was the absolute worst experience ever in the history of ever. It only lasted a few seconds at most, but it felt much longer.

I landed with a loud thud, landing on my side painfully. Clutching my side as I started to get up, I stopped as I surveyed the area around me. What in the world was I thinking? Going into some strange portal-like contraption! Shit, shit, shit! I cursed mentally.

One, I had no freaking idea where the hell I was, which I was fairly confused about. Weren't you suppose to think of a place before you can go somewhere through the portal? I most definitely didn't see this place before in my life, so how did I end up here? Well, this is what you get for drawing weird portals that might not actually be portals since its some weird thing from a rune you see in your dreams and whispering voices coaxing you forward while you think about Jace, I thought bitterly especially when Jace's name popped back into my mind.

Two, it looked like I dropped in some old room that was made about 150 years ago. It was a rather small room, with flowered white wallpaper, There was a plain table with a white lace cloth over it, a narrow brass bed pushed up against one wall, a windowsill where there were some very-old looking books that I didn't recognize the titles of them and next to it was a small chair. There was also a mirror that hung against the far wall.

When I finally got up, I looked around before I screamed. On the bed, was lying a girl, but that wasn't why. She was tied to the bed with rope that was tied with someone with high-quality knotting skills. Those knots would have even made a sailor proud. The girl didn't seem to hear me scream and I wondered if she was deaf as I watched her struggle against the knots. Maybe that's why she's tied to the bed? I thought. No, I answered. No one would do this to their child. That's just plain sick.

Either way, she was still quite pretty. She looked hallow though, as if she was a prisoner and here was absolutely no hope for her to get out. She has dark, rich chocolate brown colored hair with stormy gray eyes. She seemed pretty tall for her age – 16 maybe? She was dressed in a black school dress that looked like what people wore in the late 1800's that went all the way to her feet and flowing out from the waist. It didn't even look like it fit her properly.

I went to the side of her bed. "Do you need help?" I asked her. Again, she didn't seem to hear me. "Hello?" I asked, but still no answer. She looked like she was thinking. Suddenly, she went still. For a second I wondered if she was dead – but how could she?

Thank the Angel, she moved by pressing her back against the hard looking mattress and looked like she was remembering something again.

Suddenly, it looked like her skin was bubbling and she was…changing. She turned into some else, like she was morphing or something. In the back of my head I wondered if I was still dreaming and that I never woke up – I mean it's possible to have a dream within a dream right?

She arched her back against the mattress as if she was in pain and looked like she was swallowing back screams– of course it would hurt, changing into someone else? What was this weird place? The future where you can change into other people? No…it didn't even have a light bulb in here!

So…it's the past? Suddenly, I remembered dreaming about past and then the rune showed up. So I'm dreaming about the past? About random people who could morph into other people? Not that that wasn't crazy at all. But, how is it the past if she can change the way she can look if we can't even do that?

I lost my train of thought as I saw that she turned into a girl, a smaller on that was very thin that had fine thin hair with clips about to fall off her hair. She looked frail and her nails were bitten and chapped. The dress hung very loosely now. However, the knots were looser around her wrists and ankles too. She was freeing herself? That was actually really smart, I got to admit. I couldn't believe I would have such a weird, vivid dream like this that had such a clever solution, even if it was bizarre and set in the past that I had no idea about.

The girl blinked and glanced at her wrists, the same side that I was standing on but the girl didn't take any notice of me. As if I wasn't there. She jerked her hands free and sat up, rubbing at her wrists were the red marks were. Probably rope burns. Ouch, I winced mentally.

However, her ankles were still tied. "Hey, um, do you want me to do it?" I offered. She still didn't pay be any heed.

Her fingers worked quickly at the notes, and they turned bloody. It must have been one hard knot. She sprang to her feet, and changed back to herself…or whatever she was before. It was like she was this one girl one second and another the next second. The transformation was so quick that if you blinked, you would have missed it.

She glanced in the mirror, as if to make sure she wasn't the other thin girl. A noise behind us made us both whirl around. The knob on the bedroom door was turning and twisting back and forth. It looked like the person on the other side was having a problem with opening the door.

The girl hurried across the room and seized a jug from the washstand and moved to the side of the door with the jug gripped hard in her fist so hard that it was turning white. "Uh, what's going on?" I asked. "And why do you look scared and have a jug in your hand? She didn't pay any attention to me, as if I was the air or something and just simply wasn't there. I felt like an idiot for seemingly talking to myself.

The knob turned and the door finally opened. All I could see from the darkness of the room was a shadow as someone stepped into the room. It wasn't someone she knew and I wondered who it was and why the girl looked so tense, so scared.

I watched as the girl lunged forward, swinging the jug with all her might. The shadowy figure moved, as fast as a Shadowhunter and the jug slammed into the figure's outstretched arm before flying from the girl's grasp and crashed into the far wall. It's a good thing the person had Shadowhunter reflexes or else they would have been seriously hurt. It probably would have smashed their upper chest or maybe even the person's head. I guess that was the point.

A bellow was yelped from the shadowy figure that seemed like a man from the sound of its voice. It was followed with a stream of very colorful words. I was almost one hundred percent sure that it was a Shadowhunter; I mean a regular mundie couldn't have had reflexes that fast.

The girl backed away, into me and she didn't bump into me. It was as if she was invisible or a ghost. No wonder the girl didn't answer her questions. I wasn't suppose to be here…so I was watching all of it but not actually there even though I was…

Like that wasn't confusing.

She went right through me, as if I wasn't there…so that proved my theory of being a ghost or invisible. Either way, none of them could hear me and basically I wasn't there and they would walk through me…that was weird. Well, dreams are weird, I figured.

She then dashed for the door, but it had slammed shut. Even though the girl tugged on it pretty hard, it still wouldn't budge.

Witchlight suddenly brightly light the room. Ah ha! I thought smugly. I was right! He is a Shadowhunter! Cool. The girl blinked away tears in her eyes from the sudden bright light and then stared.

I stared too. There was a very attractive boy standing in front of us. He wasn't that much older than me – 17 maybe 18 years old. He dressed in old clothes too, a frayed black jacket, trousers and sturdy-looking boots. Despite the old clothes that look like they were made in the late 1800 hundreds, he still looked good. Really good.

Thick leather straps crisscrossed his waist and chest and attached to the straps were older Shadowhunter weapons. There were daggers, folding knives and seraph blades and a stele.

The boy's other hand was bleeding where the girl had gashed the back of it with the pitcher. But that didn't seem like the reason why the other girl stared at him. She had to admit to herself that he was good-looking too. He had tangled black hair and eyes like blue glass. The boy had elegant cheekbones, a full mouth, and long, thick lashes. With a pang, he made her think of Jace since they were both beautiful though they didn't look anything alike whatsoever; he sort of looked like Alec and Iz with the black hair and the crystal blue eyes.

The boy finally seemed to realize that the girl was staring – not that she wasn't either – because the boy had stopped cursing. "You cut me," he said. He had a nice sort of voice but that wasn't what shocked me. He had a British accent and it sounded really weird but really nice too. I had never gone to the United Kingdom and heard it the actual accent, not with my mother and trying to protect me from my Sight. Hell, she wouldn't let me go anywhere out of state. The accent sounded really good thought and not the fake one that Si had always impersonated to make her laugh. This was the real deal. The boy looked at his hand with a critical interest. "It may be fatal."

She knew he was lying since he could just draw a healing rune. He even sounded like Jace – same sarcasm. This was not a good dream but then again, I had warned myself but nooo, I couldn't listen to myself. Okay, now I'm just sounding flat out weird.

This was uncanny, it was like watching a play unfolding except for the fact that they didn't have an audience and that I was the only one watching. I don't know why I wasn't even including in my own dream, but I didn't mind so much. This was one interesting dream and it didn't have Jace in it, even if the boy did remind me of Jace.

The girl looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" she asked.

He titled his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, smearing the floor with blood. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent." Again, something witty that Jace would say. And who is the 'Magister' person and what kind of weird name is that?

"Are you the Magister?" the girl asked sternly for some odd reason. Who is this 'Magister' person?

"Magister?" He looked mildly surprised by the girl's vehemence. "That means 'master' in Latin, doesn't it?" Latin? And Jace knew a lot of languages too….

"I…" the girl looked she was in an uncanny dream. I'm with you sister, I thought. "I suppose it does."

"I've mastered many things in my life. Navigating the streets of London, dancing the quadrille, the Japanese art of flower arranging, lying at charades, concealing a highly intoxicated state, delighting young women with my charms…" he trailed off.

Yup, I grimly thought. This sounds a lot like something Jace would say if he just met a girl like this…and he's a player too, 'delighting young women with my charms'. Weird how he seems just like Jace…whoa, wait a second, LONDON? As in the London in the United Kingdom? Why would by dream take place there? I just thought it was a British man here since the girl didn't have an accent, well an old American accent but that's not the point. The girl just stared at the boy.

"Alas," he went on, "no one has ever actually referred to me as 'the master' or 'the magister,' either. More's the pity…" This is something Jace might say, depending on his mood. If he was in a witty, sarcastic mood, this was not what he would go for, but if he was in this boy's place meeting this new girl – well at least I think she doesn't seem to know him – then he might have said this – clever but not overly so. Why is it that almost every word out of this boy's mouth seems to be like what Jace would say? I never thought I would meet someone as arrogant as Jace in my whole life. I feel like the world would explode with two Jaces'.

"Are you highly intoxicated at the moment?" the girl questioned. The words seemed a little bit rude, but the Shadowhunter boy was not drunk at the moment for sure.

"How very direct, but I suppose all you Americans are, aren't you?" The boy looked amused. Not true! I thought hotly. "Yes, your accent gives you away." Hey! We do not have accents. I resisted the urge to stick out my tongue. And now I was pretty sure that the dream was in London since he said accent to her although I wondered why I would have a dream about London. I've never even been there before! So why would I dream about it?

"What's your name, then?" Ah ha! So they did just meet! And it for sure in London now because he said 'you Americans'. An American wouldn't have that.

The girl looked at him in disbelief. "What's my name?"

"Don't you know it?" Again, something incredibly witty that only Jace could come up with…that was until now.

"You–you've come bursting into my room, scared me nearly to death, and now you demand to know my name? What on earth's your name? And who are you, anyway?"

"My name is Herondale," the boy said cheerfully. Herondale…Herondale…sounds familiar…"William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will," he continued. Oh. My. Angel. Herondale, as in the Herondale? Like, as in Jace's real last name? I could feel shock pouring out of me as the two continued to chat. I felt like I was hearing them underwater, nothing was clear as I fought the pounding of my heart through my ears. I felt like the dream was slowly ebbing away and at first I didn't even notice.

"Is this really your room? Not very nice, is it? He wandered toward the window which was a mucky gray outside, pausing to examine the stack of books that the girl had on her bedside table, and then the boy – Will – stopped by the bed itself. I was still trying to get my mind from reeling from what I had just learned. Great, I thought sarcastically. I'm not dreaming about Jace, yet somehow, impossibly, I was still dreaming about him in a weird way. This was his ancestor! "Do you often sleep tied to the bed?"

I couldn't help it, I chucked. If Jace was here, this would be exactly what he would have said. Now I get it, why the sounded so alike. They were freaking related! But they don't look alike. At all. Except for the facial features like cheekbones, the hair and the eyes were so much lighter that I couldn't help but wonder how Jace has such golden hair, eyes, skin – basically everything if his ancestor had black hair. Wait, I thought abruptly. This is just a dream. None of its real. Just my mind playing tricks on me.

But how, a voice asked from the back of my head, would you have come up with all of this. Titles of books you never heard of, someone morphing into someone? How about shutting up? I retorted to it and continued listening and observing. It was actually quite funny to watch, I thought after I convinced myself that it was just a dream.

The girl's cheeks flamed. She looked thoughtful for a few seconds before Will interrupted her thoughts. "Here. Hold this." Will had handed her the witchlight. She looked like she thought she was going to burn from it, but looked shocked when she learned it was cool to the touch. She looked at him dismayed after the witchlight dimmed to a shimmering flicker. The girl wasn't a Shadowhunter for sure.

"Pity we're on the third floor. I could manage the jump, but it would probably kill you. No, we must go through the door and take our chances in the house." The dream was ebbing away more quickly now, as if it wanted her to leave right after the whole Will thing.

"Go through the – What?" the girl asked, clearly confused. She shook her head. "I don't understand."

"How can you not understand?" he pointed at her books. "You read novels. Obviously, I'm here to rescue you. Don't I look like Sir Galahad?" Will raised his arms dramatically. What – who was Sir Galahad? I thought as I felt like the edges of my vision blurred a shimmering sliver at the very edges, working its way to overpower me with shining white. "'My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure–" It sounded like he was quoting something or someone.

And that's when something echoed, far away inside the house – it sounded like a door slamming. Will then spat out a very colorful word and sprang away from the window. He landed with a wince, and he glanced ruefully down at his injured hand. "I'll need to take care of this later. Come along…" He looked at the girl pointedly, a question in his eyes. He sounded a lot more respectful than Jace normally would be to a stranger. More of my vision started shimmering and I fought back against it hard. The sliver fought back just as hard if not harder.

"Miss Gray," the girl replied to the unasked question faintly. "Miss Theresa Gray." Why so formal, I thought.

And with that, the shimmering sliver overpowered me and I slammed down against something hard, my head connecting with whatever it was before I blacked out, all traces of the glimmering sliver gone.

So, another one of my trademark cliffys =) I'm sure you all love me for it. I don't really think that you guys will have any questions on this other than what is the weird portal thing, (if you do just say it in your review or PM me) and sorry, but I can't tell. On the bright side, you will find out...eventually. Oh, and the title 'Just A Dream' I picked it because one, Clary is sure that it's just a dream and two, I love that song (Just A Dream by Nelly)!Now, there was confusion to the chapter when Clary first went through it, and I repeat, it IS NOT a portal. A portal is different. So, a new goal, 37 reviews? Yes, I know odd number but baby steps. There are a lot of you...and by a lot, I mean a lot (I personally think it should be higher with the amount of people reading this but since there isn't...) who don't review but please? I will make me happy and making me happy is good LOL. Seriously, and constructive criticism and feedback is always welcomed and blah blah blah. Now, click the little bubble and review (please?)!

A/N OMG I just realized I forgot to tell you guys something! This is from The Infernal Devices for everyone who didn't read it! I'm sorry I forgot to mention that! Basically, Tessa has the power to change into other people (and no, I'm not ruining it for you, it's in the summary, I would never do that) and Will as you find out in like two pages into the book, is a Herondale. So yeah. No, you don't have to read it to understand it, just that Tessa can 'change' and Will is a Herondale as it was stated in the story because that's the main idea and all you have to understand, you don't have to read the book just understand that Will is Jace's ancestor. So sorry about that, and if you haven't read it, READ IT! It's amazing (you see people like with ancestry like Herondale) !

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***Reminder: This is set AFTER City of Glass. (It's coming out the day after TOMORROW! AHHH) And don't forget to review!