Jace's dream was a standard nightmare. It always was. He was currently watching as a horde of demons attacked Clary. It was tearing her apart and he was helpless to stop it, unable to move, to help, to save her. He wanted her to be dead, for her pain to end but he knew she wasn't. One of the ugly brutes turned to him with fearsome yellow lunged at him, he closed his eyes knowing he was about to die. Then his dream suddenly changed, melting away and leaving him in an empty feild of mist. His eyes, now open, scanned his surroundings. A dark, misty figure approached him. He immeadiatley reached for a weapon before realizing that ,duh, he was in a dream. He didn't have any weapons. A few feet away the mist solidified into a girl dressed all in black.
She was both beautiful and terrible at the same time. Her hair was as black as pine pitch and was somwhere between a curl and a wave as it fell down her back. Her skin was so pale it was almost white and it was as smooth as porcelin. She was about five foot and damn was she curvy! But her eyes terrified him. The irises were black, not brown, black. They were so cold when she looked at him that he expected to be turned to ice. They were the eyes of someone who killed and didn't regret it. Who would just as soon kill him as spare him. He was so scared of her, he asked the most basic of all questions.
"W-who are you?"
She looked amused. She wasn't exactly smiling. You know the look on the emporer's face when he's watching gladiator battles? That was her. She cocked her head to the side and studied him, like an animal about to be gutted. She didn't speak for a long while. When she did her voice was cold and sharp. It scared him even though there was no menace in it.
"That is a dangerous question. I'm not going to answer it just yet. Hmmm...no not yet. You see, that would ruin my plan."
"What plan?" he asks.
"All in good time. Tomorrow at noon, you will go to the Starbucks that your sister Isabelle is so fond of. You'll see a boy with golden hair and sky blue eyes with a boy who looks like me. Speak with them. You may find something of interest. I suggest going armed. Get the name of the dark haired boy. I will speak with you then."
"Why should I trust you? Who are you anyway? This sounds like a trap to me."
"You'll go. Your curiosity will force you to. Many lives are counting on you, lives that could be saved by this meeting alone. I will not deny that this wil be dangerous. But it is time."
"Time? Time for what?"
"Time for the secrets of your world to be revealed." her form was fading. " You will be given more information in time. Now, WAKE!"
Jace woke in a cold sweat, panting. He lay back down knowing that no matter how hard he tried, sleep would not come.