City of Heavenly Fire

Chapter 1

1. I obviously don't own the mortal instruments series all rights go to Cassandra Clare

2. Please enjoy the book, I hope you enjoy it!!!

Bright green grass surrounded the field. white clouds danced in the blue sky. Clary lay on her back and stretched out her arms, enjoying the feeling of fresh earth beneath her fingertips. Her red hair was spread out behind her. She closed her eyes and let the soft breeze wipe away any doubt that she had, but all that doubt was quickly replaced by fear.

Behind her closed eyelids, was darkness but that only lasted for a second. Behind her eyes she saw flashes, flashes of fire, of hatred, of death. She saw herself lying on a dark red stained marble floor, her eyes were glistening with clear tears. She wore a white dress that was stained with blood. A familiar figure stood above her, holding a long blade that was glowing at the touch.
Clary hitched a breath as she caught a glimpse of the person who looked to be her killer. But it was impossible wasn't it?

Clary woke with a start. The dream that she just had flew from her brain. She couldn't remember any of it. A knock landed on her bedroom door. Clary sat up in bed and looked at her clock, it was 4 in the morning.

"Come in" she mumbled using her elbows to hold up her body. The door opened and a body walked in. It was to dark for Clary to see anything. "Mom?"

The dark figure drew closer, and a tiny shiver was sent down Clary's spine. She swung her legs over the end of her bed and furrowed her eyebrows. "Jace? Luke?" The dark figure stopped only centimetres away from her bed. Clary got to her feet cautiously and reached out a pale hand to touch it's face. The thing grabbed her wrist and twisted it. Clary yelped in surprise, she went to grab the dagger that was resting on her beside table, but the thing pushed her down holding her body with its tight grip.

"Sebastian says hello"

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Her sheets were soaked, her hand was reached out for her knife that had disappeared from her bedside table. Clary sighed and rolled over and came face to face with her knife. She gasped and her breath got caught in her stomach. She took the knife and placed it on the bedside table where it belonged and got out of bed.

She changed into tight navy skinny jeans and a black tank top that hung loosely on her skinny frame. She marched out to the kitchen, expecting the smell of bacon and eggs or pancakes, but there was nothing. She had never had a more intense dream, Clary could still feel the hold it had on her wrist.

"Mom? Luke!" Clary called out as she entered the kitchen. Luke's place had been considerably cleaner since mum and her had moved in, and it was obvious that Luke was taking advantage of that, but it would soon change once Joceyln and Luke got married.

Clary glanced around the house, but there was no one around. A note sat on the kitchen bench, it was in her mother's handwriting.

Luke and I have gone out to settle some wedding details.

Hopefully it won't take to long,
Mom.

Clary set the note back down and wondered to the fridge. She felt her stomach rumble, she was starving. She opened the fridge only to be greeted with nothing. There wasn't even a slice of cheese in the fridge it was completely empty, which meant no milk for cereal. Clary sighed and grabbed her keys that were hanging on a hook next to her room. She put on her white sneakers and grabbed a black zip up jacket. She would have to walk to the shop.

Jace

Jace grabbed a handful of daggers and balanced them evenly in his hand. He aimed at the target which was a wooden dummy the size of an average male human. He through the first knife and it missed the target completely, Jace frowned a little in annoyance. He tried again, changing the weight if the knife in his hand slightly, touching it with his fingers. He arched his arm back as if ready to shoot an arrow, then he thrust his arm forward again missing the target. Jace grunted.