The Mortal Instruments: City Of Gold

What if it was all a dream? What if 'The Mortal Instruments' never happened? What if Shadowhunters never existed? Or did they? What if everything had happened at different points in time? Clary, a normal teenage girl has been dreaming of things.. strange things. So what will she do when those dreams become reality? A different take on The Mortal Instruments. Book One; City Of Gold.


2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2. Exhibition

'There was no one there!' Simon said to the read-head as they hurried back towards the hall with the coffees.

'I know what I saw!' Clary exclaimed looking wildly around to see if Jace was following her.

'Maybe you were just imagining it.'

'My imagination is wild but not that wild.'

'Clary don't you think you should tell someone?' Simon pleaded.

'I told you didn't I?' Clary answered.

'That's not what I meant.'

They reached the hall and pushed past workers into the hall. Clary and Simon passed out the coffees.

'Oh, you're back.' Jocelyn said taking one of the drinks and taking a sip.

'How's things going here?' Clary asked.

'Nearly set up, it would be good if you could start hanging paintings.'

'Sure mum.' Clary smiled sweetly.

Jocelyn raised an eyebrow, 'thanks.' She said before turning and heading out the back.

Simon turned to Clary and looked at her through squinted eyes.

'What, I said I was going to make an effort.'

He nodded, 'right, well back to the subject, Clary you have to tell your mum.'

Clary groaned and turned to hang up a painting. It was one of a gold cup with a long stem. A red stone was placed in the middle of the cup.

'This is nice.' Clary said as she hung it on the hook.

'Clary, again you are changing the subject.' Simon pointed out as he came to her side and looked at the painting.

'Well I don't want to tell her.'

'Why not?' He said angrily as he grabbed another painting and went to hang it up.

'I already told you.'

'Fine.' Simon said heading over to the other side of the hall to start setting up that side.

Clary stayed where she was, staring at the cup. It was trigging something in her mind. It seemed so familiar to her, but she couldn't work out why.

'That's the Mortal Cup.' Came a deep voice from behind her.

'Hey Luke.' She said, flashing a smile his way.

'Hey Clary.' He smiled back.

'So, the Mortal Cup, hey?'

'Yes. A very important painting this is.' Luke said.

'Why?' Clary asked, turning to him.

'Luke!' Jocelyn called out to him from across the room.

Clary rolled her eyes.

'Only your mum can answer that question.' He said shrugging and walking over to meet Jocelyn.

Clary sighed and continued working.

The exhibition was set up with various different artists pieces, and Clary had to admit, it had come together quite well. She wandered through the hall looking at all the different items on display. But her eyes kept wandering back to the Mortal Cup. It was something about it that was so intriguing.

She slowly headed back in the direction of her mother's piece when she noticed someone dressed in black standing in front of the picture. The hood of their leather jacket was up so she couldn't see who it was.

She came to stand beside them and looked at the painting.

'My mother painted this.' She said.

'It is nice.' Came back a deep voice. Clearly it was the voice of a male.

'Yeah it is. It is called the Mortal Cup.'

'How do you know that?' the voice asked.

'A friend told me. Though I don't know why it is called that.'

'It is very important to my people.'

'Who are your people?' Clary inquired.

'Clary who are you talking to?' Simon asked as he came up on her other side.

Clary looked at Simon 'Oh just-' she paused as she turned back to point at the person she had been talking to, but soon realised that he were gone. 'Oh.' Was all she could say.

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