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.


1. Chapter 1



Jace's strong arms wrapped around Clary's waist as she leant into him, holding him tight, never wanting to let go. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, allowing herself to be lost in her thoughts as he held her tight. She loved him. That was all she could think of. She breathed in his scent of pure heaven and nuzzled her nose against his collarbone.


'Yes, Jace?'

'I want it to be like this forever.'

Chapter 1. A Dream?

'Clary? Clary!'

Clary's eyes fluttered open as her dream slipped further and further away from her and she suddenly became conscious to what was going on around her. She looked up into the familiar face of her mother and re-closed her eyes.

'What Mum?' she groaned as she rolled over and pulled the rugs up around her face.

'You're meant to be helping me set up the Art exhibition for tonight.' Jocelyn said pulling the rugs back from her face.

'Mum it is seven in the morning.' She groaned again and pulled the rugs back to her face.

'No, actually it is eleven thirty.' Her mother said angrily.

Clary opened one eye and peered at the clock, then closed it again.

'So it is.'

'Don't be smart with me Clary. I want you up and ready to go in twenty minutes.' Jocelyn said sternly.

'Yeah okay.' Clary replied not moving an inch.

Her mother turned on her heal and headed for the door.

'You know how important this is to me, Clary.' She said before leaving the room.

Clary sighed and rolled over onto her back. She gazed up at the ceiling, thinking about her dream. She had been having them for a while now; always about this once strange blond boy; always named Jace. There were other people too, some good and some bad, and some that she knew. She couldn't piece it all together; it was like one big story split up into heaps of short dreams. It didn't bother her though, she quite liked these dreams. She quite liked Jace. What she didn't like was being woken up from her dreams.

Grumbling angrily to herself, she rose to a sitting position and slumped on the side of her bed, looking over at her closet, contemplating what to dress herself in today.

She really couldn't be bothered to do anything. It was a Saturday. Who does things on a Saturday?

With a moan she stood and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

Clary was ready at exactly twelve o'clock. Jocelyn had gotten angry at her again for taking so long and had left, telling her that she can walk to the hall where the exhibition was being held.

Of course Clary called up Simon and asked him to come with her so she wouldn't be bored to death by cleaning and hanging up paintings all day. Simon, being Clary's best friend, didn't refuse. He met her at the corner of her road and the two walked along the streets to the hall.

'I had another dream last night.' Clary told Simon as they passed through the park.

He raised an eyebrow, 'Again? What this time?'

'Just a Jace one. None of the other stuff.' She replied, kicking a pebble across the grass.

'Well I guess that's not so bad.' Simon said. 'It's still weird though.'

'How?' Clary asked, watching as a dog raced past after his ball. Or her ball, she wasn't sure.

'You have been dreaming of this… this world for the past month; always the same things and people. That's not normal.' He said as they watched the dog fetch the ball and come running back across their path.

'I know, I know. I don't know what to do about it though.' She sighed.

'Have you told your mum?' Simon asked.

'No way! She would never understand.'

'How do you know that?' He questioned her, putting his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

'I just know okay.' Clary said.

The two fell silent for a minute.

'You've got to stop fighting with her, Clary. She's your mother.' Simon finally said.

She glared at him, 'She drives me crazy.'

'I know she does. My mum drives me crazy too, but she is just trying to do what's best for you.'

Clary exhaled loudly, 'I know. I'll try.'

Silence once again fell among the two as the watched the dog run back and forth collecting the ball for its master.

'I still can't believe you dreamt of me as a Vampire. How ridiculous.'

Clary punched Simon's arm lightly, 'Shut up.'

They looked at each other... and burst out laughing.

'It is pretty ridiculous, isn't it?' Clary giggled.


They reached the hall at twelve thirty and headed around the back to find Jocelyn.

'Oh, good to see you showed up.' Clary's mother said as the two entered through the door.

'I'm sorry okay mum, I was just tired.' Clary snapped.

'And I'm just here for the free food.' Simon said.

Jocelyn and Clary turned and looked at him.

'My mouth is shut.' He said, pretending to zip his lips shut.

'Well you can both start by cleaning the frames over there,' Jocelyn said pointing at the pile of assorted frames near the kitchen, 'and then you can put the paintings in them.'

'We're on it.' Simon said taking Clary's arm and dragging her over to the kitchen before she could snap at her mother again.

'I thought your mouth was shut.'

'And I thought you were going to try to make an effort with your mother.' Simon said.

Clary stared at him then squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying to block everything out. 'Yeah okay. I'll try.'

'You mean it this time?' Simon nudged her lightly on the arm.

She nodded.

'Good. Let's get to work.'

They spent the next hour cleaning and sorting out the frames and paintings, until, finally the job was done. Jocelyn asked the two to head out and do a quick coffee run for everyone still working to set up the exhibition.

'Okay, so, tell me again what my vampire powers were?' Simon asked, laughing lightly as they stood waiting for their coffee's to be made.

'Well they called you Daylighter or something. You could go out in the sun even though you were a vampire.'

'Wow… I um, didn't sparkle did I?'

Clary hesitated, and winked at him.

'No, no, no please don't tell me I'm the next Edward Cullen.'

'God, no! Not the next Edward Cullen, more like the next-'

Clary's eye's suddenly widened as she caught a glimpse of something through the window of the coffee shop.

'What? Clary, what is it?' He asked turning and straining his eyes to try and see what she was staring at.

'It's him.' She managed to say.

'Who? I don't see anyone.' He said, worry clearly coming through in his voice.

Her voice dropped to a whisper, 'Jace.'

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