"Miss Rose!" I hear a lady's voice calling my name

"Not yet..." I murmur, burying myself in the blankets. It's so cozy, like sleeping on a cloud in a bright blue sky. I've never felt more comfortable in my bed before. Wait. My eyes flutter open, and I realize that I am most definitely not in my bed. I scream and fling the blankets off of me. As I do so, I realize that I'm still in the clothes that I was wearing yesterday. There's another girl in my room, standing by the door. She looks a few years older than me and has dark hair and green eyes. A white scar runs through her face, and as she stares at in confusion, it's stands out as if someone drew it. I recognize her immediately. She's Sophie Collins.

"Hello Miss Collins." I say with a weak smile. I'm shaking all over. Why can't I wake up from this dream? I notice a scratch running down my arm, and realize that I must have cut myself on the shards of the vase that I broke the day before.

"Pardon me Miss Rose, but have we met before?" Sophie asks, obviously confused about how I know her name. I have to stop doing that. I have to pretend like I have never met these people before.

"Miss Lovelace told me your name." I improvise quickly. I'm not ready to admit that I have a book that tells me all about these people. One, I would be quite creeped out if someone told me that, and two, I'm not sure how the Clave would take it. Charlotte would have to tell them of course, and who knows what awful things they will do to me when they find out. If they find out.

"Of course." Sophie replies with a smile.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"It's about seven in the afternoon." She replies. "Charlotte said to let you sleep." I yawn and climb out of bed. I move to draw back the curtains, but Sophie gasps.

"Oh, no, Miss Rose!" She exclaims, appearing horrified at the thought of me opening my own curtains.

"Um-." I'm cut off as Sophie rushes past me to open the curtains. As the sun streams in, I lift my hand to shield my eyes from the bright sunlight. Ever since I was a child I've had sensitive eyes.

"Oh!" Sophie says, seeing my reaction. "Should I close them, Miss Rose?" She asks, concern written across her face. I slowly pull my hand away from my face and smile.

"Oh, it's fine." I say and laugh. "Please, call me Aurelia. It's weird to have everyone address me as if I'm someone important or famous." I explain, while kneeling down next to my luggage, looking for something to change into. I pull out a pale blue top, white jeans, that I had been saving for Hawaii. I quickly glance over at Sophie, but she's busy dusting a lamp. I notice one of those pull out wall things that they always have at hospitals for people to change behind, and go stand on the other side of it. I quickly change into the clothes, and walk out. I grab my hairbrush, and walk over to a mirror. It only takes me a few minutes to brush my hair, since my hair doesn't tangle very easily. I bend down and pull on my combat boots. I am about to leave the room, when I hear Sophie call my name. I turn.

"Miss-, I mean, Aurelia, what...what are you wearing?" She asks, looking at my clothes. Oh, right. I suppose I must look pretty odd to her. Girls here always wear dresses.

"Where I'm from this is perfectly normal." I say, and she looks surprised. I laugh, and she smiles.

"Everyone is in the dining hall." She says, walking out of the room. I follow her, taking in everything. This place is magnificent, ten times better than I imagined it. I go down a flight of stairs, and towards a large set of doors. Sophie opens own for me and I pause, momentarily surprised. I'm from New York, and absolutely no one there will ever open a door for you. You're lucky if someone doesn't slam one in your face. Everyone inside the dining room turns to stare at me. I see Charlotte, Jessamine, and I man who I assume is Henry Branwell sitting around a large table. Charlotte opens her mouth to say something, when a man rushes by me.

"Demons...Will...Jem...outside..." He's breathing heavily, as if he ran a great distance. When I hear this, I, being the idiot that I am, run. I remember passing the main door on my way to the dining hall. As I run, I notice the weapons room. There's a bunch of pointy swords that I would probably stay myself with, but then I notice something else. A silver bow and a matching quiver full of arrows rests against the wall. My mother has been forcing me to take archery since I was six, and now, a bow feels more natural than anything in my hands. I grab it, and run to the door. I hear Charlotte running behind, calling my name. I fling the one grand doors open and my breath catches in my chest. Will is fighting off a demon. A demon. An actual, real demon. When I see it, I realize that coming out here might have been a mistake. This isn't some game where I can play hero. This is real danger. Then I see something else. Jem is lying on the steps leading up to the Institute, looking very sick. And there's another demon, coming towards him. I pick up the bow and quickly notch an arrow in it. I focus very hard on the demon, and release the arrow, praying that ten years of archery practice won't go to waste when I need it most. It hits the beast, and it looks at me. Oh crap. But then I look down at Jem again. He's absolutely beautiful, even better than I imagined him. And I imagined him perfect. I feel a surge of determination. All right. I want to play hero? Here's my chance. I notch another arrow, firing. I go down the steps, moving closer to it. The arrow hits it's mark, and the demon howls in pain. It lunges for me, and I dive out of the way, rolling in what I hoped was a graceful way across the steps. Charlotte, who is standing in the doorway, cries my name and runs towards me. But a third demon blocks her path. What the heck? Do these things just keep appearing out of no where? Because it's staring to get annoying. By this point, I've accepted the fact that I've gone crazy. I'm lying on the steps now, and my quiver has fallen a few feet away. I roll down the steps, and grab an arrow. This time, I can tell it was definitely not graceful. People fighting in movies always look so perfect. I have a feeling that I look like a baby panda who doesn't know how to walk yet. I quickly out the arrow in my bow as the demon scrambles towards me. I shoot, and to my surprise, the demon explodes when the arrow hits it. A black pile of ash is all that is left of it. I lie on my back, breathing heavily. Then I remember Jem. My legs seemed to have stopped working, and when I try to stand up I fall. I crawl over to him, and he watches me carefully. I should probably say something. I should probably ask if he's okay. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I'm pretty sure I'm in shock. I feel something coming towards me, but I don't have the strength to move. Thank goodness it's just Will. He runs towards Jem and I and kneels next to us.

"Are you sure that you're not a Shadowhunter?" He asks and I almost laugh.

"Is...is he..." I gesture to Jem. Will holds Jem carefully.

"He will be fine." Will says, but there's something in his voice that I notice. Something unhappy. I stand up shakily, and Will picks up Jem. Charlotte runs to us as well, and I'm desperately hoping that all the demons are home. She looks down at me, a mix of emotions on her face.

"I think we need to talk." She says.