The lines have been drawn. People chosen. The other side is so close. They could die here. They probably will. But it doesn't matter. They're all trying to get, to protect, one girl. One, tiny, little girl, hardly a few months old. But that doesn't matter. Both sides are tensing. Practically leaping at each other's throats. There will be blood shed, bodies burned. It's practically unavoidable. Lives lost, many injured, and there will be no triumph. Farewell your loved ones now, for the time has come. You may never embrace them again, never say I love you to them. Now is the time for forgiveness, love, for trivial arguments put aside, for this is the last stand. One side will prevail, but which? The Volturi? The Cullens? That is why we are here. To see victory, to see judgment passed on the wicked.
And all for one, baby girl, Renéesme.
Farewell.
A/N: So I came up with this one while I was listening to The Battle, from the soundtrack of the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. It's supposed to show views from both the Volturi's side and the Cullen's side. Yep, so that's it, please review!