AN: This is my first FanFicton.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I own everything that doesn't belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Prologue
A young girl stood in the back of the room where she watched as they burned her mother at the stake. She knew if she moved from her hiding place that she would be captured and most certainly put to death. Watching the fire consume her mother was more than she could take. It took everything in her power not to attack with the all the power she had. But being only half the witch her mother was wouldn't do anything to the skilled wizards. She couldn't help but sob as the fire began to die. The cloaked figures turned look directly at her, though she could not see their faces.
This is it. I'm going to die, she thought when they grabbed her roughly by the arms. Then a blast of blue light filled the room. A man and a woman seemed to appear from the light. They were dressed in cloaks as well but theirs were the darkest shade of blue she had ever seen. They both had black hair with piercing blue eyes.
"Let the girl go," said the man said.
The men who held her tighten their grip on her arms. She cried out in pain. One of the men laughed. "Now, why would we do that?"
The woman looked at the man she arrived with as if to ask if she could intervene now. He nodded his head. She lifted her hand and looked directly at the cloaked figures. A purple lightning bolt shot out of her hand and into the cloaked figures. They fell to the floor in an instant.
The girl, who was still in shock from the death of her mother, was now even more scared than before. The man keeled in front of her and offered his hand. "My name is Charlie Swan and this is Renee Swan. We are here to take you some where safe."
She nodded her head and took the hand of his and Renee. Renee waved her hand in front of them and a portal appeared. They stepped though it and entered a room. The girl looked at the boy that looked around her age that stood in the middle of the room.
"Hi, I'm Blake," he said with a slight smile.