Warning(s): Rated T+ (Pending). Possibilities; Violence. Mild Language. Sexual Content and/or References. Hurt. Angst. Love.

Disclaimer: This warning shall only be placed on the first chapter to any and all stories posted. "Not my Sandbox, Just my Sandcastle." Twilight belongs to S. Meyer.

I do not and have never had a beta; but if you're interested please PM me… Maybe possibly explain the rules that go with that too.

I'd like to thank my sister from another mister Tarnisis (whom I read the story aloud to via phone) and my cousin Christopher (whom I thrusted my handwritten journal to while he was sick/and who's also acting like my editor) for encouraging my writing, as well as for keeping a simplistic eye to any detail they feel is needed.

Without further ado, I present to you my latest work: A New Beginning, A Carlisle Cullen FanFic.

Prologue: Road to Recovery

Life never goes according to plan. Not even a promise of eternity can hold up against what Fate has in stored. Unfortunately, tragedy can affect the living just as easily as the dead. No future is ever safe. No happiness is ever guaranteed. When malady strikes, no one soul, saved or condemned, is spared from mourning.

As subjective as visions of the future can be, certain decisions or events cannot be helped or stopped. There are forces outside of nature that can not be explained. There are forces outside of even the supernatural that can not be controlled; and, some of these outcomes can either be for better or worse.

Alice's honey eyes were glazed over as events unfolded before her mind. A marvelous gasp of astonishment escaped her lips, her be clear eyes quickly meeting those of her brother, Edward. A smile of disbelief graced her no longer sullen features as Edward returned the sentiment.

"What is it?" Her husband, Jasper, asked as he lightly squeezed her hand. It has been close to five years since he felt any emotion of hope ever cross the Cullen house. Whatever it was Alice saw, he would cling to that strand, for the beacon it stood for was beyond words.

Alice's knowing gaze fell over Jasper's, their hope reflected in each other as a watery smile splashed over her delicate lips. "She's coming," she spoke cryptically. "She's finally coming."

Commotion from the downstairs living room, a crash of video game controllers hitting tile and furniture being overturned, was heard before Emmett's larger form barged into Carlisle's study. Rosalie soon followed at a more leisure pace but still with anticipation. All the Cullen children gathered together for the first time in almost five years.

"You're sure?" Emmett's usual playful banter and easy going jokes were not, and had not been present as he stare at Alice. With a small nod from his sister, he let out his first joyous 'whoop' as he gathered her in his arms and swung her around… And her magical, musical and whimsical laugh filled the room with something more than hope. It was the rekindling of love in a household that had lost and suffered. It was the first of many steps that would be taken toward the road to recovery.

Please R&R. Much Love~