A/N: This will hopefully be a pretty cool story! It's rated M to give me some leeway.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight! I just own a bunch of Twilight merchandise!

It had been three weeks since Grandmother Issa had died. As I sat in our kitchen- well, it was my kitchen now- my heart ached with loneliness…despair…feelings I hadn't felt since my parents had driven off a bridge when I was twelve. Now, thirteen years later, the woman who had raised me through my rebellious teenage years was gone. And all I had left was her final wish.

Flashback:

I sat by her bed in the hospital, her long blonde hair draped over her shoulders. Her skin was pale white, and her breathing was labored. Even though she had lived a long, full life, her skin barely had any wrinkles. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto my dark green ones.

"Gwendolyn," she sighed. "It's almost over."

"No, Grammy, please, no," I cried.

"Hush, darling. You're going to get yourself all worked up. It's the cycle of life: people are born, they live, and they eventually die. You know this."

I nodded, tears streaming down my face.

"Gwen, I want you to promise me something."

"Yes, Grandmother?" I asked, moving closer to her.

She took my hand in her hers. "The quilt we made together when you were seven, the one that you sleep under at night…Follow the pattern."

"Yes, Grandmother, I will."

"And don't forsake what you believe in. It's what is in a person's heart that makes them who they are."

"OK, Grammy," I cried.

"Come here, baby." She smiled and held her arms open.

I hugged her, clinging to her while I sobbed. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Gwendolyn. I'll give your love to your parents."

I buried my face in her hair, breathing in the scent of sandalwood and rose.

A few minutes later she died. Her eyes closed, her breathing stilled, and I was left alone with a memory.

End Flashback

As I wiped the tears from my eyes, reliving one of the most traumatic experiences of my life, I remembered what I had to do. I went into my bedroom and grabbed my quilt. On it were patches that I had made, with my grandmother's help. The stitching on it was done by Grandmother. When I was little, I didn't understand the significance of such a creation that was the Prophecy Quilt.

The Prophecy Quilt is something that all of my kind had done; it was a guide to the events of your life. My first patch showed a sun rising over blue, jagged peaks- my birth in Washington. The next patch showed a river. This one had a double meaning- the death of my parents and the flow of life. The third patch depicted a book with Greek writing. Grandmother had found this patch to be humorous considering I studied and excelled in Latin throughout school rather than Greek. The fourth patch was pure black, except for two light green circles in the middle- my cat Tasha who I got for my sixteenth birthday. The fifth patch was of a wilting rose- Grandmother's death. Roses were her favorite flower, and she always smelled of them. The final patch on the quilt depicted a silhouette of a man- tall, lean, with curly blonde hair. No details, no explanation of who he was. My grandmother had thought it unusual that my quilt was so short, but she never worried.

"Grandmother, what do I do?" I whispered, searching the quilt for something that could lead me to my next event.

"Meow!" Tasha jumped onto my nightstand, and caused something to fall on the floor.

"Clumsy cat," I said, "What did you do?"

She looked at me with her glowing green eyes. Her jet-black tail flicked downwards.

I glanced at the floor and saw my magnifying glass. I picked it up and turned it over in my hands.

"What the hell do I do with this?" I sighed. Then I looked at my quilt. Realization dawned on me. "Grammy, you better be right…"

I studied my quilt with the magnifying glass, and what I saw startled me. The stitching was no ordinary stitching- it was in Latin. Leave it to Isadora Grayson to come up with that!

I quickly translated the phrases surrounding the patches of past events, and found they were just as important, if not more so, than the pictures. I came to the final patch and read it.

"Is quisnam est prognatus of bellum mos servo vos. Lemures of suus preteritus vestigium suus viscus. Caveo frustra pectus pectoris of lupus. Wow, how did I not notice that was there?" I asked Tasha.

She blinked lazily at me and flicked her ears back. That was her way of saying I was stupid.

"Thanks," I said sarcastically. "Now for the translation: He who is born of war will save you. The ghosts of his past mark his flesh. Beware the mistaken heart of the wolf. Totally cryptic. Thanks, Grammy!" I sighed. "But where the hell do I find this dude?"

I put my stuff away and headed for the study. Tasha followed me, her bell jingling with each step.

"You know what I'm going to do, don't ya?" I asked my furry shadow.

In response, Tasha ran ahead of me into the open study, and sat patiently next to the obsidian orb.

I've never had much luck with scrying, but I had to try. Most people in our world used the stereotypical crystal ball, but Grandmother had said that obsidian was more traditional.

I sat on the chair across from it and relaxed. I cleared my mind, and gazed into the blackness of the orb. For a minute nothing happened, but then images began to appear. Tasha jumped off the table and hid under my chair, spooked by the sudden magic in the air. The images came quickly, but I was able to catch each one. A suitcase, a car, a piece of silverware, and the most handsome man I had ever seen- his eyes were golden fire, and they burned right through my soul. Then the images turned more gruesome. There was blood, a battle, and a pain that flooded through my body and caused me to cry out.

I sat for a moment gasping, trying to make sense of what I had seen. A suitcase and car…That means travel…The guy that I had seen could be the same guy on my quilt, and the silverware…What could it mean?

I walked over to the map of Washington state on the far wall of the room. Tasha stood by my side, looking up at it. My fingers danced over the different towns and cities. Then I saw it. The place I had to go.

"Forks," I whispered, and Tasha purred loudly.

A/N: If there are mistakes in the Latin, it's not my fault! It's the website I went to!

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