AN: Thank you for reading. This story is something that's been nagging at me for awhile, and I wanted to give it a try. This story will likely be very alternate universe and end up with an overpowered/godly Bella at the end. I've got it all outlined, so I'll try to send out chapters with some frequency. Don't forget to review. I'd like to hear some feedback.

Oh, and, also, I'll probably change the title once I get a better feel for everything. I'm not exactly liking it as is.

~Han

He was gone, and I was empty. This was all I could remember for so long, months even. Don't get me wrong. I ate, slept, did homework; I existed during that time, but I only did enough to survive. I couldn't tell you why I never chose the cowards way out- took my own life. Maybe, I was afraid of what came after death, or, maybe I didn't want to hurt my family even more than I already was. It doesn't really matter anymore because I didn't. I'm alive, and, eventually, I moved on as best I could.

My life restarted the day Charlie threatened to ship me back to live with Renee. After that, I vowed to, at least, try- for his sake. I started to visit Jacob on the reservation more. His presence was like a balm for my soul, and, the more time I spent with him, the easier life became. Of course, things weren't exactly perfect. Sometimes, Jacob would say or do something to remind me of… them, and it would be like taking two steps back again. There was a point at which I thought, maybe, this could be my forever. In my mind's eye, I could see it, settling down, raising a family, and growing old here with Jacob, but, every time I set my mind to telling Jacob how I felt, there was something in the way.

After I found out about the pack's little secret, things were both harder and easier. Jacob couldn't always be around anymore, and, especially after they found out about Victoria, I was left to my own devices on the rez. My wanderings ultimately led me to Old Quil's house. The place was simple and weathered, but, inside, it was homely and magical. There was a warmth about it that instantly made you feel comfortable, willing to spill all your secrets at the slightest prompting. It was here that I learned the truth.

"You're an old soul, Isabella." Quil had spoken without any room for argument. "I know you're loathe to admit your desire to have supernatural powers."

"B-but, I don-" His fingers quickly pressed against my lips, keeping me from speaking further.

Quil quirked his head to the side and squinted his eyes a bit, a gesture I'd seen him do whenever he had an idea. "I want you to sit on the living room floor and get comfortable, Isabella. We're going to see if we can't get you to remember some things from your past life. Tell me, have you ever meditated before?"

I nodded, still trying to decide whether Old Quil had gone off the deep end. Following his instructions, I sat on the uncomfortable wooden floor and began the necessary breathing exercises to enter a meditative state.

That day, I learned the smallest tidbit from one of my past lives, and, with that, my life was changed irrevocably.

The day I graduated High School, my father was so proud and happy I was certain that he would burst with it. This was also the day I told him of my plans for the future. I told him that I wanted to move back to Arizona for college, but the bitter truth was that there was nothing left for me here. After Victoria had been destroyed, it hadn't been long until Jacob imprinted on a girl who had been visiting from a nearby reservation. With Edward gone, seemingly forever, there was nothing left for me in Forks except for painful memories.

With that, I moved back to Arizona where I was able to live in Renee's house. The place had been sporadically inhabited for the greater part of two years, so, when I came to live in it, everything needed a thorough cleaning. After only a couple of days, I deemed the place clean and I could finally get to work.

Over the past few months of working with Quil, I'd managed to learn more about one of my past lives. From what I could tell, I'd been part of a travelling band of demon slayers, going door to door killing the supernatural beasts in order to earn a living. This was probably hundreds of years ago, and I was excited to find that, when I tried to concentrate my own energy, like in the new-found memories I too could create weapons and projectiles from my body's own natural energies.

The summer passed, and I was able to hone my new skills out in the desert. Despite the blistering heat, I took hiking trips up Piestewa Peak in order to train my strength and stamina. Then, once I was alone, I would try to train using my energies. I soon found that I had an affinity for using projectiles, favoring a bow and arrows above others, but I knew I shouldn't stop there. Eventually, I was able to create a rudimentary barrier. It wouldn't hold out much for long, but, maybe, it would save my life one day.

Summer passed, and I enrolled in Community College for the fall semester. My parents were graciously paying my living expenses while I was here, allowing me to enjoy free time rather than having to work for the time being. Honestly, I dread the day that the offer ends, but, for now, I wouldn't look in the gift horse's mouth.