The Seven Seas

Chapter One: The Legend

By: Maggiles

"There is an ancient legend which warns that, should we ever learn our true origin, our universe will instantly be destroyed."

-Len Wein

Bella

My mother always told me a story, year after year.

Although now, it might be considered more of a legend. Ever since I was born, it seemed that the story of the lost boy was always dear to my heart. It was as if I felt a connection-some otherworldly tie with the tale, as if I was somehow involved. All I know is that long ago, I had received a necklace, an angels wing, from a stranger I had come across in the street. Of course I had never told anyone about it, but I always believed it was the key that connected me to the boy in the tale.

When I was younger, much younger, I used to cry over him.

I would feel bad that he was taken away from home, never seen again.

I would feel bad that he never got to see his parents one last time.

I would feel bad that he was lonely wherever he was.

But that was a long time ago.

It seems that over the years, a person's conception and thoughts of a past feeling is turned around inevitably. For now, I no longer shed tears over the boy who lost it all. I no longer stay up all hours of the night, worrying, worrying if he had enough food to eat on his journey to the unknown.

No....no longer.

Now that I'm seventeen, I've developed different feelings.

Now, I wonder what the boy had done once he got stolen that dark night.

I wonder what he had done to stay alive.

I wonder if he had ever escaped, and if he did, how.

And probably most important of all, I wonder who had kidnapped him.

….Not that it was all to far fetched from reality to believe, which was why it made the tale so interesting. The boy stolen from home was the child of the most aristocratic family in the nation. Taking the boy and asking for a ransom would not be so intriguing.

But the fact that he was never heard from again, never found, never seen....well that's when stories and legends are made.

Some people say he was murdered from men who had come to hate his family.

Some say he was taken and made prisoner in some distant land.

But I don't believe any of it.

Naturally, even though I had come to the resolution that the boy in the story has been dead...maybe for a little under two centuries now, my heart and mind battle with each other every time he comes across my mind.

For you see, my mind tells me that that is all he is.

A legend.

It tells me that thinking too deeply about him, thinking too seriously about his story-well, it's downright foolish....

But that's when my heart takes over.

In my heart, it tells me that the boy in the tale somehow deserves to have a person's tear shed over him. It tells me that the boy and I are somehow, someway not too far apart.

And as crazy as it may seem..... my heart tells me that the boy is still alive.

Hah.

I keep all my thoughts about the boy to myself, and for good reason. Should I ever tell another soul my insane feelings, I would be labeled a fool.

For you see, I am the daughter of Sir Charles Swan, the head chief of royal affairs. He and the royal family have been friends for centuries, which is probably the reason why the tale of the lost boy has been so deeply embedded inside of me-to the point where he has become a sort of obsession, a way to escape the conformed and judgmental role an aristocratic individual was forced to live.

With the lost boy, I could day dream and wonder about his adventures, his experiences, his emotions and whatever else there was to be imagined. In a way, I envied him. Envied his freedom, how all the baggage of life was thrown away and left behind, how he was free to make his own decisions.

But again, that was my fantasy.

Maybe the truth was much darker, more dreadful.

It's said that the lost boy was my age when he had gone missing. He was athletic, witty, intelligent, and the heir to the throne when his father was to pass. Around that time he had fallen in love, with a women who was beneath his social rank. His parents would not allow him to see her, so in secret they had murdered her, keeping her forever out of their son's grasp. Enraged, he swore that he would get revenge, that he would single handily destroy the monarchy and get his true love back. Months passed, and he was discovered missing. His room was torn to shreds and blood was spilled everywhere. Nobody knew what had happened to the boy, but stories upon stories had tried to explain it. His father had sent search party after search party, offered rewards, and anything else he could do to get his son returned, to get any information that would lead to his discovery. Years passed, and there was still no sign of him. His father died shortly, a broken man.

The legend of the tale comes with a single person's eye witness. The person claimed that he saw white beings flying over the trees with a boy in their arms.

Of course after that the man was labeled as insane, shunned from the rest of society with his ludicrous claims, but I am hesitant to turn my back on the tale.

Maybe the man had seen something...something supernatural.

Maybe he wasn't crazy.

Maybe the boy had striked a deal with the spirits, striked a deal to follow through on his threat.

Anyhow, much has changed from the heart breaking tale of the lost boy. What was once a sorrowful moment in history has been turned into a sociable scepticle. The royal family holds a ball every year on the boys missing day, as a party of all things. I had never wanted anything to do with it, but as my fathers daughter I was under obligation to attend. It made my heart sour to see laughing and dancing at an occasion which broke an old mans will years before. In my mind, if there was to be an occasion of any kind, it should have been one of respect and remembrance, not one of farce and satire.

The Ball had always traditionally been a masquerade ball. All guests were to wear some type of mask, to role play the 'supernatural' kidnappers in the legend. And in a way, it was better. At least then I could escape from the horrendous occasion in disguise, and in solitude.

But even though it may sound incredibly ridiculous, maybe even child like, my heart still always raced when I stepped foot into the home where the lost boy had once lived.

For though it may sound insane, in my heart I always hoped that the boy would show up, to see his old home again in the arms of his love, and then to mysteriously leave once again.

Crazy, right?

And the one detail that always made my heart flutter was the sound of his name.

Edward Cullen.

Edward

It seemed to be raining harder then usual, the wind and droplets of water splattering violently against the windows of the small bar. The low mumblings of conversations ensued all throughout the little tamarack, and I had seated myself in a unsuspecting part of the bar, far from the mass body of people around me, yet close enough to overhear even the quietest of whispers.

I had given instruction to my crew to split up and search the city of Westminster inside out, for any leads or information, anything useful they could get their hands on that would help us with our search. The city of Westminster was nothing but a gigantic slum, filled with dirt, disease, harlots, and swindlers. It was definitely the definition of corruption, but because of the lack of laws here it was the perfect hideaway for criminals everywhere.

I could feel that this time around, we would get what we needed to know.

My glass of rum in the moldy cup in front of me lay untouched, my eyes busy scanning the room for suspicious activities. I noticed that I received some peculiar stares from the humans around me, no doubt in a state of wonder at my clean clothes and perfect features.

It was almost laughable, humans were, how easy it was to predict their actions and thoughts, without even the slightest effort on my part.

They were all the same.

Greedy, selfish, sex crazed, and power hungry individuals. The only thing they were good for was hard labor, for information at a laughable price.......and also for the blood in their veins that had the power to sustain life for my kind.

For you see, my crew and I were no ordinary mortals, no ordinary beings roaming the earth.

My kind were different, more elite, more feared.

We were vampires.

We were the nightmares of human society, yet the angels they pray for in their churches.

We were the demons they so feared, yet the gods they believed in so much.

We had the power to take away in disguise as giving.

We were the most despised, yet the most respected creatures in creation.

We were immortal.

And yet it is even more laughable, even more unbelievable that the object my crew and I were looking for was not one of making my kind even more superior, but one of making us the most vulnerable things on the planet.

Humans.

Why, you might ask, would we ever want to change our perfection for the very creatures we despised? Why would the lion ever want to become the lamb?

The answer is simple, really.

We wanted to get our humanity back.

All of us, every member of my crew, all vampires everywhere, had started off as a human. As a weak, simple minded, warm fleshed human.

And by one way or another, our humanity got stolen from us, taken away blindly and unwillingly, until we became what we are, the very things we despised in our previous lives.

I can't even remember what it felt like to breathe, to really breathe, to feel the heart inside of my chest throb with the life that I had lost so long ago. How did it feel to have soft flesh, to have your own blood pumping in you, to know that despite being so defenseless, everything you had was all your own? How does it feel to have emotions-however silly they are-to feel anger, sadness, happiness...and even love?

We have all forgotten, and most of our kind have put their past behind them, have thrown away their identity completely for this new one.

But that's why we were different.

My crew is willing to throw away their power, to throw away their strength and wisdom to become what we were all once, to become a mortal once again.

And the only way we can ever accomplish that, the only way our insane dream can become a reality is if we gained possession of the elemental jewel.

Our legends say that millenniums ago, the first vampire was a human who wanted to become immortal. He made a deal with the gods, and in exchange, his heart got taken from his body and lost somewhere in the world. Inside his heart, contained all the humanity he had possessed. If one could find that jewel, if one could grasp it in their hands, the humanity inside that jewel would become a reality once again.

And that is how my crew and I became to be. Although we were pirates in nature, we preferred being called marauders. We did steal, but for enjoyment. We did not kill unless necessary, and we had made a pact long ago that if we were to really to become what we wished to be, then it was vital that we did not engage in the drinking of human blood.

Although there have been a few mistakes here and there, we avoided it whenever it was possible. That's what made us different from the rest of our kind, the key factor that labeled us contrary to vampire myths.

But do not get the impression that we were the only ones in the vampire world that had the same system. There was one other group of vampires that had our same belief. They were a tribe far north, and we came in contact with them from time to time.

But we could not be too friendly.

They had the same goal as us.

And do not be mistaken. Yes, the elemental jewel could be used to make one human, but it also had a darker purpose. If one were to use it for other intentions, the holder could very much destroy the world. Thousands of vampires around the globe have searched for it, yet it has never been found. It is the prize of the game that vampires everywhere have played, yet no one has won.

But we will be different.

My crew and I have discovered a lost truth, a piece of vital information that has been buried for millenniums to date....

The only person that can recover the jewel is a human.

And the only human that can do it must be related to the human that became the first of our kind.

Now, I know what everybody must be thinking.

That's far too vast a category! There are billions of humans roaming the earth, how is it possible you can find the ONE human who is capable of such a prestigious position?

Well, well.....when you have gotten all the information written down, you can start marking off the general audience.

The mortal in question is a mortal of aristocratic descant.

That piece of information has already crossed off 99% of mortals everywhere. There was only one problem left to solve, the only obstacle that had to be overcome for us to finally reach our goal.

Who would that human be?

"Edward!"

My eyes flashed to the source of the noise, and in my vision filled Emmet, my second in command. He was rather large, a bit hairy, but his smile and open personality made him my brother in any sense. I was about to wave him over to my table, but then Jasper, another brother of mine, entered the tamarack, looking my way.

"What are two doing here?" I asked, my voice low and irritated.

I watched as the whole bar had gotten noticeably quieter as the two walked over and took their seats beside me. "Did I not instruct you to search around Mulberry street? I'm sure you could have found something of value there."

Emmet sneered. "What? Make us look around that dump when you're sittin' here havin' a drink? Nice try, brother."

Before I could respond, Emmet raised his hand to a waitress yelling, "Two pints of rum, and make em' fast!"

At this point in time, all eyes in the bar were on us, and I had to try very hard not to attack Emmet and strangle his neck.

"The reason why I came in here alone," I whispered, my tone acidic, "Was to not gain any unnecessary attention. But once again, you have decided to ignore my caution and proceed with your own plans anyhow."

My gaze was glued on Emmet as he smiled sheepishly, no doubt trying to sooth me over. But this was not new to me. Emmet had this undesirable habit of not thinking about his actions. It seemed that if I told him to do one thing, he would do it a competency different way.

…...Yet it was Emmet's integrity and brute strength that were powerful assets, which was why I had chosen him to be my second in command.

After silently apologizing, Emmet proceeded to elbow Jasper, whispering, "Hey, Jas, hurry up and make with the calm."

My gaze then turned to my brother Jasper, who sighed and gave Emmet a look of pure annoyance. I couldn't help but agree with his reaction. Wherever Emmet went, I always had Jasper to follow. It was situations like these that I knew Jasper was of the utmost importance to have along.

Jasper was a good sized man, with white blond hair and skin. He had been the second member to join my crew, back when it had consisted of nothing but Emmet and myself. Jasper had an impressive experience as a general in military affairs, and he was the main person I discussed tactile matters with.

Jasper looked at me. "I tried to make him stay with the mission, but the next thing I knew, he was gone."

I frowned, glaring at Emmet."Well, there's not much we can do about it now, can we?" I muttered, "A wave of calmness right now would be very much appreciated, Jasper. I assume Emmet agrees."

"Here, here." was Emmet's clever reply.

Sighing, Jasper smoothed his hair back. "Very well."

The process of changing atmosphere was a solely unique gift bestowed only upon Jasper. With the blink of an eye he had the power to make a room of men into a riot, or a violent rebellion into a peaceful affair.

But it was not only Jasper who had abilities beyond mortal recognition. All vampires everywhere had a power, an ability that went beyond mortal means.

For instance, my power is that of mind reading.

Any person within a thirty mile radius, their thoughts were not only their secrets. It was a perfectly, stupendously, useful ability, one that I admit has gotten me many things throughout my second life. It was the sole reason why I was able to pick a crew that I knew was one of true intentions.

On the other hand, it was also a pain in my neck. Dozens, even hundreds of spineless thoughts would make their way into my mind, driving me to the brink of insanity. It had taken many years of obedience and practice to be able to tune them out of my head, although I will admit, there are still a few mistakes that arise.

Emmet's ability is sheer strength, a strength that is even 100 times stronger then that of a normal vampire. He is able to destroy an entire building with one soft touch of his finger. But as you can imagine, it had taken countless of years for him and I to be able to control that strength, but I have to admit that he had become a master of control, at least as far as his power went.

Closing his eyes, Jasper's grip on the table tightened, and it literally felt as if a blanket of feathers had fallen upon every person in the room. The awkward silence that filled the bar previously had altogether vanished, and soon enough, normal talk and obliviousness ensued thought the tamarack. I exhaled.

"Brilliantly done, brother." I said, adjusting my seat, "Now may we get down to business?"

"Yes," Emmet said, suddenly serious, "Let's get on with it. You've got any news, Edward?"

Emmet and Jasper watched me in anticipation, probably expecting to hear some marvelous news. I frowned. "I have found nothing, yet," I muttered, my eyes looking back and forth inside the bar, "But I can feel that if we stay in this dreadful tamarack a bit longer, we will come across gold."

Jasper and Emmet didn't say anything after that, just sat in their chairs watching the place alongside me. However, our careful observations got interrupted as a waitress arrived at our table, in her hands two pints of rum.

"Here you go, handsome." she breathed, drinking the three of us in, "And it's on the house."

Emmet threw her a smile, and I winced as I heard her screams and shrieks inside of my mind. My lips pursed together as I gave Emmet a furious glance.

"Woops," he said, patting me on the back, "Sorry."

I heard Jasper exhale, and I couldn't keep myself from asking the obvious question.

"Emmet..." I said, my voice impatient and irritated, "Why in the world would you order two drinks when you can't even drink them?"

I didn't want to listen to his excuse, but he tried to defend his actions. "You have one yourself." he pointed out, gesturing to my drink, "And if we're gonna' blend in here, we might as well look the part."

"Now you want to fit in?" Jasper hissed, exasperated, "Sometimes I don't understand why Edward let's you off the ship."

"I'm trying to figure that out myself." I muttered bitterly, re-focusing my attention on our surroundings. Emmet didn't say anything more, and that was for the better. I needed to make sure that this time around, we would get the information that we needed.

"And where are the rest of the crew?" I asked, keeping my attention on a group of men playing cards, "Have they excused my orders as well?"

Emmet didn't say anything, but Jasper cut in. "No. Before coming arriving here we saw the rest of them. I told them to keep searching around Chrissen, and I asked if they came across anything interesting. They said they didn't, but I can feel that there's something here."

My eyes cast downward in thought, for I refused to leave the tamarack until I came across something tangible, something I could use to my benefit to help us along our journey. Our crew had already wasted enough years exploring...it was about time we came across the next clue.

"So....where are you boys headin?"

My eyes jerked upwards, attention suddenly caught by the unexpected question. In a second my eyes caught a glimpse of the waitress from earlier, her stale teeth flashing before us. If I didn't have control over myself, I wouldn't have been able to keep from rolling my eyes.

Sometimes it was hard for me not to just kill an annoying, persistent mortal.

"No where you would probably know." I replied, as politely as I could, "But thank you for your inquiry."

Jasper gave an encouraging nod, Emmet, a small smile. I mentally winced. I knew how hard it was for them when a human got too close. I could feel their bodies tense, ready for any immediate action. If the mortals were to touch us unexpectedly....well....I couldn't ensure their safety.

But then again they should know better.

Touching another person is dreadfully rude.

"You guys sure do look mighty fancy."

The waitress was leaning over our table at this point, her breath reeking of alcohol. I almost turned around in disgust. Humans were horribly disgusting creatures, and I tried to stay away from the lot of them whenever I had the chance. Unfortunately, fate had not dealt me a favorable card.

"Thank you, ma'am." I soothed, my expression one of courtesy, "My friends and I are not from this area, I'm afraid. And we will not be here for much longer."

"What a shame."

The waitress looked very disappointed-quite angry also. I could tell Jasper and Emmet grew inpatient of her presence, their looks one of contempment and displeasure. One look into her mind did not help her cause in anyway either: It was filled with pornographic fantasies about the three of us, and thoughts that I would rather choose to ignore.

Why was it, I thought, that all humans were controlled not by their mind, but by their unbelievably chaotic hormones? It seemed that instant sexual gratification was something that was expected, not earned.

But then again....mortals did live for a ridiculously short period of time. If they did not get pleasure now, they would be dead the next week.

However, my attitude towards them would not change for some mere pity.

"If you don't mind, madam," I said again, attempting to get her out of my way, "But my friends and I would rather like to be alone. Your presence is one of utmost annoyance and usually, madam, I am the first to offer up some sort of conversation, but I find you, at this time, an incredible nuisance. If you would-and I know that you do-like some lover of a sort, there are many other willing participants around you. But as for us, your departure would bring us an unmeasurable amount of joy."

I could tell that it took some time for the woman to register my words, but when she did, it was obvious she was not pleased. The shock on the humans face was one of humiliation, but I didn't feel the need to apologize. It was a rather bad time for her to barge into our conversation...she was lucky I felt the need to protect her.

Jasper and Emmet would have not been so generous. Her face turned red.

"How dare you?" she spat, her eye furrowing together, "And you call yourselves gentlemen, eh?"

"Madam," I sighed, " The sheer fact that you are still standing is proof that we are."

"The nerve of you three!....bargin into this place dressed like the kings of Spain!"-she gestured to our clothing, which I had to admit was a little over the top for a dump like this- "And don't think that I don't know what you guys are really lookin' fer!"

Even though I know it was rather silly, I couldn't stop myself from tensing on the spot, my eyes ignited with fire. Was it possible she knew....?

"There's no doubt yer goin' to that fancy ball in London! All of them rich aristocratic scum bags are gonna be there."

I felt Emmet about to stand up and take action, but immediately I had placed my hand on his knee and made him sit still. My eyes quickly looked over to Jasper, and I knew that he had come to the same surprising conclusion as I had.

The same surprisingly stupendously sweet conclusion as I had.

I cleared my throat. "A ball?" I asked, my voice suddenly sweet and gentle, "Why, madam, what ball are you speaking of?"

My eyes locked on hers, and I could see the rage in her face changing into a look of wonder and dalliance. I mentally praised Jasper, who had put to use his power once again. She was now putty in my hands.

"The ball held every year." she breathed, excited, "At the Lamherst Mansion...."

I waited, eager to hear more. This was the answer we had been waiting for! The lead that was sure to help us on our way. If all the aristocrats of London were to be at the same place for one night, why, that would save us scores of time and effort. All we would have to do snatch the right human, the right mortal who would accompany us on our journey. I could not believe our good fortune.

"It's held once every year....a masquerade ball. It's suppose' to be a tribute or somthin to the lost boy."

The lost boy?

I felt the fluids drain from my face, and what I once felt as joy and luck instantly filled with bitterness and hate.

The lost boy.

I felt Emmet and Jasper's eyes on me, no doubt in a state of uneasiness, anticipating my reaction. I took a deep breath.

"The lost boy, you say?" I resumed, my eyes dancing, "And what, my dear lady, is this lost boy anyhow?"

The waitress couldn't stop smiling, probably not believing her luck as to actually catching my interest.
"It's a ball about that kid who got stolen' over centuries ago, I've heard." she rattled on, spilling her guts, "I think his name was Ednerd Mullen or somthin of the sort. Legend says he'll return from the dead and take revenge on the people who killed his lover.....awful if you ask me. And downright gibelike..."

The mortal continued to talk, but my eyes became downcast, my endless supply of patience seeming to run out. I was getting sick of mortal mentality and made up sentiments. If only they knew how lucky they were, how precious the gift of humanity and life really was.

It made me sick inside to see them waste it so.

"Disrespectful, you say?" I asked, idly yet coldly, "Do you really think that, madam, or are you just trying to sound wholesome to ignite some sort of sympathy from the three of us?"

My grip on the glass of rum tightened, my word dripping with acid.

I heard Jasper clear his throat, while Emmet tapped his fingers along the table's edge. I couldn't care less about their individual feelings about the matter, and truthfully I didn't give a damn about the mortals response either.

It was more of a statement then a question, but of course the human woman could not grasp onto that concept.

My comment seemed to catch her off guard, for she stuttered a few times before spitting out an answer. "Of-of course I mean it!" she defended, a little red, " A dead kid ain't notin' to be dancin' about, if you ask me. Even down ere' in Westminster we got some respect."

A few seconds of silence passed, the women looking postiveley frightened and abashed, probably ready to kill herself is I said she had upset me. My eyes traveled to the bar, where a group of women tried to catch my eye, where a group of men tried to mentally rip me apart. I could already tell from the many thoughts around me that I would not get any more useful information by staying here.

My eyes flickered over to Jasper and Emmet, their conservative stares waiting for my plan of action. Not taking my gaze off of them, I promptly reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a small bag full of coins. I tossed it on the table, and it made an audible thug upon contact. The waitress's eyes widened in astonishment, and I could feel the stares of a few tables around us.

"I'm sure this will do for our drinks." I muttered quietly, "And one last question before we take our leave, madam, if you don't mind."

The woman had her eyes on the bag of money greedily, hungrily, that for a second I thought she had not heard my question. But finally she had looked up, star eyed. "Of course." she rambled, "Anythin."

I hesitated for a few seconds, wondering how valid her information would be.

After coming to the conclusion that I had nothing else to turn to, I forced a smile, trying to sound humane. "When is this ball to be taken place?" I asked, my eyes questioning, "Soon, I hope?"

"In two days time." she breathed, taken back by my intense gaze, " It's the anniversary of his disappearance.... But I warn you, yer goin' to need an invitation."

I almost chuckled.

Tipping my hat towards her, I smiled. "Thank you madam." I gestured to the bag of money, " You have been of the utmost help to us, I'm sure my friends would agree."

I turned to Jasper and Emmet who gave an encouraging nod. "Yes, most useful." Emmet muttered, giving a little bow.

"But I am afraid we must bid you a dolourous farewell, for we are running horribly late for the engagement. Good day."

"Go...good day."

Without a second glance I had gotten up and walked through the tamarack, exiting out of the door and into a downpour of rain.

Ignoring it completely I continued to walk down the muddy roads, back to my ship where I could finally get back to our mission.

Our mission that would finally become a reality.

Jasper and Emmet hurried to keep pace with me, our faces down and nonlooking at any passerbyers. The hard rain pelted at our bodies, drenching our clothes and hair, but we had developed zero tolerance for the elements long ago.

"Edward-" Jasper tried to cut in while attempting to keep by my side, "I can understand if you can't follow through on this task....it's not-"

"Do not be ridiculous." I hissed, the venom that had been building up inside of me finally unleashed, "My past is my past, and if it is standing in the way of my goal then so be it. I will crush it once again, and this time, mark my words, it will be the end."

"Are you sure about this, brother?" Emmet breathed, his voice thick with apprehension, "Personally I don't think it's-"

"Enough of this!"

I had stopped walking, Jasper and Emmet following pursuit. I felt my fangs unleash, my eyes turning blacker then the dark sky above us. My body was trembling, a strange mix of rage and excitement coursing through my body, giving me a natural state of ecstasy. I could barley control myself from destroying this town, from turning around and destroying my very brothers.

I knew Jasper and Emmet were more then aware I was capable of doing exactly that.

Trying to console me, to comfort me....it was laughable.

I was the oldest one of my crew and the only one with an aristocratic past. I had been the one to start my ship, and they all knew I was the most dangerous being of them all.

I had more power and more intelligence then I should have.

I could torture a creature-vampire or human-without even laying a finger on them. I could destroy a nation, a world if I felt the need to.

And I was more then capable of destroying the people who made me into the monster I'd become.

Jasper and Emmet stood in front of me, silent.

It was not in their place to talk to me in such a manner, for they knew I was their superior, their better, their leader. All these years I had allowed them their freedom, but it was about time to put them back in their places.

"Remember yourselves." I whispered, my voice acrid, quiet, "And listen to my instructions: If you fail me again, then I will not be so forgiving, for I feel I have been very lenient thus far, but not anymore. We WILL go to that ball, and we WILL get what we are looking for.....all before the new moon takes cycle....I'm sure you understand why that is important."

The rain was splattering against us, my hair soaked along with every other part of me. "And besides." I smiled, looking at the clouds dripping with tears, "I say it's about time I visit my old home again. About time I make the legend come true..... I hope you gentlemen have got some decent attire to wear: We are going to attend my homecoming ball."

Author's Note: Hey guys! Here's my new story, and I'm excited to launch it. I had to revise Edward's part about 4 times, and it took me forever to get it alright. Hope you enjoy, and please please review, if you want me to update that is.