Opening Note: Hello and welcome to my first Twilight fanfic story. I'm honored that you've come inside and decided to take a peek; but there's a few things I have to address before the start of the prelude. The first thing is that I'll admit that I'm not the biggest Twilight fan in the world -- but I absolutely adore the wolf pack because, what's there not to love about them? They're just amazing and because of my love I decided to write this Embry Call story for one main reason. It appears that Embry is the only one that hasn't imprinted.

Now I could be wrong -- and if I'm am than I would like you to correct me, but if I'm not then there's no harm done. It's hard to alter the plot around sometimes for me when the author of a book has put someone with a character of their making. But that's not to say that that's the only reason why I chose Embry, though. He's my favorite out of all of them and the fact that he did not imprint was just an added bonus. I've only read the first and second book of the series so any and all contribution of information for him would be greatly appreciated! The extra information I'm getting on him will be coming from probably Wikipedia or some other website; but if you know of any good one's then please let me know! This story will take place throughout the whole saga of Twilight but I'll need information on Breaking Dawn and Eclipse when the time comes for the plot to take place throughout that...

Also, this story will either be updated every two weeks or once a month. This is mainly for my own comfort because a week can go by pretty fast for an authoress and I don't want to have to rush out an update. Then, there's also the fact that I need to find a Beta for myself. But other than that, I think this is about it. I hope you enjoy this prelude!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the song 'Leave Out All The Rest' by Linkin Park. The only thing that is mine is the contribution to the plot and the OC's that I've made.

The Reminiscence of a Dream's Reality

Prelude

I never remembered what I dreamed about.

Whilst most people were able to recall their weirdest and sweetest of thoughts after they had woken up from a night of slumber -- I was only ever able to see a blank page. Nothing was ever written on those pages. Nothing was ever drawn on that easel. There was just emptiness, and no matter how hard I tried, that nothing would not ever become something. It was like a dead flower that may have once been alive, but would have wilted petals grow over time that would never bloom again. There was just no reviving it, and the fact hopelessly annoyed me to no end. How could I not remember these things? Dreams were an important part of a woman's life on my fathers side of the family. He was practically pureblooded Native American and we could count back many generations of our lineage on the La Push Reserve in Washington. My mother was an Irish and English woman who had only stumbled upon the small town of Forks by luck -- and as my parents had told me, it was love at first sight.

But all of that information has nothing to do with my dreams, except for my genealogy on my Native side. Father's blood gave me a certain ability, or at least it should have given me a certain ability. As I mentioned earlier, females of the Madison family are a very crucial part of our lineage and it is hoped that families will have more girls than they do boys -- or at least one girl out of all their children. Dreams give us the ability to see the future. You could call us seers if you will, but in my opinion we females are so much more than that because our powers are much more powerful than that of a typical seer. I am that one exception, though. I cannot remember my dreams and therefore I do not have the ability to see the future. The visions are not there -- and the pictures are always blank with either light or darkness.

This fact has always proved to be something that I've come to dislike about myself. I can recall when I was six, and my cousins would talk about the dreams they had and try to decipher them amongst each other. I could only watch with envy as they would giggle behind their hands and occasionally look over at me with cruel eyes. My mother was my only comfort, because like most foreign mothers, she did not have the ability and could relate with me. She would always tell me that it was obvious that I couldn't remember my dreams for a reason and that eventually one day, it would all come to me. I would have liked to believe her at the time, but I couldn't ever bring myself to do just that. But despite the misconception of the fact, her words would indeed turn to be more truer than I could have possibly imagined.

It's only a shame that these visions would come far too late for me to do anything about them.

Ending Note: This was very short, I am aware, but it is only a prelude. There is nothing more that needs to be said, really. But I hope that you've enjoyed this first part of the story and if there are any questions or contributions for information you would like to make then by all means leave a review! I accept anything because in the end it's all used to help me streghten my writing. And well, if you're not under the catagory of what I mentioned then just leave me a review if you liked it! Until next time...