The idea for this story came from Eclipse, page 143 in the following passage:
"Okay," I sighed. "I believe that. But I want you to know something--when it comes to all this enemies nonsense, I'm out. I am a neutral country. I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures. Jacob is family. You are...well, not exactly the love of my life, because i expect to love you much longer than that. The love of my existence. I don't care who's a werewolf and who's a vampire. If Angela turns out to be a witch, she can join the party, too."
From that passage, I'm sure you all can tell where this story is going. Well, nothing left but the disclaimer and the prologue. And since the author's note at the beginning of this chapter is longer than the actual chapter, I shall post the first actual chapter immediately.
Stephenie Meyer owns all the characters in the prologue as well as the entire passage in italics.
Because of her extraordinary self-control, Bella was able to remain friends with, if not Jessica, Angela. They saw each other frequently, and Bella even trusted her with Renesmee's existence. Not what she and her daughter were, but that she had a daughter. She implied that the child was adopted. Angela took everything—Bella's new appearance, her sudden gracefulness, Nessie, and the girl's extraordinary growth rate—quietly, never asking questions.
Until the day when Bella's perception of reality, for the third time, was completely altered by the now apparent truth in myths, stories, and legends.