Okay everyone...new story time. And I know what you're thinking... How can she start a new story while none of her others are finished. I have no idea why I can, I just really wanted to. This story is an original of mine, based off of many RPG sessions. I did change the names to fit in the Twilight world, but that's about as much as I changed. This does not follow the story, and these characters are Fairies (I know...cheesy).

So now...on with the story!!

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight. I own what I do with them...

The Dragon

Prologue:

One Hundred Years Ago

Weeks have passed since her sister Rosalie's coming of age celebration, and Bella is troubled by something. A dark cloud hangs over her thoughts, an omen, forewarning her of some kind of trouble. She knew her father had important business with the kings of the neighboring kingdoms, and her mother was traveling with him. King Charles was never one to keep secrets from his daughter, but he had not divulged even the slightest bit of information to her. She had always been his favorite, more of a son than daughter. Bella preferred to go out hunting and learn fighting from her father than sit in etiquette lessons with her sisters. She loved the outdoors, and she had secretly learned from the castle sword smith that her father had a sword created for her. She was his little warrior.

But today something was wrong. There was danger in the air, she could feel it. It followed her like a dark shadow as she left the confines of her room and went in search of Charles. She found him in the great hall with her mother Renee. She watches from the shadowy doorway, as her father grasped her mother's hand and gives it a kiss. Bella had all the same features as her mother. The deep mahogany hair, the chocolate brown eyes, and her slim yet bountiful figure. But she had the heart and fire of her father. She clears her throat as she enters the room.

"I hope I'm not interrupting things," she says with a smile as she crosses the vast hall to stand by her father's side.

"No not at all dear. We were just making a few final arrangements for the journey. What's on your mind?" King Charles asks as he stands and gives her a warm hug before sitting her down next to him.

"I have a bad feeling about this whole trip, daddy. It's like something is trying to warn me that danger is coming. I don't know where, I don't know when. Hell, I don't even know what it is. But I think that you leaving right now is a bad idea."

Charles looks at his daughter with skepticism, but he knows her common sense will soon override this foolishness, so he indulged her.

"I can assure you darling, everything is quite safe, but I will add extra guards to the group, if that will make you feel better."

Leaning down, she kisses his cheek. "Thank you daddy." She smiles as she leaves the room, feelings of dread still following her. She goes in search of her sister Alice. At least she would listen to her, whether she believed her or not. Alice was in the garden, singing softly to herself. She was the most happy in the garden, for she could watch the flowers bloom, and really create beautiful things. Alice was always growing things, new and different types of plants, one's that have never before been seen in our world.

Later that day, Bella watches as her parent's and the guards prepare for departure. She frowns as her father gives her a quick embrace and a gruff kiss on the cheek. Her mother holds her a little while longer before she finally releases her to mount her horse.

"Goodbye. Safe journey, and return home to us as soon as you can. I love you," she says grimly as she wraps her arms around her little sister and watches them slowly make their way out of the Forks Gully.

"Come on Alice. Let's go see what tasty treats the cook has prepared for us, huh?"

"All right, I am hungry."

They walk into the great hall arm in arm, and sit down at the table. Bella's arm bumps something, and it clatters to the ground. She bends down to pick up the two small bottles that lay askew on the carpet.

"Look, it's two vials of the fountain water. I wonder who left them here?" she says as she turns to Alice. Examining the small bottles, she sees her father's royal mark imprinted on the bottom of both of them. That could only mean that they belonged to her parents. But why would they have left them there? That was the last thing they should have done. Every fairy carries the vial with them, no matter where they went. It was like their lifeline, their protection. They drew their powers from the fountain, and the vial was filled with its water.

"I have to find mom and dad. They've forgotten their vials. And I've had a bad feeling about this trip of theirs the whole day. I've got to go. I have to find them," she says as she walks out of the room, still talking to her sister. She grabs her cloak as she races out the door. "Don't tell anyone that I'm gone. I should be back soon. Hopefully I'll be able to catch them before they reach the meeting," she turns and kisses Alice on the cheek.

Racing out of the kingdom on her black stallion Kain, her thoughts strayed to her father. All she could think about was getting to him, protecting him. She pushed Kain to the limit as they barreled through the trees, the branches whipping her face and arms. They traveled for what seemed like miles, until finally she saw her parents troop ahead of her on the forest path. She slowed Kain to a walk, and finally allowed him a rest before continuing on. She dismounted and grabbed at his bridle to lead him forward. She got no more that a few steps before the forest erupted before her in battle cries. And out of the trees came men, but they were unlike any men she had ever seen before. They were dressed in all black and carried huge curved sabers with them. They dropped on the small party like lightning, and before Bella could blink, they had literally cut every man down. Even if her father's men were twice their size, the fairy guards were no match for these men. After only five minutes, only her parents were left. And for the first time in her life, she saw her proud father, down on his knees, begging for his life. The man standing above her father gave one last final chuckle before bringing the saber down across her father's chest. King Charles fell to the ground, taking his last breath. Her mother's screams were permanently imbedded in her mind as she was too slashed with the cruel steel. And that was the last image she saw before she fainted.

Okay...so this is just the prologue...

You know what...if I get just one little review...I'll post more. I don't care who it is, or what it says. You could tell me I blow and my stories are shite...Just let me know!