I am the original, the creator, the first of our kind. Although I haven't physically verified this fact I feel certain of it. I can trace every known one of our species back to me, back to my first creations. I was there when the Druids reigned over the British Isles, I watched as Christ was nailed to the cross, I listened to Nero's maniacal fiddling as Rome burned. I heard the stories of Qin Shi Huang, was a herald at the battle of Agincourt, fought in both America's war of independence, then their civil war. I acted as body guard for the lovely Eleanor of Aquitaine, the only human to refuse my gift. It was I who changed Aro, overwhelmed as I was by his beauty, and I have watched over him since, alternately pleased and disappointed, seen his lethargy destroy the glory I believed his perfection would bring. Carlisle Cullen owes his existence to a moment of desperation, one of the few periods in time when humans were much more aware of our kind. I watch over all my children, at various times. Sometimes I feel the need to intervene. Like now.