AN: This entire story is in second person POV. Just thought I should let you know. If you can't tell, it's about Nessie and Jake.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and there is absolutely no money being made from this fanfiction.
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"Shhhh," you say, creeping around the corner. "They'll hear us."
Your friend glances around, his ears perked as he presses his paw lightly onto the ground. He glances at you in confusion, and it is clear that he believes no one is even near you. You put your finger to your mouth sternly, insisting upon his silence.
You continue forward, your eyes keeping focus on a large tree in front of you. At first, nothing seems out of the ordinary. It takes a much more experienced explorer like yourself to spot what makes the spot so extraordinary.
Suddenly, you are surrounded by glowing tendrils of magic. They sparkle and flutter before falling upon you. You spin in circles, giggling with glee as the dust is absorbed into your skin particle by particle, leaving a hot throb when it disappears. You're becoming the same as the tree and the glittering dust that it emits.
Now, you are magical.
Your friend comes up behind you, whining and pushing his snout into your back. You won't have it though. "Shhh! I told you to be quiet. They're going to hear us!"
You glare as your friend huffs and falls back onto his haunches, clearly unhappy at being told to keep quiet any longer.
You, however, ignore him. There is still so much left to see.
You gently glide your hand along the petal of a mysterious flower, adoring the soft, velvet surface and bright, violet hue.
Every time a bird sings, you imagine that it is singing just for you. The notes are made for your ears, and the harmony is created for you to hum along with.
Your childhood is passing by you so quickly, and sometimes you wish you could reach out and grab it. Everything around you is filled with blood, and you need to know that there is more to the world than cruel gore. You want the magic to stay. It's your magic.
Everything here is yours, because this is your world.
This is your imagination.