The Elements

by the lone wolf's howl's

Isabella is a witch, she just doesn't know it. she moves to forks to live with her dad, charlie, who was once also a witch. when Bella turns 17 she finds out what she is and what she can do, how will she react? rubbish summery but please read, thank's.

1. Chapter 1

I do not own twilight. Stephanie Mayer does. Any noticeable scenes and characters where created by her, this is just how I thought twilight should have happened. Please read, Hope you like it.

CHAPTER 1: Words

BPOV:

Looking out to sea I felt the words come to me. Just a little jingle, like something you'd teach a child, but a poem nonetheless.

Sky and sea, keep harm from me.

The strange thing was that it didn't feel like something off of the top of my head. It felt like something I'd read - or heard - a long time ago.

Sky and sea, keep harm from me. Earth and fire, bring…

NO.

My entire skin started tingling. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

The arch of the sky and the granite solidity of the earth and the immeasurable span of the ocean, wave after wave after wave, to the horizon and beyond. It was as if they were all waiting, watching, listening to me.

I can't finish it. I can't say anymore. As long as I didn't find the last words of the poem, I am safe. Everything would be as it always had been; I would go home and live out my quite, ordinary life in peace. As long as I could keep from saying the words, I would be all right. The poem was running through my mind, like the tinkling of icy music far away, and the last words fell into place.

Sky and sea, keep harm from me. Earth and fire, bring… my desire.

Yes.

Oh, what have I done?

It was like a string snapping. The next thing I know I'm on my feet, staring wildly out at the ocean. Something had happened; I could feel it, and now I could feel the elements receding from me, their connection broken.

I no longer felt light and free, but jangled and out of tune and full of static electricity. Suddenly the ocean looked more vast than ever and not necessarily friendly. Turning sharply, I headed back towards the shore.

Idiot, I thought as I neared the white sand of the beach again and the frightening feeling slipped away. What was I afraid of? That the sky and the sea were really listening to me? That those words were actually going to do something?

I could almost laugh at myself now, talk about an overactive imagination. I was still safe, and the world was still ordinary. Words were only words.

I walked as quickly as humanly possible until I found myself at home.