Preface
No longer just a nightmare, the line of black advanced on us through the icy mist stirred up by their feet.
'We're going to die' I thought in panic. I was desperate for my love I guarded, but even to think of that was a lapse in attention I could not afford.
They ghosted closer, their dark robes billowing slightly with the movement. I saw their hands curl into bone-coloured claws. They drifted apart, angling to come at us from all sides. We were out numbered. It was over.
And then, like a burst of light, the whole scene was different.
Yet nothing changed- the Volturi and the newborns still stalked towards us, poised to kill and take. All that really changed was how the picture looked to me. Suddenly, I was hungry for it. I wanted them to charge. The panic changed to desire as I slowly raised my hand, fingers out stretched, a smile on my face, and words I did not understand flowed from my mouth to the oncoming storm.