My grandmother use to tell of a tale that was full of unnatural people. What unnatural people you may ask. I'm not talking about weird, annoying smart-ass people. No, I'm talking about, out of this world beautiful, keep to themselves, and bloodthirsty. All except one. She is named Evermore, Ever for short.
Grandma always said
"Ever she never did age, just like the people who were after her…if you could call them people."
"She did love only one guy. His name is Edward, born 92 years before her."
"She stopped ageing at the raw age of 18"
Grandma died a few months ago, but she hasn't gone. I still see and here her as plain as day, but I'm the only one. No one else I know can see her. As I write this I here Grandma telling me what to write, she wants this legend to be known.
Why? That I do not know. I must tell you more about my self before I can tell you more about the legend.
I've lived with my grandma ever since I could remember. My grandpa died before I was ever born. I'm 8 years old and now im going to live with my dad that I've never known, what fun. My mother left after I was born. Why she left I don't know. What I do know is that my grandma knows more than she let on about my mother. And this legend just might not be a legend after all.
Now I begin with my tale that sets in 2009
AN: in the prologue it's the year 2059