This is set fifty years after Edward and the Cullens left in New Moon. Bella didn't jump off the cliff, so Alice never came.
"You have been hurt," Aro said, standing with his hands clasped behind is back. He gazed down to the hooded figure before him. "You have been used. You have been betrayed. Betrayed by the ones who said they loved you. Used by those who called themselves your friends. Hurt by those you used to love." He paused, his words ringing in the silence that deafened the council room.
"Everyone you know is dead. Time has moved on and they have been forgotten. You have been forgotten. You are dead to them. You are dead because of them." Aro paused again. Looking for any response from the figure before him, but none came, so he continued.
"You died a long time ago because you no longer had a purpose. But you have been reborn; reborn because your time on this world is not over. Those who cause pain deserve to be punished. They cannot be allowed to roam free on this Earth."
Aro began to slowly walk down the steps as he continued to speak, his lips beginning to curl in a small grin. "You must be their punisher; for no one knows the pain they caused more then you." He gazed at the figure.
"You are powerful. Your powers are beyond this world. You have been blessed by some unknown force because they know what you must face. They know it must be you who passes judgment on those who must be punished. You have trained hard. For fifty years we, the council, have watched you become what you are. And now, we know you are ready. Ready to face the world that has given you nothing but pain. The time has come for you to face your true destiny." He paused as he stopped in front of the figure. "And now, my dear, the question is. Do you believe you are ready to face your destiny?"
The figure slowly reached up and removed the hood. Her red eyes glinted in the light, no emotion showed on her cold face. "Yes, master." And with that answer, Isabella Swan sank to one knee and bowed before Aro.
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