To those who live in a world without sun where the rain always falls, a strong wind is nothing to be concerned about. But to those who live where the sun often shines, stormy weather is an omen. Indeed, as Edward and Bella walked from the Cullen's house to Bella's truck, they failed to notice the way the trees all seemed to shiver with anticipation. In fact, it wasn't until the old truck pulled into the Swanson's driveway that the two noticed anything strange at all.
"Wait," Edward said, placing his hand on Bella's shoulder to stop her from exiting the car.
"What is it?" she asked. "What's wrong?"
"I smell something," he said.
"What do you smell?" said Bella, her voice rising slightly in panic. "Is it Victoria? Or the Vulteri?"
"No," said the vampire. "No, it's not a threatening scent. It's just… different."
"What do you smell?"
"That's the thing. It's really faint."
"So faint even you can barely smell it? Impossible."
"It's something on the wind," he said. "If I had to guess, I'd say it smells like… jasmine."
"Jasmine? But jasmine doesn't grow around here," Bella pointed out.
"Well," said Edward. "I could be wrong. My sense of smell has never failed me like this before."
Bella wrapped her arms around Edward. "It's okay. Even vampire superpowers aren't perfect I guess. Maybe you should go home, talk to Carlisle or Esme.. They might know why an exotic flower is wafting its scent all the way to Forks. I'm sure it's just some freak weather thing."
"Mmm, maybe. You sure you don't want me to come in with you? Say 'hi' to Charlie?"
"No, I'll be fine. I'm a big girl after all. I tie my own shoes and everything. Now go, before I change my mind."
She leaned into him one more time so he could kiss her, and then he was gone. Bella sighed and turned to enter the house. As she climbed the stoop in front of the door, she noticed an envelope sticking out of her mailbox. She gently removed it so she could examine it.
The parchment was of high quality and the most beautiful shade of pale blue. Someone had written her name on it in a fancy calligraphy and on the back they had drawn an ornate design, reminiscent of a Celtic labyrinth. She opened the envelope and pulled out its contents: a tarot card. Number two, the High Priestess.
All of a sudden, Bella was overcome by the scent of jasmine flowers. Her face grew hot and her mind grew hazy. She took a step and staggered. The world grew dark and she fell against the door, unconscious. In the distance, thunder rumbled. The wind picked up and blew in from the west. To those who live in Forks all their life it was just common weather. But to those who knew better, the wind told of new wonders that would arrive upon its back.