Notes: Don't be hater. This is my first fanfic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. If I did...boy, oh, boy would it be different

Chapter Zero:

When I was six years old, my grandmother died. She was the only one who cared truly cared about me. Even though I was a child prodigy, my parents cared more about the prestige of having a gifted child than the kid himself. To say I was neglected would be a lie; I had people constantly fawning over me. But when you have an IQ that is higher than most adults after a while they begin to ignore you. Nobody likes to be reminded that the other person is smarter than them and even more so if the other person is a kid. I was fine with being ignored, I knew I was special, I knew I made people that uncomfortable. I saw many people to be confusing; why weren't they like me?

My grandmother, Rania Bleakwood, was a full blooded Quileute and proud. She often berated my parents for their treatment of me. My mother did not like my Gran at all; my Gran gave her hell for much of the time they knew each other. My Gran never called my mother by her name; my mother was always referred to as "that woman." Then again, Gran never called me by my name; I was always "child" or "rascal." I was glad for that, I hated my name as a child, and it sounded so…old. What child wanted to be called Isley Lucian Bloodraven-Bleakwood? My parents missed the mark on that one even though they were weed heads before they had me.

Even with my Gran's faults, I knew she loved me, I knew she was the only one who would ever care. She had been sick since I was born, but right after my sixth birthday her health took a turn for the worse. Two weeks later, she was gone. Never in my life had I cried so hard, the pain I felt was bewildering. I was so hysterical; my parents frantically rushed me to the hospital, claiming I was losing it. They didn't do it out of concern, two days after Gran died, I had a concert at Benaroya Hall in Seattle and it was sold out and hyped up. The doctor told my parents that I was going through grief and that I would be fine.

"Are you sure? He has a big day soon, we need him to get it together, it was only his grandmother, and she was on her way out anyway." My mother had told the doctor right in front of me. The rage felt near suffocated me with its intensity.

"Ma'am, he will be fine." The doctor had replied with a pitying glance at me. After knowing my mother for ten minutes, he knew she was a bitch.

The day after my Gran's funeral, I was on my way to Seattle to play at Benaroya Hall. I didn't want to go; I had raised a fit until my mother slapped me. I was too angry to do anything but get into the car. When we pulled up to the back entrance, I looked down the alley where we were and saw three crows on the ground. They gazed at me with their intelligent black eyes and I remembered something Gran had said to me.

"Crows have the ability to carry spirits. It is said that they bring the spirits of the dead to the Netherworld. They are our family's symbol animal, child, which means they will never hurt you because long ago our ancestor made a pact with a spirit crow. Ever since, we and the crows have been blood. When you see a crow, child, make sure to always acknowledge it." Gran had told me.

"But we are Quileute Gran, we are wolves." I remembered all the legends that the Elders still spoke of. Our people were supposedly spirit warriors who could turn into wolves. I would fantasize about being a wolf, it drove my mother crazy. My father would only smile this mysterious smile and shake his head.

"And crows. We are a tricky lot." With this, Gran had laughed and laughed, which confused the hell out of me.

Had I known then what I know now, maybe my life would have been easier. Maybe everything would have not gone to hell. All I know at this moment, I was about to watch the person I love die. Everything was destroyed; there was nothing to be done. As I watched my enemy's giant fangs close around my beloved's neck, his muzzle red with blood, I knew I had to a choice.

Either would kill me but I had to do something, I had to protect everyone. As I made my decision, my gaze went to the sky. And landed on a group of crows. Their eyes bore into mine and everything went dark.

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