I want to begin with a disclaimer. I don't own any of this. Characters are from Twilight and the plotline comes from The Lost Heir game trilogy. If you haven't played the game, please go check it out. It's a text game where the choices you make influence the story. This is basically me writing down how my story goes from the choices that I make.

The wind whipped past my face as I surveyed the scene in front of me. The land beyond is dry and withered, nothing growing from the cracked ground. Life has been long dead in these parts. As boots shuffle, dust floats through the air and I'm fully aware of the army standing at my back.

I turn slightly, seeing the brave soldiers risking their life for my rightful place as their Queen. Their armor is strong and their swords sharp, but much of the equipment has been dented and dirtied from numerous battles. They have stuck with me through it all, and I lift my head higher as I turn back to fully face our enemy.

The vast number of creatures takes me back for a moment, but I will not let that fear in. They seem to be without limit as they stretch across the horizon. They have come from the demon realm, summoned to lay waste to my kingdom. Many are shaped like man, but twisted into something more similar to a nightmare. Some have wings, some have claws, and some have large horns and gnashing teeth. One of the demons steps forward, clearly the leader of them all. It stands over eight feet tall with enormous claws and cruel wings. A claw swings through the air as its wings unfurl into the air. The demon shoots into the sky, and everyone tenses as it flies straight at me.

I lift a hand, willing reality to change at my command. I send fire shooting at the demon as my army screams and surges toward the demonic beasts ahead.

XxXxX

I open my eyes, the sun shining in brightly. I look around my room and then realize it had all been a dream and I am safe in my castle. I jumped out of bed and padded over my mahogany dresser to find something to wear today. My twelve years of life have taught me that looks matter more than anything else in court. A stunning blue dress was already set out for me to wear today and beside it was my favorite possession. My spellbook.

I began my magical studies when I was very young, but I took to it faster than anyone expected that I would. When I turned 10, my mother and father gifted me with this spellbook and made sure to emphasize that it isn't a toy. It had some very powerful and very dangerous spells inside that I'm not even gifted enough to use just yet. I practice almost every day, and this spellbook is never far from me. I slipped the book into my specially-made pouch and decide it's probably time for me to make an appearance for the day.

I step out of my room and find the hall filled with servants. They always stay so busy, but I've picked the busiest time of the morning to try and maneuver through the halls. The main hallway will take me to the yard faster than private passages, so I decide to brave the bustling servants. I offer up kind smiles as I make my way through the crowd, and many of the servants stop to pass a smile back and let me pass.

I rush through the halls until I reach the front entrance. I'm running a little late for my usually meeting with Edward, the cook's son. He is a couple years older than myself and he has lived his whole life in the castle. His family have served as castle cooks for many generations, and he is my best friend. When I push open the doors, I find Edward sitting near the yard, waiting for my arrival. His brown hair is a bit of a mess, but he can never get it to look decent. He's very skinny for his age, but his eyes are sharp which leave people to say that he will be a charmer as he gets older. At 12, I find myself a little attracted to Edward, but he's just my friend.

Edward stands up when I get near and offers a smile. "You slept in, Bella." The best thing about being young is that rank never seems to be an issue. "Did you see the riders?"

I looked around the yard but didn't see anything unusual, "I just woke up. What riders?"

"I don't know," Edward admitted, shaking his head, "A group of men arrived before dawn. They have an audience with your parents this afternoon."

"They must be important to already have an audience. I wonder who they could be?"

"Mother told me that there will be a banquet tonight as well. That's all that I know about it."

I shrugged, not focused on what Edward was saying. We made our way toward the entrance of the castle cellar and I gave Edward a mischievous grin, "Let's catch some rats."

My parents would be furious if they ever found out what Edward and I got into most days. We go into the cellar beneath the castle and sneak up on the rats. A few years ago, Edward got into trouble and had to find a way to stop the mice from getting into the kitchen. Since I was the princess, Edward dared me to catch one, thinking that I would never do it. I proved him wrong, and now we spend hours beneath the castle seeing who can catch the most. It is strange, but we have a lot of fun doing it.

After an hour of catching rats, I found Edward covered in dust, leaning against a wall. "Alright, Bella, I give. I'm exhausted."

I laughed, brushing some dirt from his cheek. "Sore loser."

Edward chuckled and led me out of the cellar where he had left a small lunch prepared this morning. We wiped our hands off, ignoring the dirt still present as we at the lunch of bread, cheese, and apples. We didn't talk as we ate, and I found myself watching Edward, really noticing how attractive he was. I let me hand brush up against his as I reached for a slice of cheese, and Edward smiled at the blush on my face.

After a few moments, Edward clears his throat. "Mother thinks that I should start considering my future."

I looked up at him, "What do you want to do?"

"I'm not sure," Edward shrugged, "Mother wants me to continue the family line and work in the kitchens, but I don't know if I want to do that forever. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have my own life away from the castle and all of this stuff."

I looked around me at the large walls surrounding the castle and all of the people milling about. "So do I, Edward. But I also know that I wouldn't trade these people for anything in the world."

Edward smiled, nodding in agreement, "I should go, Bella. Mother needs some help for the banquet."

I hopped up and noticed the sun in the sky, "Oh man, I'm late for my lesson with Harold."

I rushed back into the castle and hurried down the long halls. Harold is my tutor and a very kind old man. I found him sitting behind a long table when I threw open the library doors, and he had many books laid out in front of him. He didn't comment in my dirty clothes as I took a seat in front of him. As the princess of Trulia, it is expected that I become well-acquainted with politics, economics, history, geography, spellcraft, and religion. I have also been taught to ride, hunt, play musical instruments, dance, and speak eloquently. Harold has done a lot of work on me from the time I began seeing him as my tutor.

I picked up the book on poetry and speech-craft, always favoring the arts above all others. Harold smiled at my choice and we spend the first period of my lesson covering the arts and refining my skills in courtly activities. After some time, Harold removes the book and continues onto the next lesson.

"Tell me, Princess Bella, what do you know of the Consortium?"

I thought back to what I had read before and responded with confidence, "Their compound is in Voltera, a city in the north."

Harold smiles, "Very good, princess. It is surrounded by mountains, but it is not as far north as the Norgan mountains and the clans living there. The Consortium Planewalkers are a group of mages that believe in demon summoning. They argue for it to be used across the kingdom. They push for demon labor to be used without regulation."

I leaned forward as Harold talks, intrigued by the information about the Planwalkers.

Harold continued the lecture. "The riders that appeared today have travelled from the Consortium. They will be presenting their arguments to your parents again. The current law restricts demon summoning and leaves its practice in the hands of those that have been trained through the academy."

I sat up, remembering something that I had read. "The demons live in other planes, which is where the name Planewalker comes from, right?" Harold nodded, and I continued. "Planewalkers use summoning and control to bring demons into this realm and they have to do the caster's bidding."

Harold smiled in agreement, "Very good. And if the demon wins the fight for control, it will gain control of the caster. Luckily, the possession is very obvious to anyone that sees it. The mage's actions will be stiff and awkward because the mage is fighting for control. Aro is a high ranking member of the Consortium, and he has travelled here to push for the laws to be changed. I hope that you make it to the hearing this afternoon to hear your parents' words for yourself."

I nodded, assuring him that I would be present for the audience. I smiled and thanked Harold before I left my lesson for the day.

I made my way to my family's private wing, smiling at the servants that I passed. I opened the door to find my parents sitting side by side at the table. My father's head was thrown back, laughing at a joke that my mother must have made. King Charlie is fit for his age and many of the women in the kingdom say that he is the most attractive king we've had in a long time. My mother's matured beauty shines as she smiles, watching my father. Queen Renee holds the love of her people, and she's the Queen that I hope to become when I inherit the throne.

My father noticed my presence and smiled at me, "My Bella! Harold kept you late today, I see. I want for you to join us in the throne room."

My mother glanced at my clothes and frowned, "You will need to change first. You are filthy."

I followed mother into my room and she helped me wash up and then find an appropriate dress. When we came back out of the room, father nodded in approval at the clean clothes. "You were up early this morning, Bella. What were you doing?"

"I was playing with Edward."

My father's grin fell away. "The cook's son?"

My mother smiled, laying her hand on my father's arm, "Oh hush, Charlie. He's a fine boy. Just make sure you stay out of trouble, Bella."

I followed my parents down the hall, quietly. We enter the door to the throne room and it is already packed. I surveyed the crowd and found the leaders from the Consortium with ease. One man had a trimmed goatee and a clearly expensive purple robe. Beside him was a large man with a lot of muscle. He had a pair of axes strapped to his belt, which clearly marked him as a special guest. Anyone else would have been forced to remove their weapons. The last of them was a woman with straight red hair with a short sword strapped to her belt. She was looking around, closing examining everyone nearby.

My mother took her seat at the top of the throne room and everyone hushed. Here in Trulia, the queen is the highest in the kingdom, not the king, and the throne will be passed through the women in the family. "Welcome to the heart of Trulia," my mother announced. "We are pleased to have the high members of the Consortium with us."

The man in the purple robe stepped forward, bowing with a smile. "Thank you, your majesties."

The herald cleared his throat at the breach in protocol, but continued fluently. "May I present Aro, High Chancellor of the Consortium of Planewalkers."

Aro stood up and looked toward my mother, "I appreciate your hospitality, Your Majesty."

My mother nodded and then continued, "I am going to save you some time, Aro. I have no intention of lifting the ban on demon summoning. The Boundary must be protected, and the average person is not safe with this much power. The Kingdom of Trulia will continue to leave the regulation of the arts in the hands of the Academy."

"I supposed all of the arguments including free labor and equality in the hands of those without rank won't sway your opinion?"

My mother shook her head, holding firm. "I'm afraid not, Chancellor Aro."

Aro nodded, taking a step back, "Thank you for allowing me to present my views."

"I trust that you will stay for the banquet in honor of the Consortium?"

"Of course, Your Majesty."

My mother turned to me with a smile as Aro walked away. "Bella, go have some fun before the banquet. I'll let your tutors know that you are free of lessons for the day."

"Thank you, mother!" I left the throne room and made my way through the halls. I couldn't wait for the banquet that night.

I just want to restate that I'm not laying claim to any of this. Please go check out The Lost Heir trilogy. Very fun games with numerous ways the story could play out. I am simply writing down how my story is going and making it with twilight characters.