No one is so powerful that they can stop the march of time.
Originated from St. Marher in 1225 "And te tide and te time þat tu iboren were, schal beon iblescet."
In my opinion this was a rare epiphany, a treasure so sweet, a rare jewel, so well depicted by human nature. Human nature, a thing that in itself didn't understand the significance of such a statement.
For they did not travel through the numerous days, endless months, passing years or drifting centuries. Time specifications such as these just intertwined throughout my existence until there was left only one known thing, one angelic presence, one endless bounty that went through more of the fiery depts. of loneliness than me.
Time.
Changing moons, raging waters, chilly nights transformed into sweltering summers- every last aspect, every last element, controlled by one dynasty.
Time changed children into men.
From these men brought forth more children and the cycle went on.
Never ending.
Carrying me within its sands, forcing me to adapt to the changes it brought with it.
Creatures such as I were well suited for such a force, changing with our only familiarity in the world.
Never changing entities thrown within a world that never stops changing, I found it to be a cruel joke, mockery of Earth's own power.
Yet-there was an exception to my factual terms, there in the hell of our existence, did exist a solace, a solace so sweet, it was our kind's only heaven. It saved us from ourselves and transformed us back into a version of which we once were.
Human-yet not entirely-for demons such as us could not taste the fruits of a luxury so sweet.
No- we were given back our personality, banished from the hallow prison on which we seemed to be based.
Uprooted from simply drifting-existing to something more.
Laughing, enjoying, smiling-living.
For that, I researched for decades for the supernatural being or force that could awaken such feelings, such dreams.
But it came of nothing short of magic, short of a miracle, a power so deeply entrusted within us, a power which bore each of us, a force which pushed each of us and made us see life each day.
Love.
For I, wise among my years did not understand the concept. Research revealed no answers, no meanings, and no definition.
It revealed nothing but a name-something understandable, almost comprehendible, less mystical for my mind.
Eternal love.
This love worked on us, changed us, and made us.
I searched for this miracle, glancing, looking, searching for such an abnormality, such a rarity.
As I passed through- cities, towns, continents- I acquired owners of the miracle of which I sought.
Alice and Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett-they had found their own solace, no longer soulless demons, but beings so filled with light, so smothered with the simple goodness, so overpowered by love-I was powerless to stop their boundless energies.
It had rushed through me, by part, changing me in something I had no familiarity with. The feelings awakened had been lost to me, a fragment of my human existence, something to be lost and then hurriedly leaved through. Not completely forgotten yet not entirely known to ever be forgotten in the first place.
Happiness had been introduced within me, changing the careful equilibrium on which I had rooted myself. Along with this happiness, this sudden burst of joy came sadness.
For the first time in my existence, for the first time in centuries, I cried.
Shed the tears of my pity, my loneliness, my being.
These tears brought forth new life for now I was no longer a simple being, a vampire of no purpose.
My name was Isabella Marie Swan, coven leader of four, sister of four, protector of four.
In earthly terms, I was no longer a strange passerby, a dangerous predator.
My name was Doctor Isabella Marie Swan, a woman of 28 years.
I was the sought after, the woman who looked too young to be at the suggested age.
On July 1, the year of 2010, I was all of these things and more.
Titles bore on the back torch of my life as my world found itself totally collapsing on my circumspect axis. I was no longer a being, a simple vampire, a simple doctor, coven leader, and a sister.
No these things disappeared-vanished from my eyes on the night of July 1 at Fork's Hospital. A hospital built by faith and powered by love-a love so strong it had caught me when I was drifting and pasted me. Grounded me.
The fireworks of celebration occurring outside during the rare dry night were close to the explosion happening in my head.
My strings were loosened, cut, shredded and then reformed.
Intertwining around a being that was no longer a mere being, another patient, or another human.
No this person was Edward Antony Masen. He was no longer a newborn infant, no longer a simple baby covered in the remnants of its passage into this earth; no he was my mate, the sole carrier of my heart.
He was salvation, a salvation that looked so vivid, so deep, almost in similarity to his soulful green eyes.
Eyes that once locked with my own quieted the wails emitting from his mouth. Eyes-weak to the vulnerability of mortality and fresh being- looked for only a mere second before falling under the cover of soft eye lids.
A second that changed my whole life, my whole plan. A simple second, a mere passing in time-that changed me, shook me and reformed me.
It was at that second that I almost felt my dead heart beat.
A/N Another story that was running through my head. It's inspired by a few of my favorite books and fanfics. Tell me what you think.
Also btw, We must discover and fly will soon be over, I think in about two more chapters, I can't decide if there will be a sequel or not.
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