A/N: Hey, guys! This is my new story: The Survivor. Please read and review, I'd really like to know what you think!

Full Summary: Bella Swan has lost both her parents, in completely different ways. As a result of this, she's shut herself off completely from her feelings. When captured by soldiers from the enemy's side, she doesn't expect the feelings to come crashing back, and so strongly. What will happen when an emotionally scarred, yet defiant girl meets the maddeningly stubborn soldier?

All Human, Alternate Universe, OOC

Warning: This story might contain some dark themes about war and such. If any of this offends you, please do not read this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Sorry to disappoint.

Prologue: The Survivor

Bella Swan

War is brutal.

It takes away everything you know, love, have ever seen, and deposits it at the bottom of the huge basket of death.

Some people say that war is good – it benefits the people, teaches them fighting techniques, to gain land and gain money.

Bullshit.

I am here, a survivor of war, to tell you exactly how fucked up that notion is. War is just how the survivors describe it – not the winners, not the losers. Just the survivors. Because, really, who has the clear point of view? Certainly not the winners. They're all happy and mighty that they got what they wanted. The losers? Too scared to say anything but that they've learned from the experience.

But the survivors…now there, you have a different story.

The people who have lived on the sidelines, watched their loved ones die in front of their eyes, and kept themselves together for the sake of those around them.

This is what I am. A survivor.

But I'm not a survivor of just war – I'm also a survivor of love. Love and War – so similar, yet so different. Who else fights with all the passion in the world? Both sides intent on winning, without even a glimpse of surrender?

When I was young, I used to dream that someday, the war would stop, everyone would be happy, and my prince would come to sweep me off of my feet. Like all little girls, that dream faded away once reality hit.

But my cold, sharp, shock of reality was nothing like those of other little girls, living in a world so far away from me.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan, and I am a survivor: of both love, and war.

Because that is who I am.

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