Disclaimer-I don't own the Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse, but the plot and characters are mine. This disclaimer covers this prologue and all the coming chapters for this series.
A reflection is a strange thing. It is a perfect reproduction of that which it reflects, yet it does not truly exist. It is an unreal image of something real. It is an immaterial point of view of something that is material. It's there, but not really. You can't hear it, you can't smell it, you can't touch it, but it's there. You know it's there because you can see it. A reflection is like an unconscious consciousness. Some people are driven mad by their own reflection. Some people are inspired by it. Some people lavish the opportunity to bask in the eyes of themselves. Some people can't stand their own reflection and yet still some people are indifferent.
These are the things that occurred to me as I looked down into the black water of the lake that seemed to have no bottom. I looked deep into my own eyes and saw worlds, universes, galaxies of drifting sadness. Why I was here, facing the only thing that could convince me of the truth, the harsh painful truth that until now, I had been able to dismiss, I was unsure of. Yet here I stood, alone, in the dead of night, staring down what I could not deny. And no matter how unreal it was, it was there. My truth, my reflection.
Authors note- I'm sorry it's so short but I've got (what I think) is a brilliant story to follow. PLEASE REVIEW!!!