A/N: This story just popped into my head when I was re-reading Breaking Dawn, and I wanted to see what other people thought, this story is a AU, so it may not make sense at first, but if you stick around later it might, enjoy! (By the way, the Pro. will be the only thing I write in 3rd person)

TinyT:D

Prologue

Winter, 1995

The wind was beating her face with sprits of a mixture of snow and ice, her hand reached up to feel the rawness that is now her face. She had been standing in the shadows, waiting, watching for the right moment to…she cringed away from the powerful surge of emotion that hit her like a stone wall.

Her hooded black cloak did almost nothing to protect her from the harassing elements; she looked at her cheep watch, almost forgetting it was on her left wrist, 1:50 am. She knew how close she was, to having to let go, to run, and run until her feet throbbed from the miles bare footing through the various conditions that she hoped she would never see again.

The dark ally she stood in illuminated with a light that came from no where, she grabbed the basket that meant the world to her and hid in the shadows praying that her small stature would conceal her and her…cargo.

She sighed as the light vanished, her face went into a frown, she was pathetic, not even wanting to speak to her self about her precious basket, or her 'cargo'. 2:14 am, anxiety shot through her, "No," she thought out loud, but still in a whisper, "Breath Kya, breath."

She sighed and looked at the basket, taking every last detail she could, trying to soak up the colors, the scent, everything. She held the woven cane in her arms, pink clothes protecting the packages, keeping them warm, she moved her fingers over the baskets edge, and then carefully lifted the hem of the fleece blanket to reveal two wondrous babies.

A soft smile crossed her face with just the very sight of her little girls; they were cuddling, helping each other stay warm in the cold Washington air.

Tears pooled in Kya's eyes, she knew she would never get to name her miracles, or watch them grow up to amazing women. The girls had a bond no one else in the entire world would have, born at the same time, now people would know them as twins.

A quick glance at her watch told her it was time, in the very few seconds she had left with her girls, the smell of flowers and nature filled her nostrils, she took in there plump identical cheeks, and there small strains of curly hair.

Kya chocked back tears thinking how she would never be able to run her finger through their hair, would never know what color there waves would be.

Just as she was closing her children off from the world they opened there eyes, one daughter had sweet lavender eyes with gray streaks, the other had dark violet with speckles of gray, but the amazing thing was that the gray color moved and swayed around, as if they were crawling with life.

They looked at her, smiled then closed there eyes and held hands as they drifted of to sleep, Kya almost changed her mind right there, but her hope faded away within seconds of the thought.

The basket could not be any heavier then twelve pounds with both babies only weighing maybe six pounds each, Kya swiftly but quietly ran to the steps just across the street from the ally. The wooden doors that stood at least ten feet in the air had detailed carvings of women holding children; caring for them, and keeping them safe.

She scanned the doorway looking for the sign… there! The sign was made from pure gold, showing how wealthy the maidens must be, the inscription told of the first Keeper of the Children, and how she took in any child, from infants to young adults, raising them to be strong and smart men and women.

Trekking across the country to find this place was a smart choice, Kya felt like a twenty-eight year old again, but only for a moment. The large bell had a back-light to shine no matter what time it was, 2:40, right on time.

Just before she ran into the now snowing distance she kissed two necklaces and placed them on her babies, "Oh-nacky untima baleze."

Even though she knew the ancient way to bless her daughter's and wish them luck in life, will never put her at ease, it will mean the world to their future. She looked at the bell, and without touching it, it rang, she sprinted out to the streets, ducking and weaving in shadows and crevasses.
Her belly barely swollen, but the life that now flourished in side of her gave her a reason to live, and she was determined to do what ever, to survive.

A/N: So you like it? Please, please, please review!!! I take anonymous review too, so just tell me what you thought, the more reviews, the faster I will update!