Preface

I awoke alone in the grass with no memory what so ever of what had recently happened to me. In the silence of the field I tried to remember anything: where I was, what I was doing, but nothing came to mind. All I knew was that my name was Bella Swan, and I was seventeen years old. Everything else seemed lost to me.

I couldn't feel my body. Not even in the slightest; but when I felt my warm breath tickle against my face, I knew I was alive, and I didn't know how I would ever get out of here. All hope was gone, and as I watched the sun fade in the horizon, I heard his distant voice.

"BELLA!" He screamed with panic in his voice. "BELLA!"

I tried as best as I could to mutter out something, anything, and as I did I felt his long arms wrap around me and lift me up, carrying me to safety.

In the fading twilight, I could see the hundreds of dead bodies that surrounded us in the field.