Ascension
Chapter Forty One
Prologue: A Sunday in March, Into Beginnings
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A Sunday in March
I'd tell you the day. I'd tell you the time, but that is all irrelevant. Not now that my life, this unending road on which I've walked for so long, is unraveling before my eyes. It feels like the end is near; that, or from what I've agreed, the beginning of an unending slavery to a woman born to hate us and a cause I could believe in if I wasn't labeled its foe. Yet currently, it's the better of two evils. It's buying us time, futile, vain, limited time.
The dragon is angry. I have never seen her so desperate, but taking into account everything that has happened in the past three days, four if you include the disaster which was Wednesday, I can understand where she is coming from. Everyone else is scared. Well, some of us. Jasper has grown harder by the day as have Emmett. And Edward? He is nearly in separable from Bella, but that's not surprising given her injury from the battle. Still, the girls... Esme's light is diminishing. She keeps looking at the house mumbling, wishing, praying if that were even possible. She refuses any comfort, even from me.
We are to leave everything behind. Our new employer has insured us that our possessions will be gathered and stored until the case is solved and the danger has past. But like the dragon, I hold no illusions of what will inevitably come from this. Our fates lie either with them, or with Aro. Neither are happy. I have seen what they have done to the man in red. That pentagram wrings my heart in fear and loathing. What he has done to Seras wrings my heart…
Seras, Miss. Victoria, it's been three weeks since we've met, and she is nothing short of a daughter to me. But still... My coven. My family, loyal to the very venom in their veins, has yet to utter the one thought that keeps stabbing my own heart and mind. Regardless, I would be surprised if they hadn't thought it also in passing. If we hadn't met her, the girl, the dragon, this Lady General, we probably wouldn't be in this situation. But Alice's insight, every time my thoughts lean to despair or regret, rings true to question my doubts. Are we indeed on the right side? I don't understand any of this. It's like we've been dropped into a different world. Yet even as I sit here writing this, keeping an account of everything that has happened up to this point, something inside of me keeps pulling me, insuring me that we are…
That we are.
The truth has yet to be seen. We have only to move forward seeing the time fade with the day and it's warm. The night approaches fast and with it our parting. I will continue once we board the plane…