Hey, this is my embry imprint story. It starts off with just a bit of background on Ally but I promise there will be some embry soon. Please review, I love writing and it just makes my day when people review so tell me what you think :)

Chapter 1- Protector

The beach is so beautiful here. I was worried I wasn't going to find a place to paint but here is perfect. I was used to landscapes so it fit right in. I'd never lived close to the sea before, we'd always lived in inland cities. There was a lake once, but it wasn't very big, the sea is so much prettier. It stretches miles from one corner of my vision to the other, an endless ocean of deep blues and greys. I heard a thunder crack, a sound I'd gotten used to even in the short few weeks of living here and pulled my coat collar up around my neck. I got started on my painting praying that it wouldn't rain. That was the only problem with painting outside in Washington state, rain. It could ruin a good watercolour in seconds. I had my hood but that wouldn't protect the painting. I made a mental note to bring an umbrella next time I was here.

I quickly sketched the outline of the rocky cliffs in pencil and began to shade in the water. The colour was a shade or two lighter than the big cliffs and nearly exactly the same as the sky. This dull backdrop made the multi-coloured stones shine brighter. There was no sand on first beach instead it had been replaced by thousands of pebble, smoothened by the tides. Greens and reds and purples glittered along the shoreline. I quickly finished with the pencil and got onto the paints. I took advantage of the new array of pastel colours and painted each individual stone. I rarely used my pastels, there had been no need. I could tell when I got around to painting the cliffs and the sea that I was soon going to run out of grey. I looked across at my paints. It was strange you could tell the places we'd been from the colours I painted with. The light blue was almost completely gone, due to years of painting the blue sky. It was refreshing to see a change, even if it was a dull one.

I didn't keep track of how long it took me to finish, I never did. I'd told my dad I was going to paint so he wouldn't expect me home anytime soon. I sat on the rock for a long time, staring at the sea, watching the tide come in. I watched the birds fly in great loops down to the water and back up to the clouds. It was beautiful. At first glance you could mistake it for something plain and simple, with no particular assets, just a normal beach but after spending the day looking at the intricate colours and the shape of the great rolling waves you could tell it was something different. It was like looking at person and thinking they're alright, nothing special and then talking to them and getting to know them and finding out that they're really beautiful.

I stayed there until the tide began to slosh at my feet. I knew it must be getting late so I began to walk back to my car. It wasn't far away but the high winds made it difficult to walk. They kept pushing me in the opposite direction I was just thankful it didn't rain. When I reached my car I got in the drivers seat and quickly drove away. As soon as I started the car up my music began where I'd paused it earlier. Raindrops, Chopin. I didn't exactly have normal music tastes. I've never kept up with the latest songs and to be honest I don't really like a lot of them. They just sound like noise to me. This was music.

I drove back through La Push looking at the little houses. They were really homely and cosy looking. Each house was close to the next, I could tell it was a native Indian reservation, they were like a close nit family, a tribe. All the houses were around the same place and everyone seemed to know each other really well. It would be nice to belong to something big and full like that. It had always just been me and my dad. I loved my dad and we got on really well but I'd always envied the kids with huge families. I can remember going back to school after the Christmas holidays and everyone would be talking about their massive family gatherings, while I was stuck with just me and dad. The way it had always been.

I had the route home memorised. We had moved to the outskirts of Forks, it was a small town but it had the essentials. Our house was quite far away from the centre but I preferred it that way, it was quieter and we were surrounded by trees. The reservation was actually closer.

I drove down the driveway towards the house. It was a long driveway, you couldn't hear the road from the house at all, the trees secluded it. They stopped the sound from reaching it. The house itself matched the colour of the trees well. White on green. It was a deep, dark green. I liked it. Better than some places where there was no green at all. I hated places where it was all brown and dusty not pretty at all. If it weren't for the cold, this place would be my dream.

I left my car next to dad's and walked towards the front door. It wasn't locked. I pushed the door open and immediately felt the heat rush over me. I didn't realise I was that cold. I felt my cheeks flush. "Alright, Hun?" My dad asked from the living room.

"Yeah," I called to him "Fine, I've been at the beach, down at La Push"

"Oh, is it nice? I haven't had chance to check out very much of the area." He said as he walked into the hall.

"It's pretty yeah"

"If it's anything like the mountain range it would be"

"You've been out?" I asked curious.

"Just for a drive, I'll take you up there. I found a gorgeous little spot. It'd be good for you to paint."

"Mhmm…" I mumbled as I took of my coat and scarf. I took my painting and art stuff out of my bag and placed my bag over the hook of the door.

"Can I see?"

"Sure," I said handing him my picture.

"It's nice hunny, you should put it up," he always said that. He loved every single one of my paintings. I guess that was fathers for you. They had to love everything their child ever did. I was quite proud of this one though. I don't know why but I really loved La Push. Not just the beach but the whole area. It just seemed, I don't know, right. A good place to be.

Dad gave me my picture back and I when upstairs to the bathroom. My hair desperately needed sorting out. I wasn't over pedantic about it but due to the fact I had been outside in the damp air all day I didn't think I would be looking great.

I grabbed my brush of the side and walked towards the mirror. My blonde curls had formed ringlets in the moisture, I quite liked my hair when it was really curly but there were bits of hair sticking up it every direction. I knew brushing it would brush out my curls but there was no aversion to it. I brushed through the tangled mess slowly. I had long hair and it was always getting knotted but I couldn't bare to have it up. Once I was thoroughly sorted I walked towards my room. It was bigger than my last and it was already painted a nice pastel blue so I wouldn't need to decorate. I'd added a few pictures to the wall, some of my very favourites. There was a landscape painted at the top of this hill, that looked out over a great valley. That had to be one of my most favourite views in the world. I'd painted that scene countless times. I'd never got bored of it. I when over to my cd player and pressed play not bothering to check what song it was, I liked all of them on this album. I grabbed a new set of clothes from my closet and went to get changed. My rain jacket had protected me from most of the sea spray but some had still seeped through onto my t-shirt. I got dressed quickly and then wandered over to my window seat. I let the drapes hang lose, surrounding me. I stared out of the window looking into the deep green canopy. It was so peaceful. I tried not to think. Not focusing on the stuff that was to come this week. It was just my own little world.

I watched the forest intently for a while. Watching the birds and the wildlife. I thought about the millions of tiny unseen creatures that stalked the forest. How many life forms lived there unnoticed. It must be nice. I must have been half way between reality and dream because I was sure I saw 2 great black eyes staring intently at me. It frightened me at first, but something about them felt loving. A stranger in the forest out to protect me. I blinked and the eyes disappeared, maybe I was dreaming.

Well that's my first chapter, I really hope you enjoyed it. I'd love a review, please tell me what you think good or bad I don't mind just review. I promise to update soon, quicker if I know people are enjoying it.

Thanks, Anya xxx