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Summary- Renesmee, Alec, two so different yet feeling the same... Sadness. Loneliness. But when the two meet and then get pushed together by unexpected circumstances, what will happen? Will feelings develop? Will rifts divide? And the question everyone is asking the most... Will they get out alive?

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The Castle, shrouded in mystery. Unknown. Loneliness haunts it's halls like a mist, seeking out victims and crowning a King. But the King doesn't rule, the mist does and the King would do well to remember that.

Aro, the King. The ringmaster of all, controlling details of lives that aren't his to control. Wallowing in wealth and power and sheer glory, not caring about the fact that no one outside of the castle would call it glory. Happy in the belief that all fear him, and so he ignores his brother's wishes, and forgets that hubris brings down those who have got too high.

Caius, silent and stony. Not only thirst for blood but for battle, for war, for casualties that could change the world. For a chance to gain power, ultimate power which his brother holds. But power comes with a choice and choice means you have to think but what if, what if you answer wrong? What will happen then? What will happen to you?

Marcus, the small one pushed to the side. The one with no voice except when it suits the King. The King who has no right to be King and so the mist is King and Marcus knows that. He can see the mist that is invisible to almost all else and he knows the truth but no one realises that he does. He could save the world or leave it to burn but that isn't his decision to make.

Demetri and Felix, brothers in arms. Content to play with humans as if they are Gods. Content to shut all emotions in, to burry them, because they know that emotions aren't allowed. Anything that can't be controlled fully is not allowed and so they hide from their feelings. They hide from their saviours, leaving behind what hurts the most.

Heidi and Gianna both important but silent. Both lusting after more. More praise, more recognition, more love. They want a place in another's heart but attentions are never on them. The fisher and the clerk. The ugly and the avoided. The attentions are on the two most unable to carry that burden.

Alec and Jane the two most misunderstood. The two with no one who cares but each other. And those who do care, don't care for the real true reasons. Two, so important but two whose happiness is most ignored. Two that wish that everything could change that everything could be different.

Jane, the daughter, the niece. The prize to be shown off at balls. The girl in the pretty pink dress. Pretty, young but never beautiful, innocent like an angel and still never beautiful. Far too pretty to ever be considered beautiful. The girl whose opinion is invalid when it is she and in some ways, she alone that knows of the problem. The problem that could change the halls that they live in, the problem that could banish the mist. And so she thinks, is that really such a problem?

Alec, the mistrusted, the unattainable, the black sheep who is only called when his services are needed. The one the father threatens to kill if he is seen anywhere near his daughter. But he should be loved, and yet he isn't and so the fate is already decided. But one day he will speak and for once, he will be heard, he will be listened to and then… who knows? But until that day he will laugh and smile and show no other emotions, acting like a puppet on the end of a string because he knows that one day he will be the puppeteer. And so he dreams. And yet, he forgets foolishly that dreams are never as they seem. And that is why they are called dreams, not reality.

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