Hi, this is inspired How the Mighty Fall by Ninadoll, if you haven't read it, I suggest that you should. Even though I've not read that much EmbryxOC stories, or Embry centered stories, I can still say that it's the best one. I fell in love with the OC's unique traits that I came up with the notion that given the interesting concept of imprinting, that's the type of person Embry would be so blessed to have.

This is the first time I wrote something for Twilight, and I also didn't read the books (i know, sorry about this) I've been thinking about this concept for a long while now, so I thought I just have to go through it. An early apology for the OCness of the characters! Please do drop reviews of how you think this first chapter went!

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Prologue

Life after the Volturi confrontation was as idle as it can be for a temporarily- perpetual sixteen year old man who can turn into a wolf. For Embry Call, he was always adjusting, like a sponge, he extracts changes from his environment and lets them transform him. From the beginning when he figured out that one of his best friends or even his alpha might be his half brother, and up until seeing almost everyone having someone to ogle upon. The calmness and solidarity as of that moment were suspicious, but hell, he welcomed them like an old friend.

Emily Young-Uley's house has always been bombarded by their humongous figures, the property usually reeking of some woodsy smell along with the feasts the sweet woman prepares. Along the pack were their imprints, those of whom that quickly become the shape shifters' gravity, their world.

"Uncle Embry, Uncle Embry, lookie" One was in the form of a small body, toothy smile, and early age. Six year old Claire was imprinted upon when she was just two. It caused quite a hysteria being as, it was the first time to ever happen- albeit the imprint phenomena itself was supposed to be rare before time. However though, it was proven that imprinting wasn't merely for finding the perfect mate to bear the gene, in fact, it was so much more than repopulation, better than love at first sight-soulmate; whether a friend, a brother, a confidante, a protector, or even a lover. For now, his good ole prude, Quil, was an older brother, and the puppy dog couldn't be any more happy.

"What is it, Little Miss Claire?" The girl gave him a happy twirl, oblivious to the fact that whatever she wanted him to notice was apparent. Apparently, she and her puppy-human were wearing nauseating matching outfits.

"Did Quil right here finally got you the castle you always wanted?"

The man behind the bouncy girl gave him a glare, shaking his head slightly. He can only chuckle back.

"Oh, I forgot about that. But lookie, can't you see? I'm Spongebob, Quil is Patrick" Claire made a dramatic show off, tugging at the hem of her imprinter's shirt. Her pink dress has the yellow sponge's face while Quil's was wearing the same shade, the star's animated face outlined on his broad chest, as if Patrick was mocking him.

Embry looked at him with the most bemused expression he could master. "Man, you are so whipped" He laughed, hard, making Claire roll her eyes and hug Quil's leg as tight as she could. "Quil? Piggyback ride?"

Immediately, the puppy dog, Quil, had his dark brown eyes warm and focused, his jaw relaxing and lips formed to an easy smile. "Whatever you want, Claire-bear" The pair trotted off as Claire's bold ecstatic face matches his best friend's shy but goofily smiling on, he couldn't help but to sigh, once again, returning back to his surroundings.

From the view of the Uleys' window at the back porch, Emily was washing dishes, Sam Uley alongside her, his always guarded face relaxed and his hands were carefully wiping water from the utensils. Sam was born to be a leader, hardened by their jerk of a father and for being the first of their generation to phase. For a big guy, however, he has such a tender tendency when it comes to Emily. Emily, meanwhile, even for being an angelic person, the scar on her face proved that she was as strong as she was kind hearted. They compliment each other well, being as they seemed like two peas in a pod.

In fact, every imprinter-imprintee relationship that surrounded him as of that moment seemed like the snap of fate. Even Quil and Claire, seemed like the compliment of the other, both being silly, playful and sweet. It was also a probability that even Jake and Nessie, for they bonded with almost every single thing. He hypothesized that, imprint too, was a connection at first sight. You'd just click the first thing it happens.

He then believed that if he were to imprint, he'd fall for his woman right away. Maybe, his was still in a city, a small town girl in a midnight train of New York city, someone who dare follow their dreams and try crazy things just for the fun of it. His woman will probably be feisty, bold and in charge, almost in every aspect and most specifically, in bed.

The thought made him grin.

Yes, imprint or not, he was sure he'll end up with the woman of his dream. His vixen, a she wolf in a mortal's body.

Little did he know, if a dream was too good to be true, most of the time, one forgets about it.

The lining trees were scattered in a neat pile on either side of the road. In every direction she looks, she could see green, brown and yellow, and with her humane sight, the trees were all identical and familiar. It almost seemed as if they were only driving in circles. It had been so long since they, more so, her father, had set foot in the land, possibly, he forgot about wherever her mother's childhood home in La Push was, or if her cousin even cares about them at all. But she couldn't say that out loud though, it was a sad thought and her father's ill enough as he is. He doesn't deserve much more agony.

Behind the shotgun, she turned her head timidly, not wanting to show her worry but needing to see how her father's coping. Her eyes slid sidewards, deep green eyes observing the frail man behind. He knew though, he was looking back at her, his body slumped onto the seat but his hand reached for her with effort.

She quickly grab his hand and squeezed, her brows furrowed in a delicate bow at the center. "Daddy, is there something wrong?"

Her father only chuckled, his dry lips stretching to a comforting smile. "My darling Esther, always the worrier" He said, the usual warm tone in his light voice did ease her slightly, making her smile sheepishly.

She wouldn't tell him, but she would, indeed, of course, never reconsider in worrying about him. He was the only thing in earth that she loves. When her mother's death was still recent, she and her father left New York and picked up the shattered pieces in England. But they didn't heal together though, her father sent her to an all girls boarding school, wherein a paternal aunt was a dean of. She learned that the man she saw as a hero then, was also a vulnerable man underneath. That emotions, especially the passionate ones, were extremely powerful and consuming. She might have had always been a solemn and selfless child, but the tragedy made her see a perspective in which she then keeps herself controlled and only let herself feel anguish, sorrow, bitterness over the sad aftermath of her once so unbreakable father.

She turned away and sat straight again, her eyes directing to the road ahead. The doctors said he wouldn't last longer than a year. Oh, how she felt the days pass by so fast. For after being only the two of them for the past ten years, how could she have the strength to say goodbye? What will be of her after his death? Her eyes glistened with wetness and she hastily, though quietly, shrug the tears off before her father could catch her. He didn't want her to worry. The prime reason they'll move to La Push was to have his ashes spread across the cliffs beneath First beach, just like what her mother's were. Secondly, his father wanted to give her a peaceful life, which explains their constant moving-albeit only having to experience two. She guessed it was because her father once owned a business that thrived and it wasn't much of a secret, therefor, there had always been danger around them back in New York. She had always felt as if she was being watched, but the unease stopped once they moved to Norfolk, England. But then, somehow, there were few moments when she felt the looming presence. She didn't ever tell him the incidents, she compromised with herself. As long as nothing pass the feeling happens, she wouldn't alarm anybody, especially him, she didn't want him to worry.

For the meantime, she applied to do volunteer teaching in the kindergarten-preschool around La Push, however, the sweet lady named Emily insisted that she'd get a raise from the gig. She couldn't just tell her that she didn't need money at all, but seemingly, she felt guilty with the thought of forming a white lie, so she just submitted to the ordeal. She'd persist to live the peaceful life he was convinced he had given her.

In between the trees, civilization began. Terrains were pathways leading to patios, houses warm with bodies, light, and electricity. There were also two convenient stores just few blocks away from each other, a tailoring shop, and a mini hardware store with a much wider garage attached to it. There were shadows moving about inside, though she quickly looked away once she saw a sliver of a man's abdomen in view. She was painfully shy and easy to wind up. Some often label her as prudish, probably, but she was just inexperienced of interacting with men- even the whole point of interacting with anything, rather. She always has the sense of propriety to a fault.

"Turn right to that forked road"

The trees were lessening but she can now see sand and something blue between the distances of the trees. Her eyes widen, deep green orbs fascinated by the light blues coming and leaving.

"We're home" Her father said, his own pair of greens were far away, as though he could see the whales that nestle in the deep, "we're home, my love", and talk to the woman that was more than just memories.

Esther Lowett could only smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. She couldn't understand how he'd possibly think she'll call the place home when La Push's only something that imparts in her grief. She'd try to be happy though, for his sake.

She was only human after all, she couldn't always be selfless. But little did she know how much of a human being she can and will be.