A fairytale is a story passed down through the generations, telling tales of folklore for the amusement of children and in the end, the side of "good" always wins. But in reality the battle never truly ends. Good can't defeat evil, nor can evil defeat good because neither side would exist if the other were to be destroyed. So instead of fighting for destruction, we fight to keep the balance and because of this never ending fight, we all become a part of our own little fairy tale.
However, I am not here to start a new story, but I'm here to start a new chapter. I am Isabella Swan and I am a B.A.S.E witch.
"Charlie!" I shouted up the stairs, leaning heavily against the banister. "We've got to leave if we are to arrive at the motel before nightfall, so get your suitcase down these stairs and into the car!"
"It's Dad to you," he replied, standing at the top of the stairs smirking down at me. "And I'm ready. Do a last check around the house to check we haven't forgotten anything, will you?" As he reached the bottom of the stairs he lightly touched the side of my face, kissing me on the forehead before taking a step towards the door.
"Of course I will!" I shouted to him as he made his way to the car. "It's my pleasure, I mean, I can't believe I didn't realise that this amazing task needed doing again! It's always so much fun!" Sarcasm drenched every word as I made my way into the living room, his echoing chuckle bouncing off the bare walls and crashing around the empty room.
Everything too big to fit into the car had been taken days ago, moved across the country to the small town of Mystic Falls in Virgina, and everything else we needed to take was in the car. The house was barren except for a small table that sat to the side of the living room door that we had decided to leave behind. On top of it sat an ancient leather book with the word "Swan" engraved on the front of it. The book had been passed down from generation to generation of Swans and eventually found it's way into my hands, allowing me to read the hidden treasures that had been captured in words. Stories about how our ancestors had lived and how they adapted. Notes and ripped out diary pages stored inside this full book, held together with an old belt. But the most surprising thing found in this book were the old hand written letters, which had been written on parchment, with the words so faded you could barely read them.
The letters were sent from the same three people and regaled stories about the supernatural. These three people were Emily Bennett, Carolynn Anderson and Elizabeth Edgely, and these three people plus my ancestor made up a group of people who now are told in fairytales. These four people made up the B.A.S.E witches.
I picked up the book and held it close to my chest, wrapping my arms around it. I'd been teaching myself from this book for the past four years, since the age of fourteen, and now prided myself in being a powerful force, but being powerful wasn't the necessary step here. The necessary step was to get to Mystic Falls and unite with the rest of the living B.A.S.E witches to protect the chosen one- the doppelganger, Elena Gilbert. Her safety was the most important thing now, to try and keep one evil power from gaining too much control over us. To stop Niklaus from being able to roam free and forever cursing werewolves, turning them into hybrids using the blood of the doppelganger.
I quickly checked the rest of the house before exiting the house and standing next to Charlie, leaning against the car and staring at the house, the book still in hand.
"I'm going to miss it here," he whipsered, wrapping an arm round my shoulder. "And before you apologise, I know it has to be done. You are wonderful, but Bella, you will become phenomenal, and never let anyone tell you otherwise." He pressed his lips to my temple, before squeezing me lightly and letting me go, walking to the driver's side of the car. "Get in then, we have five hours until nightfall to make a seven hour journey."
"Sheriff, I do believe you intend to speed! How irresponsible and reckless of you!" My voice was light, taking our minds off the fact we were packing up our lives and moving on. I got into the car, closing my door behind me as he climbed in.
"Oh shush you!" He replied, closing his door, staring out of the window to my right and at the house. "Goodbye house, you've been good to us." He turned the key in the ignition, allowing the car to lurch forwards.
"You know, Dad, talking to yourself- or in this case the house- can be classed as the first sign on madness! I mean, we know you're a bit crazy but-"
"Shut up," he interrupted. "If you're going to be like this then you're walking to the motel!" And with those parting words and a few muffled laughs we fell into a comfortable silence as we began our journey in life. A journey which would be much longer than that to Mystic Falls. A journey which could alter the very meaning of life. A journey to protect the doppelganger.
Hello and thank you for reading. This chapter has been written for a while and I want to know your opinion about whether or not I should carry on writing it. If so, I also need your opinion on a pairing for Isabella and overall it would just be great for a bit of feedback off of you, whether it be in the form of a review or that of a message. So once again, thank you for reading and I hope to hear from you soon!