Hi people! The vast majority of these characters and settings belong to the brilliant mind of Stephenie Meyer. One belongs to Ravenclawblonde1428, but the rest belong to me :) Oh, and the little dramatic thing directly below, it's not adressed to you, it's just dramatic. Yes, the intro is important. You didn't think I'd just throw you into a mixed story with no background on half of it did you?

Summer solstice is the one day of the year when the Earth is pulled in close by the sun's gravity causing the longest day of the year. No one knows why gravity exists. It just does. Pulling things in, protecting them. Kind of like how you somehow always manage to keep me close to you.

Intro

The woman tried to look casual as she walked into the library. She flipped her long, dark, hair out of her eyes, but yet again it fell and clung to her face on the sticky May afternoon. She carefully balanced the large handbag over her shoulder, trying to keep its contents from making too much noise. Her hand fell over the soft material once again and felt the abnormal lump. She was pretty sure that was the head. She bit her lip, once again trying to decide if this was the right thing to do, but this was the only choice now.

Maybe if she had told her parents earlier, they could have arranged something different, but she was several states away from them, her pregnancy was so easy to hide with excuses of travel costs and study needs, and now it was too late. The baby girl slept soundly, cushioned in blankets at the bottom of the bag. Besides, what would they think of her? Sleeping with a frat boy, getting pregnant, they'd eat her and the baby alive. She was the first one in her family to go to college, she'd have to quit, they'd be so disappointed in her, and she didn't have any thing near the financial means to raise a child on her own. It was easier for everyone this way.

Finally reaching the small section on Native American folklore, tucked in between the religious literature and atlases, it was rarely visited, she pulled the sleeping infant out of the bag. She looked so peaceful now, not like when she had first been born in the dorm room, screeching and flailing, and unintentionally doing everything possible to get her caught. Her eyes were now seamlessly shut, her face smooth and relaxed with rosy red cheeks, her hair swirled in little dark brown tufts, resembling her father's curls. It was better to leave her this way, have the last image of her daughter be a peaceful one. From her pocket she pulled out the note, handwritten in pink pen on notebook paper. She knew that typing the letter would make it harder for her to be found out, but she couldn't bear to leave her baby with nothing to go on, even if it was just the way she wrote letters.

She moved a few books and gently placed the baby in the hole she had made. "I'm sorry it had to be this way," she whispered, "Good luck Kelsey. I love you."

Kelsey Michaels, named after the library she was found in, grew up a foster child, moving from home to home ranging from nearly perfect, to abusive. Finally, when she was eleven years old, Kelsey found the right match with Rosalie and Collin Jacobs, neighbors of one of Kelsey's former foster parents. She lived happily with them for two years and was finally adopted within that time period. Tragically though, on way the hospital so Rosalie could deliver her first biological child, the family got in a car crash. Rosalie died as the result of internal injuries, leaving Kelsey and Collin to raise the new baby, Abby.

While Kelsey's life had never been normal, our story begins two years later, when her life takes a turn to the fantastical.

Hey! You're back! Well, if you made it this far thanks for reading! Also check out the companion story (set a few years earlier) "Can't Keep Me Away" by ravenclawblonde1428. Please review :)