Prologue:
Alice looked like an angelic Christmas ornament as she hung from a soaring pine tree looking down at the quiet yard. On the horizon, the mountains propped up a large yellow corn moon, casting her crisp white linen dress a golden cream. Above, the stars flickered happily in the sky, rejoicing in this particularly clear night. Below her, two teenagers, a boy and a girl, lay next to each other on a flannel blanket, close but not touching.
The branches were still as Alice leapt between them, making a silent descent. If anyone had been watching, it would seem as if she floated between each limb on the wind. In truth, it was the swiftness of her movements that created her ethereal image; her feet barely made contact long enough to produce even the slightest shiver on the tiniest leaf.
From below, the girl's laughter danced through the light breeze, bringing a wide smile to Alice's face. The excitement of curiosity drew her nearer to them. She didn't need the proximity to hear what the friends were quietly whispering to each other or to make out their individual features. Superior senses aside, she would have known it was them from a mile away. She had known them all their lives, even if she had never met them.
Nearly 17 years ago to the day, Alice received her first vision of the pair; at the time, they were two beautiful newborn babies slumbering peacefully in tiny plastic hospital cribs. Delicate plastic strips encircling their plump pink wrists labeled them as Edward Masen and Isabella Swan.
Five years later, another vision depicted them as childhood friends bonded by a common loss. Isabella's mother had run off nearly two years before, leaving her father, Charlie, to manage the role of a single parent. Shortly thereafter, Edward's father had been killed in a logging accident, leaving his mother, Elizabeth, to do the same.
The visions continued sporadically over the next decade. They were unusual when compared to the typical images she received that provoked her into action; if visions could be patient, these were. They were hints at the destiny of her makeshift family, hints of future events yet to happen, and up until a week ago, they seemed to have a happy ending. Because up until a week ago, she hadn't known that one of them was fated to a life of immortality.\
End a/n: Well dears, I hope you liked this little peak. And with it, I'd like to wish my dearest BabySis a VERY happy birthday. I'll be updating this as soon as SofD is all done. Maybe in another week or two? I should say that I can be bribed...and what's a better bribe than a review? ;o) I know, I'm shameless.