Hello to all!

Once again, this was originally an original story of mine, but I thought it was close enough to Ms. Meyer's world that i could borrow some of her characters and play around.

I will be posting the original version on Fiction Press.

The Cullen's and the La Push wolves aren't in this chapter, but, starting next chapter, they will be in every one.

I hope you enjoy and can't wait for the next chapter, to see how I'm going to handle this magic trick.

Reviews are much loved in this stage of the game

-Jenn

"Holly! You're too slow!

"I am not, you're just too stupid!"

"Act like ladies you two!" That was ironic, my youngest trying to get her two oldest sisters to calm down.

I smiled as I watched as three of my daughters tried to pass the time by training like their brothers.

They were so beautiful. I was always grateful for my youngest daughter's neutrality. Holly was my silent instigator. She knew which buttons to push that would have Lilly fuming for hours. Holly always was the one in the middle, or at least she had been, now she was much more vocal.

Normally, I wouldn't have minded my daughters rough housing, but lately, Holly had been restless. I didn't understand what was wrong with her. Holly had always been so quiet, but now she would get angry for the tiniest things. Holly was the only one of the children that wasn't mine by blood. Her mother had died giving birth to her and I had taken her in, on top of my own three youngsters.

"Is something wrong, my love?"

I couldn't help but smile as strong arms wrapped around my waist, "Non, I won't worry you with it, my King."

I felt him smile against my shoulder, "My Queen, you mustn't keep secrets from your mate. Tell me what trouble's you."

I sighed and disentangled my husband's arms from my waist, "Chrys, some of the children are getting restless."

"Which one?"

"Holly."

His sigh was as equally as depressing as mine had been, "I always figured that she would be the first girl. She's always seemed too centered. I'd never thought she'd change before Nigel, though. What is your suggestion? You are my best and brightest council member, what should I do?"

I looked up into my love's silver eyes, "I don't know. I think it's time to take them from here. We should take them to the real world. It is tradition."

He furrowed his brow, "Are you certain, my beloved? It seems rash. She is just the first. Should we not wait for some of the others?"

"Possibly, but you know how Lilly is. She's headstrong and as soon as she gets the bug, she's next and she'll bring her twin with her. I don't think we can handle her and Oliver changing at the same time."

My husband chuckled, "You know, Anna, I think you might be right. The two of them would tear us apart. Stubborn as mules. I certainly don't know where they get that from." I raised an eyebrow at his statement and he gasped like a fish, "Are you insinuating that I'm where they got that from? I'm appalled. You wound me with your words you wicked woman."

I snorted, "Me? Wicked? As if. Chrys, when should we leave?"

"How about now?"

"Now?"

"Yes, can you have the children be ready by nightfall?"

"I might be able to. It depends on how many questions our sixteen year olds ask me before I thwack them." He grinned at me, but said nothing as he nodded me away. I stretched up to kiss his whiskered cheek, "I'll leave you to the arrangements." He saluted me and I ran to gather my seven children.

My eldest, Nigel was easy to find. He was lying in his room, undoubtedly, drawing a picture of his latest female conquest.

"Nigel? Dear one, may I come in?"

He sprung off his bed like he was on fire. He probably was, I thought dryly. "Mother, yes, please…um can I have a second?"

I stifled a laugh, "Sure." I watched through the crack in the door as my son shoved his spiral under his bed, "May I enter your domain, my Prince?"

He laughed and the sound shook my bones. He was a beautiful male. It was hard for me to believe that twenty-one years ago, I had given birth to him. His brown eyes were identical to mine and his cheekbones were high and regal, like his father's, "You know you can. I just had to shove my dirty laundry under the bed."

"Laundry, sure." I let the last word drag out just to annoy him, "You need to pack, and we are going to the real realm, Earth."

His brown eyes widened, "Really?"

"Yes, get busy." He opened his mouth to speak, "No questions, Nigel. Pack."

He nodded and I turned my back on my eldest, he could fend for himself.

"Momma!" Two petite bodies slammed into me from each side as I rounded the corner. "Where are we going?" I sighed, of course they knew.

I pulled my youngest set of twins off my body. "And what were you two doing to know we were going anywhere?"

My twelve year olds eyes' opened wide and the turned in unison to lock blue eyes with their other half. They looked back at me and grinned, "What makes you think we were doing anything at all?"

They always spoke either in unison or they would finish each other's sentences. I was their mother and even I thought it was creepy. "Ivy, Moss, ladies don't lie."

Ivy spoke first, "But mom, we weren't lying,"

"We were just asking a question." Moss finished smoothly.

"Watch the attitude, girls." They nodded solemnly. "We're going on a little trip. Do you both need my help or can you pack on your own? It will be rainy and cold where we're going while we're there."

"We understand. We'll be ready in thirty minutes." In a flash of golden blond hair, they were gone. Off to their room I supposed.

I found Lilly's twin napping with his research notebook resting on his chest. "Oliver. Oliver!"

He jumped awake and rolled off his bed, making a thudding noise on the floor. "What the hell!"

"Oliver!" I chided.

He blinked up at me. His silver eyes were still clouded with sleep, "Mom?"

"No, I'm an apparition." I said dryly, "Oliver, please I don't need you or your twin asking questions, I just need you two to pack some of your things and be ready to go shortly. I trust you to manage Lilly."

"Why?"

"No questions, Oliver. You can manage Lilly better than the rest of us combined."

My son laughed and his brown hair shook around his ears, "I don't know, mom, Gerry's gotten pretty good at calling her down. Lilly tends to hurt me now. She's gotten too damn strong."

"Oliver, no questions and watch your language. When did you get such a vial vocabulary?"

He blushed, "Um…Well…"

"You've been sneaking out of the castle haven't you?"

"Can I pack now?"

I laughed, "Yeah, that sounds like the best way for you to spend your time right now. I'll speak with you later."

Once again, I left my son to his own accord. Gerry was racing up the stairs after her cat, "Sweetheart, go pack some things up, we're going to go on a little trip. Make sure Holly knows and tell her to pack as well." My youngest child looked up at me with her bright eyes that disturbingly had tears in them, "Darling, what's wrong?" Even though she was eight, Gerry only showed extreme emotions.

"Momma, something's wrong with Holly."

"What are you talking about?"

Gerry hiccuped on her tears, "She attacked Lilly. We were just playing around and all of the sudden she pinned Lilly to a tree. I think she's going to hurt Lilly."

My heart stopped beating in my chest, "Chrys!"

I heard my mate's voice in my head, "What's wrong, my dear one?"

"It's Holly, outside in the yard." I felt my husband bolt from our chambers, "Gerry, please do me a favor, tell the others not to go outside. Find Oliver and stay with him in his room. He'll be in pain if Lilly's hurt."

"Please, mommy, don't let Holly or Lilly get hurt." My eight and a half year old hadn't called me mommy in years.

I kissed the top of her brown curl covered head, "I'll do my best, baby, I'll do my best."

I ran in the opposite direction as my youngest and burst out the side yard doors, "Holly!"

My adopted daughter's waist length black hair was whipping around her in the wind. She had her pale fingers wrapped around Lilly's neck, "Holly let her go. Fight me."

She swung her head around and I gasped. Her normally green eyes were red, not just red, but a vibrant blood red. "I want her to leave my Gerry alone."

"She will I promise, just come here and fight me. I'm stronger than she is. If you can beat me than you will be able to protect Gerry. I promise."

Holly let go of Lilly and she lay gasping on the ground, I would have to wipe her memory later.

Holly pulled back her fist to hit me as she moved forward. I stood still, waiting for the impact that I wasn't going to evade. Just as her fist moved forward, Chrys tackled her to the ground, "Let me go!" She tried to reach any part of his skin that she could, but my mate knew what he was doing.

"Holly, calm. You don't want to hurt anyone. Calm."

I joined my husband and pinned her head in my lap, brushing stray strands of black hair from her face, "You're not doing it right, my love." I pressed my lips to her forehead. Her body stilled nearly instantly. I had my magic rooted into my children. I could guide them with my mind and now, I reduced Holly to her most normal state.

Chrys let her go and she gripped my hands and pulled herself into my lap. I continued to brush her hair with my fingers and she started to bawl. "Hush, child of mine, hush. It'll be okay."

My husband's hand joined mine on our daughter's head, "I'm glad we're leaving soon. She can't take much more." I nodded and after a few moments, Holly had fallen asleep, "I'll take Holly to the entrance hall if you'll help Lilly and get the others down stairs without killing each other." I nodded tersely and helped my mate adjust our fifteen year-old in his arms.

Lilly was lying unconscious on the grass, "Can you get Lilly too?"

"Sure."

"I'll have Oliver pack for her."

It took me fifteen minutes to gather the rest of the kids. Oliver hadn't fought me when I'd told him to pack for his twin, he'd felt her pain. Although, he nearly had a coronary when he saw the bruises forming on his twin's neck, bruises in the shape of their sister's hands. He hadn't thought that someone had tried to strangle his twin. Chrys shut him down quickly enough and Gerry held her tongue.

Gerry, although my youngest, was by far the most mature and intelligent of my children. It was disconcerting to look into her violet eyes; they had an all-seeing edge to them. Gentility ran in her blood as well as in her name, Geranium.

Before I could ask her to, she walked to her still unconscious sister and placed her hands over the purple hand marks on Lilly's neck. I smiled, when she pulled away, not a mark was left on her sister's pale, thin neck.

Chrys came from behind again and wrapped his arms around my waist, "Anna, we need to leave, unless you want to deal with my mother coming out here and skinning our butts for me trying to take you away. They really do adore you."

I giggled and he kissed my neck, "I'm glad I was the first girl you brought home, your parents don't know what they're missing. Hey, It's better for me, I get to be a queen."

"You're the only on I'd have, Anemone."

"Oh gag me, don't call me that. It's Anna."

"It's your name."

"Blame my mother, Chrysanthemum." I stuck my tongue out at him.

Nigel, trying to gain our attention, held up his hand like a school child, "Could you two, perhaps, not do the kiss and flirt thing you two like to do and let us get going?"

Chrys sighed and let his body slump on my shoulder, nearly pushing me down, "I guess, but how do you think that you came along."

All of our conscious children groaned, except for Gerry, she did, however, wrinkle her nose in disgust. I shrugged Chrys off and hoisted my youngest up onto my hip, "Are you ready to go?"

She nodded and I elbowed Chrys in the ribs. A few seconds later and my family and I had switched worlds. A collective breath was taken as a reaction to the subtle pressure change. Lilly and Holly moaned. I'd assumed the pressure change would wake them. Their eyes opened.

Lilly's silver eyes were fully dilated, some of the blood vessels had popped, "What the hell was that, Holly?"

Holly blinked in the sunlight that was streaming through the tree canopy, her still bloodshot eyes hypersensitive, "I'm not sure? God, did I attack you?" She started gasping and Gerry hugged her, easing the pain in her body from the change.

Lilly rubbed her neck, over where the mark of Holly's hands should have been, "I don't remember. Really, I'm fine though thanks for asking."

Holly snorted. "You sure sound fine, smart ass."

Lilly grinned, "It's a quality, you're just jealous." Holly rolled her eyes at her.

Chrys coughed to silence our children, "Well, guys, welcome home. Forks, Washington.

P.S. All their names are flowers, I hope you noticed. If you didn't, than you know now. It plays a small part in my little plot here.

P.S.S. Please review. It's hard to know what I'm doing right and wrong in a story if no one reviews.

Thanks,

-Jenn