Hello! I know I shouldn't be starting yet another story, but I've got so many ideas right now I'm afraid I'll lose some of them if I don't write them down. This chapter is very short, only a prolouge. I promise I will update soon, I already have the second chapter written out. One more thing. I need a beta, so If you want to, send me a PM please, with a explanation on how betaing works- I'm clueless! Enjoy.
Prolouge
She stood at the edge of the forest, staring into the woods were he had vanished. Her hand drifted to her forehead, where the nerves ran around in a frenzy, trying to remember the feeling of cold lips against her skin. For a second, she was tempted to cry. Then she shook herself.
She was strong. After all, she had single handedly mastered the ability to change her appearance and age by will. She had survived over one hundred years and would last many more.
No. However much she loved him, Bella would not cry over Edward.
Bella lived on after that. When the time came, she faked her death and reappeared as a newborn girl in another family. The cycle repeated over and over again, always in the same state or country that he was in. Until the bombs fell, Panem rose, and Bella, now a teenage girl named Mary Scott, disapeared. She fought in the rebellion with the Cullens, as Louise Smith. Then, 65 years later, won the Hunger Games as a twelve year old, Marylin Fox.