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The Romans always said that the British sky was the permanent abode of Neptune, the Gods of storms for the sky remained grey and dismal throughout the year. If it wasn't raining, it was snowing and if it weren't snowing, it was raining. Such was the weather of the Isles during the age of Merlin and Morgana.

However, that was the perspective of the romans. The Celts and the woads took pride in their beautiful land; the expansive highlands, the glens of the North and the beauty of the dales through which rivers meandered their way to the majestic ocean.

Over the centuries Britain had changed, but if something hadn't it was the weather.

Like the romans one said, if it wasn't snowing it'd be raining. On one such day while the magical descendants of Merlin celebrated their victory over the most heinous dark lord of all time, eight teenagers writhed and screamed in pain in the bowels of a dark and dreary castle, in the middle of a forgotten glen in Scotland.

Charmed to be invisible to the eyes of anyone who hadn't been granted permission by the master of house, the castle was virtually non-existent to any and every person who wasn't aware of its existence.

A bat-eared house elf kept on beating himself with a hot poker but it wasn't him who was screaming. The screams that echoed through the cold and dark hallways of the castle belonged to the heroes of the war, heroes that were still fighting, fighting for their life but little did they know that their life would come at the cost of their death...

Hours passed, the candles lighting the room were breathing their last, striving to keep their flames alive. The screaming lessened, transgressing into moans and then into utter silence.

A cool breeze blew through the room, extinguishing the last candle leaving the castle in darkness but not its occupants for at that very moment, eight pairs of eyes opened, each gleaming like the sun but their brightness was soft as the moon.

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Forks was like any other small American town. The man of the house worked to earn a livelihood for his family; he either owned a small business or worked for state services. The lady of the house remained at home to look after her family but there were those who were self-employed to contribute to the family. Then there were the kids, who were living the American dream to make a life for themselves in the big city.

No one could blame them, Forks was a sleepy town. There was little to no chance of anyone making it big here. The kids all had big dreams. So did Jessica Stanley, ex-student body president and captain of the Volleyball team at Forks High.

Jessica had managed to enrol herself in Berkley, university of California. Sitting in the front seat of her dad's station wagon she couldn't wait to get out of the town. True she was famous in her small town but she had been outshined by Bella Cullen nee Swan.

Jessica had always been envious of Bella.

Since her first day at Forks High, Bella had managed to garner the attention of each and every boy including her i.e. Jessica's 'current' boyfriend Mike Newton.

The boys seemed to go gaga over Bella and if it hadn't been enough already, much to everyone's surprise and to Jessica's shock Edward Cullen had asked Bella out and it hadn't been a whole two years when they tied the knot.

It had been strange, Jessica always thought to herself. All the Cullens were.

How could an entire family of adopted children look so similar? No, they didn't look similar, but they all looked equivalently gorgeous. Except for Blondie, she was truly and exceptionally exquisite. Oh! How Jessica had cursed the day Rosalie Cullen had walked into Forks High probably more than the day Bella had walked in but unlike Rosalie, Bella had been good to Jessica. Jessica had to admit had it not been for Bella going out with Edward she'd have never been able to date Mike.

Jessica sighed and turned her eyes to look past the window. They were on ridge road, and Jessica caught her last glance of Forks and the far off La-Push beach

Saying her final goodbye, Jessica thanked the stars that she was on her way out. There was nothing interesting left for her in Forks but she couldn't have been more wrong for at that very moment. Four sports cars whizzed past them on the highway, their drivers driving them at inhuman speeds. In a blur of colours the cars crossed them. Sports cars weren't a rare sight in Forks.

It was common knowledge that the Cullens were very fond of cars and they took great pleasure in driving them. Not only them but a few of their occasional visitors too brought in cars that were a rare sight, and ones that very expensive. These people were probably headed their way. Anyhow it didn't make any difference to her.

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