AN: Special thanks to the lovely and talented Ashley, Ms Skittles, or Ms Ashley as I call her. She's my Spiritfinger Cheerleader Beta and I love her. She makes you think that you can do anything, so here I am because of her. This is my story started from a One Shot Contest I had decided continue until… I plan to post some songs, pictures, videos on my profile as I can to enhance the vision I had while thinking and writing it. This is the little Prologue Alice's Vision. I hope you like it and tell me what you think.

Disclaimer for now: My Granddaddy's bought a Brownie Flash Six-20 camera in the late 1940's. He took pictures of my Grandmother with it and I own it. I do not own Twilight nor the wonderful characters I am using to endure living through my imagination.


Alice's Vision

It is Sunday morning. The atmosphere is different today than any other day this past week. There is a calm like before a storm. A breeze coming through the window ruffled the silk curtains open drawing Edward's attention away from probably the mental noise of everyone, with the exception of our Bella. He had agreed to a compromise for brunch in bed to attending a service at Saint Martinas, a little quaint chapel, Bella loved to go to from time to time. She had it on her calendar, "Service at Saint Martinas." A throat cleared bringing everyone's attention to it, it was time.

Father Nadina looked at his attentive yet smaller than usual congregation and began to read from his Bible:

"Ecclesiastes 3. There is an appointed time for everything, and a time for every affair under the heavens. A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant. A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to tear down, and a time to build. A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them; a time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces. A time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away. A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to be silent, and a time to speak. A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. What advantage has the worker from his toil? I have considered the task which God has appointed for men to be busied about……. And I saw that there is nothing better for a man than to rejoice in his work; for this is his lot."