midday star
emily moscoso
A Book Partially Following The Life Of
Renesmee Carlie Cullen
PREFACE
I stood, proud and sure, at my mother's side and looked at the ones around me. I couldn't say people, because, they weren't exactly human. Yet, I wasn't either, not fully, at least. My short life had not even started, I still had forever to live. I heard my father hiss, then my mother, even louder. She tightened her protection around us. My father stepped forward to face the immortal with jet-black hair. I waited. Their palms touched. I waited. Then, my name was called. A snarl ripped out of my mother. The immortal gestured for me to come forward. So I did, prepared to face my fate.
