Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer (author of the Twilight Saga) and so therefore I do not own her works. What I ADD into the story is mine (example: different characters, the plot, etc.) but the original themes, ideas, plots, characters, script, etc. are solely the works of this awesome, famous person, and her associates.
Important Author's Note: Welcome everyone to our new fic! Before you begin, I would just like to mention and say a huge thank you to EgyptAdbydos, who I am CO writing with! :) This is a team effort.
Prologue
The sleeping city was silent as the moon rose high in the sky, basking her silvery-white glow across the still landscape with a soft, maternal radiance. The inhabitants were quiet within their homes; many were deep in slumber, until a piercing scream broke through the calmness and startled a selective few from their beds. As soon as it rang, it was muffled by a heavy stillness that settled down within the thick stone walls of the city's ancient castle.
A young boy, verging on the age of twelve with dark brown hair, was spread limply across a crude straw-stuffed mattress. The abnormal stillness of his body gave an illusion of premature death, yet the rapid beating of his heart and the laboured hum of his breathing, indicated that he was very much alive. He had the beautiful features of an innocent child, fashioning an appearance of utter angelic beauty with lips that were full and pleasant, skin that was pale and flawless, and a body that was slim and toned. His face was twisted into an agonised expression of pain, but after a few seconds, it smoothed out to something peaceful.
As the boy sensed the odd quietness about him, his eyes slowly opened. The crimson redness of his irises contrasted disturbingly with his youthful beauty, and the thick lashes of his eyes lined his face in a haunting way.
The newly awoken lad let out a small gasp of surprise after three days of excruciating pain, and feeling his heart stutter to a stop, he was surprised by how everything was so clear. He could make out the different textures within the ceiling and the tiny dust particles floating above him. He could hear animals outside, birds calling to each other miles into the distance. He could sense everything, and it was astonishing.
He sat up quickly, remembering his twin sister and the burning she must have suffered too, but as soon as he moved, he saw a man who had the ethereal features of a god with black hair to his shoulders, immensely pale skin, and red eyes. His clothes were of the majestic style only nobles or royalty ever wore, and he had two others with him. They too were dressed with fancy clothing, but their style was much less superior than the first man. They had light-grey cloaks, and all three wore a golden "V"-shaped crest around their necks. The one on the right was lean and muscular with short, light brown hair. He was tall, but not as lofty as the one on the stately man's other side, who had short dark hair, a dauntingly muscular build, and the grave, watchful eyes of a hawk.
The boy was meaning to ask them if they knew the whereabouts of his sister—as he could sense she was still alive—but a feral snarl escaped from his throat in a defensive sound far from the politeness of his vocabulary. He leapt from the bed with unexpectedly graceful movements and landed on the other side of the room, growling lowly as he slipped quickly into a protective crouch. He watched as the first man of the highest rank placed a firm, restraining hand on the intimidating man at his side, although his eyes never left the boy.
"Easy, Felix," he murmured, and the new youngster startled at the delicate ringing of his voice. It was gorgeous, and yet still very masculine. "He is new, only just reborn." His eyes flitted up to the large man's. "He is merely a newborn."
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