My story isn't really one that should be told. It should be kept in that secret treasure chest at the end of our beds. Always locked, and placed in the back of our minds.

It's difficult to think back to where it all started; where everything was still unbearably simple.

Yet, I find that sometimes simplicity, in the right light, is over-rated.

When I was born, I didn't realize I was planned for something bigger. As and infant I happily cooed my way into what I desired.

There are days when I wish I was still just an infant, free of the burdens that grew heavy on my back--But then there are days when I wouldn't change my circumstances for the world.

It all started the day I moved to a little green town of Forks, Washington.

My destiny awaited me.

I was the Protector.

But who would protect me? From my worst enemy at that-