Prologue

The world we humans live in today is hell. A living nightmare. It seems odd that God actually 'blessed us' with life, and gave us this world to inhabit. This world was a wonderful, cheery place. That's what the legends say. That is the past. War and hell are our present and future. This world, and the creatures that live in it, define life as a struggle for power, domination, survival. Everyone has their own hope and goal, everyone tries to make a mark on this world God gave us. Everyone and everything.

Some people live in this harsh reality, letting it chew up their insides and they spit it out in anger. But other than that, some few see the world as the serene and harmless place God meant it to be. Some people who live in this world, realize that hope really exists. They push their inner essence, calmly letting it consume the harsh reality. Few live the way God wanted us to live. Harsh few.

In this world, everyone knows of the vampires and werewolves. The endless struggle for domination, power, and survival. God created three types of creatures with full, developed minds: vampires, humans, and werewolves. And where do we humans fit into this?

We are pushed aside, the first prey of the vampires. It is our few, callow technologies that are still developing that may have the power to destroy vampires. And so, because of our potential, the werewolves sided with us.

At first, it was a secret. Humans lived peacefully in their villages, unaware when a child or two turned up dead, because of loss of blood. But soon, vampires became bolder, and humans got smarter. That is when werewolves started taking form. Vampires despised the wolves, and swore to hunt them all down. The werewolves were our allies, our friends. And the antagonistic vampires fought against us. It appeared, then, that there was no solution. To the humans and werewolves, the vampires had to be destroyed to ensure the safety of human life. To the vampires, werewolves had to be killed so they could get to their food source, the humans.

And then, in a blink of an eye, the war started. There was no way for anyone, even a vampire, to calculate how many lives --undead or human-- went to waste. How many minds screamed in terror.

We were once civilized people, living in fantastice buildings now only rumored to exist, driving amazing cars. All this modern technology, this rich lifestyle, disappeared in a mere five years. Some came to believe a new era was formed. And so, we were pushed back into ancient fortresses and castles, starting new lives.

Thousands, maybe even a million, vampires rule an entire side of the country we are left in. Armies were formed, and with more vampires, there became more wolves. It is not only the wolves who fight, but the humans who have discovered new, helpful technologies that fight alongside them too.

Decades of war passed, and kingship was passed to Charles Swan, after his brother James was taken by the vampires. As soon as he was crowned, he married to enable a sure heir to the throne. However, his wife Renee bore him a daughter, not a son as was expected. But King Charles loved his daughter as was, and sent his wife and child away to one of the reticent towns far, far away from war. Where his wife, Queen Renee, would hide her and her daughter's identity until she turned eighteen.

But after seventeen years of hiding, Renee mysteriously disappeared, leaving her daughter Isabella alone, and unaware of her status in royalty. No one knows how Renee disappeared. Perhaps it was voluntary, she was so sick of being in hiding. Perhaps the vampires had taken her. King Charles had summoned for his daughter to come live with him, but secretly so word would not leak out to the vampires, especially not to the Volturi.

It was the Volturi who were rumored to be the leaders of the vampires. A secret organization of well-gifted and talented creatures, led by mysterious leaders. I spoke of hope in this devastating war, and there was hope. Legends also spoke of vampires, one coven, who found their alternative to human blood. Vampires who controlled their thirst for humans, and fed on animals. But that was a rumor, a rumor no one believed not anymore.

And so, Isabella went to move in with her father, facing the harsh reality of this world for the first time. Happy to be away from her preppy boarding school, but shocked to see the real world. King Charles did everything in his efforts to keep it a secret, setting out for his daughter to stay privately in the castle, known to only a few. To give her private lessons on magery and the technology of this world.

Isabella Swan was a complacent young girl with curling brown hair that contrasted well with her pale skin. She was mature for her age, a fitting Princess. Perhaps her only flaw was that she was not born a boy, and the line of royalty was somewhat now destroyed. But her father loved her so; to him, she was the next thing to a real seraph. An angel.

But both sides of the war kept dealing with things that weren't part of the war, and it still goes on everyday as it was destined to be. No one could bring the war to an end unless one side falls completely. Not even the strongest werewolf, the thirstiest vampire, the smartest human. Not even the strongest magic could complete this. Perhaps even God had left the war to our hands. No one.

Except for perhaps a lion.

And a lamb.