Hello, everybody! Wow, how much time has past? Six months? I know you must be really surprised. But well I couldn't stay away any longer. I would have come back sooner and added another chapter to this story. Yet, as I was reading it to refresh my memory I came to an unsatisfactory conclusion. It sucks, and not just because of my awful grammar. So I decided to rewrite it, to start from scratch. I decided to take this piece of trash and try to change into a masterpiece. Or well a more bearable version of it. Or I would just turn it even crappier but eh (shrugs shoulders). Anyway, here is the first entry.

Warnings: Bad Grammar

All characters belong to either Stephenie or Rick. This idea of a story belongs to me.

The Untold Prophecy

Prophecies, the bane of all heroes. Through a prophecy, heroes learn whether they shall survive or die. All prophecies are meant to be heard or read. Thus, throughout time prophecies were heard and read. Yet one particular prophecy wasn't. This one is unknown to all mortal and immortal beings except for its creator, Lord Chaos.

The deity had kept the prophecy to himself. Lord Chaos knew that if the prophecy was told at the wrong time. The idea for which he fought against and for which he was named after would be released into the mortal realm. Chaos would ensue, making wars fought before it be puny in comparison...

A heroine she will be made,

through pain and misery she will tread.

Love, what she lost and made her lost.

A love once lost is now unmasked.

Too late, she will be in darkness grasp.

Save herself or love she is to decide.

One will slay light or darkness,

it will be her destiny to decide.

I was once known by my friends as Sydney Jackson. Even if they didn't know it, this prophecy was what made them change what they once knew me by to what they now know me as. Traitor. A year has passed in the human world since my departure but to me it has been ten years. In those ten years I have changed. For the better or for the worse, who knows? If they knew, well I wouldn't care.

As I gazed at what remained of the city, that was my enemy's last stronghold, I thought about them, my enemies. I had called them friends once, but that seemed like a lifetime ago. I remembered all the smiles, laughs, and pains we had shared. Suddenly, a horn was blown, cutting me off my reverie. That same sound had once filled my heart with joy and relief. Now, well it annoyed me yet it filled me with dark amusement.

I was annoyed because they did not give up. Even when they knew they were going to loose. Amused, because they at least provided me some form of entertainment I would have not received otherwise. By this time tomorrow I will be celebrating our victory with my mistress. I took out my sword, and I heard a few gasps as I unsheathed my sword's glory. Oh, look at how they quake in fear! They had once felt protected by its shine now after their betrayal they only remembered what it had done to their brothers and sisters.

The horn was blown three more times. All of their forces reunited in one last attempt to fight back. When the sound of the last blast of the horn faded I gazed into my enemies' faces. Faces that I had come to know so well: the Olympian gods, the demigods from camp, the Cullen clan, and the pack. My amusement faded when I saw the cloaked man, that seemed to evade me every time we fought, amidst the familiar faces.

I pushed the nervousness that always seemed to sprout in his presence back in the depths of my mind. I never showed my nervousness instead I plastered the mockery of a smile in my face. My smile was wiped off my face when I got what I most wanted these past six months. The man in the cloak pushed back his black hood. When I finally gazed at his features, all the air seemed to be knocked out of me. I barely felt when I fell to my knees. My allies panicked but quickly surrounded me, blocking me from the shocked gazes of my enemies.

The hole in my chest that I had thought had disappeared ripped open once again. For under the cloak I saw the one who had driven me into what I was today. He was the straw that had broken the camel's back. He was the one that I had lost and made me loose myself. In that moment I understood the prophecy and I knew what needed to be done. I also knew that no matter what I did I was never meant to keep what I loved most.

Well, there it is. The first chapter will be posted momentarily. Review, let me know if you like it or not.