Chapter 1

She woke up to ocean blue eyes and a timid smile. A handsome stranger sat next to her bed. It seemed he had been sitting there a while.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Cullen," he said. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay," she answered. She looked around trying to figure out where she was.

"You are at Forks Hospital," he said. "You have been asleep for 2 days."

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Do you remember being in a car accident?"

She shook her head.

"Do you remember your name?"

She thought for a moment and was surprised when she came up with no answer. She shook her head again.

Dr. Cullen sighed as he rubbed his face with this hand then ran it through his blonde hair.

"Does the name Bella sound familiar?"

"No," she quietly spoke.

The doctor reached into his white lab coat pocket and pulled out a charm bracelet and laid it in front of her. She eyed the jewelry closely looking at each charm: A ballet dancer, a swan, half of a best friend heart, a crown, a musical note, the number 1994, a bow and arrow and the name Bella. It was a beautiful charm bracelet.

"Does this look familiar?" he asked.

She shook her head no.

"You were wearing it at the time of the car accident."

Car accident? She thought.

He took the girl's hand in his own. She stared back at him confused and very frightened.

"Don't worry. We'll figure it out," he said.

For some reason, she knew that they wouldn't. She didn't remember anything at all.

She decided to go by the name Bella. It was on the charm bracelet that was currently secured around her wrist. The older nurse, Cindy Cope, said she looked like a Bella.

"We need to check your scars, Bella," Dr. Cullen said as he walked into her room, chart in hand.

"Scars?" The nurse Mrs. Cope said it was a miracle that she came out of the accident completely unscathed. They were just going to keep Bella for observation. Bella knew they just didn't know what to do with her. Dr. Cullen said she was suffering from amnesia.

"On your back. They are not from the accident but they seem only recently healed."

He motioned for her to sit up and forward when he untied the gown so he could see her bare back. He prodded her back but Bella could not feel anything.

"They don't seem to be infected so that's a good thing."

Bella nodded. "Can I see them?"

"Um sure," the doctor said. He handed her a mirror and motioned across the room that had a long mirror hanging on the wall.

She shuffled her way there, mirror in hand.

"Put your back to the long mirror and hold your hand mirror up," Dr. Cullen instructed. She did what she was told.

She gulped when she saw them. These were intentional scars…someone had done this to her. They were too perfect to be caused by an accident. Perfect parallel lines that curved outward shot down her back. Indentations of where her cuts were sealed like a shoe laced were a bit red and still swollen.

Dr. Cullen was going to ask her if she remembered where she had gotten such large scars from but the surprised look on Bella's face said it all. She didn't know.

She held on tightly to the man's rough hand as he lead her through a maze of halls.

"Daddy," Bella heard herself say.

The man looked down and his thick mustache turned up in a smile. He picked her up suddenly swinging her in the air. She squealed in delight and she held on tightly to him. He set her back down and continued leading her to their destination. As they approached the old wooden doors, the guards stepped aside, kneeling to the ground as they approached.

"You're Majesty," the guard stated as he opened the door. She watched her father nod towards him as they made their way through. Bella's young eyes brightened as she stepped into the arena. She climbed up on the ledge as she watched warriors below swing their swords. Her envious eyes followed each of their movement, memorizing each step. She wanted to learn so badly to fight like a warrior, but her father strongly disapproved. It wasn't proper for little girls, he said. He couldn't stop her from her pretending in the privacy of her room.

Soon everyone's attention was captured to center of the arena. She watched as warrior after warrior fell to the ground. She couldn't see who the great warrior who was winning a fight against many men single handedly.

"Who is he?" she heard her father ask. She looked up to see her father talking to a dark man.

"The son of Anthony Mason," the man said.

"Mason, huh?"

"Yes, you're majesty. Strong warrior blood flows in that family."

Bella stood on her tippy toes, straining to get a better view of this son of Anthony Mason. She could hear the shouts and grunts from the men below.

"He is unique, only 9 years old. He is graced." The man continued.

"Graced?" her father's voiced surprised.

The man nodded.

"Cullen!" The dark man called out. "Step forward."

"Daddy please," Bella called lifting her arms towards her father. She desperately needed to see. Her father swung her up so she could perch herself on the balcony. She looked ahead and saw a young boy stepped forward. His eyes met hers and Bella felt her heart stammer. He was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. She had never wanted anything in her short life, but as her eyes set on the boy, she knew she would want nothing else in this world but him.

"Has he winged already?" her father asked.

Upon hearing her father's question, long platinum wings shot out behind the boy's back. If she thought he was beautiful before, the wings made him look heavenly. She felt herself blush as she admired them, her eyes not able to leave him.

"Daddy," she quietly spoke. "Can I keep him?"

Bella awoke to an older woman with brown, badly permed hair stepped into her hospital room. She tapped the side of the door, alerting Bella before coming in. She wore a brown suit and nervously stood waiting for Bella to acknowledge her. She was new to her a job and this case she was assigned to was unusual. Bella looked at the door and turned down the TV that had been playing while she had been napping. She rubbed her eyes and looked over to the woman.

Taking this as a cue to come in, she pushed her red glasses up her nose as she took a seat in the chair next to the bed.

"Hello Bella," she said. "How are you feeling today?"

"Okay."

"Good, good," the woman said as she shuffled through her bag, finding a green folder and placing it in her lap.

"My name is Samantha Drake, but you can call me Sam. I've been assigned to your case."

"Case?" Bella asked.

"Yes. And yours is a quite unusual one."

Sam leaned forward, her brows furrowed as she was thinking of the best way to carry on this sensitive conversation.

"Do to your unique situation and with you being a minor, we must discuss the best situation for your future."

Bella could do nothing but stare at this woman. Nobody claiming her was a unique situation?

"The good news is, the Cullen's are a foster family and they would love for you to come live with them for the time being."

"Dr. Cullen's family?"

"Yes," Sam said too enthusiastically. "They have a great home in Forks and there are a few kids that live there already that are right around your age. I think you'll find yourself very comfortable there."

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