A/N: The story from here onwards now occurs approximately 60 years after the events of Breaking Dawn.
Thanks,
Grace Falcon.
Introduction (Lester's P.O.V)
I wandered alone, leaving the path far behind me. I was not sure where I was going and I mildly considered how I would find my way home, but for now, I did not care. Who was I, Lester Jones – the invisible person - to be noticed if I did not return? The sky was cloaked with smooth clouds that appeared to be grey as the light grew dimmer. I stopped and simply stared unseeingly. I was vaguely aware that there was no wind today – not even a slight breeze. When I felt an unnatural breeze pass gently over me, I turned around and stared. It was a girl with long, curly, bronze hair that rested gently over her shoulders, huge, chocolate-brown eyes and the most exquisite face I had ever seen. She simply stood there and I waited for her to break the tense atmosphere between us. "Um . . . hi?" I said tentatively, guessing that she would not speak. "I'm Lester."
"Hello," she spoke softly, still staring at me with those adorable, brown eyes. There was a long pause. A cool wind passed between us and I began to shiver, yet neither of us moved anywhere. "Excuse me," she almost whispered. With that, she turned and ran off gracefully into the trees. I stared after her, even when she was completely out of sight. Another wave of icy wind passed over me and I abruptly turned to go home.