AN: So, got a pretty good crowd for this:) Woo! Excited!
Disclaimer: Again, I own nothing of Twilight, unless it is original characters. In that case, they are all mine.
Chapter One BPOV
The next morning came quickly, and I found myself being rushed out of my bed by Alice. Apparently they had begun once again. The past few days were peaceful. The fighting had ceased. My father decided he needed time to gather strength. The other side just wanted the fighting to cease all together, but my father wouldn't have it. Again, my father was a fool.
Robain had begun a war against 'the otherside', as they call it. Only Alice, I, and my father knew of their true territory name. Lunera was a beautiful place, from what Jasper had described. What started as simple hopes of pleasantry exchange and trade for each side quickly turned into a bloodbath. My father was power hungry. Once he realized how many resources, acres of terrain, and the diversity there, he declared war, his reasons to Robain cruel and unsound.
I quickly made my way to the medical tents set up outside of the warzone. They fought right on borderlines, but Lunera fighters were getting closer and closer to crossing our lines.
They usually lay moaning on the cot, witches and warlocks of all kinds. Ethaleans, Spiritai, Flamastes. Each with different injuries, some worse than others. But only two are here this time. Defenses were being torn down. It wouldn't be long before the vampires took over the camp, and more bodies being brought in. I knew this, yet I couldn't care. My mind was on Jasper. Was he safe? Did my own kind kill him? I heard the boasts from the warlocks of vampires being burned alive, from the inside out, the outside in. Was he one of the ones that didn't get away? He was on the front-lines, a leader among their ranks, though I wasn't sure how high. A battle strategist extraordinaire, I believe. He would make it out alive, wouldn't he? I had to believe he would, for my own sake. But I couldn't sense him. Hadn't been able to since the previous night when he crossed territories. Was he blocking me? He only did it once before. I was brought out of my thoughts by an angry voice.
"Get over here, witch! I'm in pain." He lay on a cot, bleeding from his abdomen. The man I attempted to heal just now had passed away seconds before from a vampire bite. Bites were deadly to our kind, as at a certain age we became immortal. I couldn't save everyone, like I couldn't save this man who probably had a family, a daughter or a son hiding away in their home. I pulled a sheet over his head and walked to the man who had rudely beckoned me over.
"About time! I'm dying here, and you are trying to save lost causes." The man sputtered blood out on his last sentence, specks which had made their way onto my shirt. I chuckled in my head as the man cursed under his breath when I lifted his battle gear off to get a better view of his injury. It wasn't as bad as the man was egging it on to be. A slight cut to his stomach was made, a vampire who had gotten too close. The vampire was probably now dead, unless he or she retreated quickly.
I could easily stitch the wound up, though my father preferred I used other methods since battle was imminent. Using the last bit of strength I had, as all my energy was used to try and bring the other warlock to life, I placed my hands over his wounds and began to chant.
"Abathai, abareth, malath egeth, sosain." I chanted thrice. I could feel the energy flow through me, electricity running through my veins. Head to toe warmth spread, finally reaching my fingertips where the magic happened. If my eyes were open, I would see violet light glow beneath my hands as the words, the spirit, the magic healed the warlock underneath them. I was the only healer witch in our lands, the rest were warlocks. I was thought odd, but somehow they always needed my help. With the final word chanted, the warmth left my body, my breath leaving along with it, and I fell back onto the floor, my legs too weak to keep myself up.
"Dumb, witch. Can't even stand on your two feet. Don't know why Mathiah employs you. Don't you know there is a war going on, little girl, that I have to fight? Seconds that I am on this cot are men who have died on the field." The man spoke harshly to me. I wanted to fight back, argue. I should have, but my energy was too depleted. I was too empty, and nothing I could say would change this man's mind on the duties of witches, especially an odd healer witch.
"Watch your tongue, Caius. That is Mathiah's daughter you are speaking to. Respect her, or vampires won't be the only thing you have to worry about." Jacob. He spoke gruffly, an unpleasant sound to my ears. Jacob was tall, buff, and one of the most powerful warlocks my father had fighting on the field. He was second to my father.
"My apologies, Chief. As well as you, My Lady." The man cast his eyes downward, and I smirked up at the man. Of course he would cower knowing I am the daughter of Mathiah, the high Warlock , Leader of Robain.
"No harm done, warrior." I said, finally able to speak. I slowly got up with the hurried help of Jacob, thanking him silently, as ordained, for his help with the man.
"Leave us, Caius. All Flamastes are to report to Copper Field. New orders are being received." With a nod, the man scurried out of the medical tent, leaving Jacob and I alone.
"Are you okay, Isabella?" Nod.
"Did he harm you?" Shake no. Don't speak.
"Good. You need your strength for tomorrow night. The wedding has been moved up due to new developments. You father hopes you understand." What? All of a sudden his hand came across my face. I shrunk back from Jacob, placing my hand on my stinging cheek, hoping to ease the pain. I had not realized I spoken out loud.
"You do not speak unless given permission, Isabella. You understand?" Nod.
"Good. This will happen whether you like it or not. Tomorrow Isabella. Accept it or not, it will happen." With the last statement, he stormed out of the medical tent, leaving me to my tears and thoughts. I looked in a nearby bucket, checking the mark on my face. Jacob's handprint was highly noticible. It was ugle, marred my cheek. I took water and splashed it on my face, hoping to wash the lingering feel of his hand away.
Four days cut down to one. But why? What was happening in the next four days that would cause this?
As if answering my question, dark clouds gathered in the sky above. Noises crackled in the distant mountains, where battles were occuring. Ethaleans. Earth warlocks. It was a retreat signal. It meant my father had made a decision, one that was rumored for days now. We were no longer pretending to be on the defensive. We were going on the offensive.
With this revelation, I slightly panicked. If Jasper wasn't already dead, he could be soon. Powerful spells have been written. Power has been tripled. How would the people of Lunera survive this wrath? And then another pressing issue: I would be marrying Jacob soon. I had to see Jasper soon. I had to tell him!
"Go to him." I turned, my eyes wide in panic, to the front of the tent and saw Alice standing there, that knowing look in her eyes. She must have seen the confrontation between Jacob and I. As if reading my mind, she nodded.
My sister was a fortune seeker, though everyone assumes she was just a Spiritai, able to use the spirits to bring about luck. Only I and her love knew her true power.
"He needs to know, Izzy. Plans need to be made. Things are going to get ugly real soon. I can see it happening. Go to him, and then come back for me, soon. Very soon." I gave the pixie girl a hug, and left the tent in a hurry. Alice would cover for me if anyone wondered to where I had gone.
I quickly headed back to the cottage, jumping zone portals as often as I could. Running into my room, I changed out of the green medical dress I was wearing and into a pair of trousers and a tan blouse that no one knew I owned. Pulling my hair out of its bun, I then headed into the woods next to my cottage where Jasper always stood.
"Menaith asetho antai." Three words used and I was cloaked from the warlocks and witches of my land and visible only to the vampires. It was a spell I had concocted form a dream once. I didn't know if it would work, but after hiding in my father's meeting with his leaders, I knew it worked very well. From that one meeting, I was able to get more information than I thought possible. And I told Jasper it all.
I trekked carefully through the woods towards our usual meeting spot, a place in the center of the meadow that only he, Edward, Alice, and I knew of. It was our safe haven, and our door between Robain and Lunera territories. Alice and I had created the portal and disguised it much of the same way as the cloaking spell I was currently using. Protection. We all needed to stay safe.
I wasn't sure how long it took me to walk to the meadow. Time was irrelevant to me. But as I stepped into the meadow, the gloomy air present, the flower looking wilted, he was not there. I was unnerved. Surely I had not missed our time? I decided to wait.
I waited.
And waited.
Yet, he did not show. Gathering courage, I did the only thing I could think of. Remembering the words Jasper told me, I opened the portal, the trees of Lunera staring back at me, and I stepped through.
Any way. Next chapter will be Izzy's confrontation with the vampires, and maybe a flashback or two. I know I'm ready for Jasper to come in, yes?
