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For the past ten minutes I was walking to the main hall, where I knew my mother was. Ten minutes, yeah right, I was stalling. Every passing guard gave me compressional glances, some of them were talking between themselves about the queen, whom looked to be about to explode, when she heard about today's councils meeting. That was enough for me to feel even worse.

When I reached hall, I heard her shouting:

"Where is she? I want to speak to her now! Get her here, kicking and screaming, I don't care, just get her! NOW!"

In the time that I reached the main doors, I almost fell backward, when two of my father's favorite soldiers ran over to me.

"Sorry miss, but you're coming with us,". Then they each grabbed a hand and dragged me to the hall where my mom was waiting, and my father was sitting in the farthest corner with a hopeful look, like a kid before his favorite show.

"Mom, I can explain...nothing happened," I tried to explain without causing a scene. But she had a different idea:

"Nothing happened. NOTHING HAPPENED! First, you disappear for five years, then, suddenly, we hear from some of our servants that you are in some desert. What in the name of god were you doing in Egypt? Mm, if I remember clearly your assignment was in Spain, wasn't it? I am waiting for answers, and you had better tell the truth!" she shouted, walking in my direction.

"I...Please, just tell me how much trouble I am in, please, mom. First father, then you...Why can't I just..." I couldn't form one full sentence, so I stand there looking at the floors a with sad look in my eyes, but my face like stone.

"Answer my questions, and you will answer, even if I had to order it to you soldier," she whispered in my ear. This got my full attention, and I hated it. So I gave her one answer that would make her happy:

"Ma'am, yes, ma'am"

"Good, so...begin.".

"No.".

"Bella, just answer her" my father said, suddenly, standing behind me. That's it, enough.

"What do you both want to know? Oh I know, how about you dad, would you like to know that your council made me go on a suicide mission? Do you even know about it? Or you, mom, did you know that your servants are gossiping witches?" I exploded at them. While talking I could see realization cross they faces, but I had had enough.

"Mom...dad...Did anyone ever look for me or did you think I was dead?". Nobody answered me.

"Thanks for the answers. I'm leaving. Emmett and Rosalie Hale. That is, dad, mom – I'm leaving. And dad I choose to fall if that guarantees that I will die," I told them, while turning my back to them, and going to say goodbye to Mark. I was almost at the end of hall when I heard silent cries of pain from my mother.

"Wh-why,? Why are you always talking about death, Bella? Angel, tell us why?" my father asked, fighting tears.

"Really, it's simple. Because all of you have something. Everyone in this room has a soul mate, but not me. Some of you have loving families, but what do I have? I have always had a joking father and a cold hardhearted mother," I begin to tell them, but then Mark interrupted me by barging into the hall.

"What have you done, stupid? How can you do this to us?" he shouted, getting in my face, while shaking me.

"Nothing important, just sayingwhat I should have said when I was just turned. By the way, Mark, you should be happy, the throne is yours. I always knew that you hated me for that, but here take it I don't want it," I told him, in my emotionless voice, and going through the doors. I very well knew it must be done.

So here I am ready as ever to jump. Our books say that it is enough to jump from somewhere, and think about falling, to loose our wings. And so I jumped, while hearing pained cries from my family, which was held by half of the guards who were in the hall.

Nowhere in the ancient books, was it written about the pain of ripped wings, nobody wrote about slipping into the darkness, while internally debating with oneself. Then I suddenly felt sharp pain in my heart, and my heart started to beat in my chest after almost five hundred years, and I succumbed to darkness.

It's strange, how such a simple thing as rain felt to my skin, how it hurt to lay on the forest floor. I knew that I had a few seconds until I would forget all about myself. This moment of consciousness was much simpler-I can't tell anybody who I was. Here it comes, I can feel it, peace and quiet and darkness overcoming me once again.

small author note: I was genuinely surprised by number who read my story. So big thanks to you all. But you know, a small review would be pleasant to get ;)