Love Always,
Hailee .
Wednesday, July 22 2015 (or in more simple terms, the day of the fight)
Mom, Dad, Jake, and I were overlooking the 'playing field', as my less mature uncle referred to as, only hours before the fight would begin. I sat on the cliff side with my feet dangling over and my parents and Jacob stood behind me.
"This is it?" Jake asked my Dad, obviously unimpressed by the boulder strewn field.
Dad rolled his eyes. "Yes. What did you expect? Tanks?"
"Actually, a few tanks would be nice... Larger ones would be nice. Ness could opperate them."
"Sure, sure," I muttered. I shook my head slightly. Ah, Jake...
"No really! It would distract 'em!"
"Alright, Jake. Give it a rest... Ness, careful!" Mom groaned as I began to swing my legs and lean forard slightly. She reached for my shoulder and steadied it with her stone hand. I looked up at her concerned face.
I rolled my eyes and sighed loudly. I leaned all my weight on my fingers and flung myself forward off the cliff; easily a two hundred foot drop. I slipped through the air silently, letting my hands and arms stretch to my sides, slowing my fall. I landed on my feet in three seconds. I stumbled forward slightly, but caught myself and pushed back upward.
I grinned up inocently at my frazzled-looking mother. (I could hardly see her, espeially with the snow, but even a human could see from where I stood that she was indeed frazzled.) She thought I was so breakable! She needed to be reminded of my abilities.
I could hear Dad and Jake's laughter from down here.
I smiled, pleased that I had lightened the tense mood.
*~*~*
It was already one in the morning. Each and everyone of us were at the field. All of the leaders of the covens (Yes, Sam, too) were huddled together, trying to keep their members organized. Ben, Mom, and Michele stood away from us all. Zafrina would have been with them, but she was helping with the organizing. Mom's stance was casual. Her arms were crossed over her thin North Face jacket and she leaned a little on her right foot. Jacob was silent next to me. We sat on the snow covered ground now. The others plotted in quiet, exciteed was an aura of cautious cockiness that hung thickly in the air.
"You cold?" Jake asked suddenly.
"'Course not... Why? Are you?"
"Not at all."
"Well, then considering I'm hotter than you that was a silly question to ask." I blushed suddenly in relization of the silly way my words sounded. Like I said, Jake was like an overbearing older brother.
"I meant my body temperature," I mumbled. To my surprise, Jacob laughed.
"I know, Nessie. I know."
Inside my pocket I held fast to the snake-like diamond necklace. I hve no explanation for my actions. It felt like it woud be good luck. Mom did where it the last time...
*~*~*
It is three fifty-two. I am almost shaking in anticipation.
Jacob and I were further behind the army, as was explained to us before, slightly hidden by the white trees. Jacob was in his wolf form and his warm, fury body was in a curled up position that you usually see dogs sleeping in. I sat in between where his front paws were and his stomach. I was begining to drift asleep in the huge mound of fur. My fingers twisted into the red brown fur and I momentarily became unconsious...
It is an odd thing, deja vu. Before the moment I awoke I had thought the phenomenon was fueled by over active imaginations and human paronoia. You'll see what I mean later...
In the dream, the dream I had that lasted but thirty seconds, was that I was staring up at the sky, at a shimmering blue aurora boriealis. The aurora was indeed blue, but had a twist of lime in it as well. When I looked ahead of me, I saw them. The looked like a crashing black wave as the decended the mountain. It was horrifying to see the number of vampires they had brought with them.
I could see the headlines now, advertising for the torists in Alaska; 'Denali National Park, where nightmares become a reality.' My dark sense of humor surprised me even in unconciousness.
My eyes snapped open; Jake's low growl woke me up. I shot up fluidly. Jacob was already standing as well. Before me was our army, our resistance.
It was the most significant simbal of unity I'd ever seen. They stood in a formation alike the one previously described to the lot of us. Except each of them held each others hands. Some had looks of hope, some joy, some confusion, some undecision. That last emotion caught me off guard: undesision.
Was that what Alice had meant? Were thoughs the ones who would run away?
I suddenly caught my mother's wary eyes. She smiled at me weekly. I made a move to go to her, but she mouthed "Stay put." I abided. The meek smile was still n her face. Dad was next to her, of course. He smiled at her reassuringly.
He thre a worried look at me, but avoided my eyes.
That's when the deja vu occured.
Just as I had seen before, a wave of black - impossibly dark against the white mountain, that shined even here in the dark, stary abiss of empty sky- crashing down to where the land leveled out.
Alaxander's military tactics worked perfectly; the Volturi were falling into our half circle formation instintively. I looked up to the aurora that was slowly forming overhead. Exactley as I had saw it minutes before, there was the blue intertwined with green. Was this how Alice felt when she lived her visions?
I shivered in anticipation. Adrenaline pumped thinley in my vains. It wasn't that I was scared for myself; I was terrified for the others.
I had never felt any emotion stronger than the hate I had for the Volturi as I did now. ... So what was it that made me feel attached to them so long ago. The question seems silly now. It was Chelsea, of course. She who can manipulate every emotion you have for someone.
She made me think of them as kin. The thought still sickens me.
During the time these thoughts invaded my mind the black wave crept closer. I blinked several times. I half expected them to vanish like the nightmare had when I woke up.
Wake up, Ness! I thought, for I knew that in this war, which was nothing but cruel reality, lives would be lost. Too many lives.
The formation slowed. I could see their faces now. All were emotionless.
The wave came to a hault about a half of a football field away from us.
"Why am I not sursprised?" Aro asked sadley. His eyes were a flat black.
I could not see my grandfather's face, but he was the one to reply.
"Aro, what do you epect we do? Wait while you pick off the other covens?" he said softly.
"Carlisle, my friend, what ever do you mean?" Aro replied. He tried to make his face look inocent, but even from here I could see the lies in his eyes. "I have no intent on anything of sorts in my mind. It is you who have proposed the war."
"Of course it was!" Mom snarled sarcasticallly. "Do you think we believe your facade? It is insulting by far that you think us so dumb, Aro!" she hissed.
"He lies!" little Maggie shouted. Her finger stabbed at the direction Aro was in. "It is making my head hurt, they are such lies!"
Aro put his hand over his heart. He looked shocked, no, apalled at Maggie's accusation.
"I am sorry you believe that. I apologize, truley, I do," Aro said again, sadley.
Aro clicked his toungue three times. "This is so wasteful." the ancient man's eyes suddenly brightened. "But of course it doesn't need to be. Those of you with gifts may join if you wish, especially you and your young mate Ben." Ben winced. He balled his fists up and glanced toward Michele, whose gift was oblivious to the Volturi.
"If this does break into a fight our side will win. It is always better to play for the winning team." Aro smiled darkley. I had just realized Marcus was standing to the left him, frowning and rolling his eyes every so often. To the right was Caius's glare; full of hate, as always. Behind them slightly were Alec and Jane- their faces showed a different emotion. An emotion of annoyance.
My heart faltered as I saw some walk forward to join Aro. It was five of the strangers I had not spoken to. I was glad I did not know them.
Aro clapped his hands. "Mary Sarah! Caylee! Please get our information from our newcomers. I need to know where they'll be useful." Two beautiful women stepped forward. The first was blonde with wild curls surrounding her rennisance-esque face. The second had brown straight hair, only shoulder length. Her eyes were softly shapen and looked sweet, even with the red tints in them.
The blonde girl waved the five strangers over. Her whispers were inaudible to me.
"...Because they do not know the truth, perhaps you should see what they do in fact know, my brother," Caius said darkly. He craned his neck over our defensive line and leered in my direction.
"Good thinking, my dear Caius," Aro replied in his whispery voice. He tilted his head, causing his crow black hair to fall to the side. "Any takers?" he hissed in a light joking voice.
I furrowed my eyebrows. What is going on?
Aro's eyes were wide as he skimmed over the line. No one came forward.
Aro looked behind the line to me, much like Caius had before him. I hid my face in Jacob's fur.
"Ah, Renesmee! I have missed you! Surely you wil be willing to show me-"
"She will show you nothing!" my father shouted.
Aro sighed. He mashed his powdery lips into a fine line. "Are you sure then? We will not bargin forever."
No one replied.
Aro closed his eyes an whipped around to face his warriors. "You may attack," he sighed.
My head jerked up from the slouch I had it in. My eyes widened in terror. Our line had released each others hands and put them in front of themselves.
Snarls and growls tore threw the frost bitten air. And then the groups collided.
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OOOh, sorry bout that... Don't ya hate clifhangers ;D I know I do! Sorry it took so long to wright this one it still seems off to me so I'll probably get my amazing editor to help me. She'll be pissed that I'm putting this up before letting her see...
OH WELL! (sorry shell!)