Disclaimer: I do not own the story or the characters of Twilight. They belong to Stephanie Meyer. However, the plot of this story and characters belong to me.
Prologue
The girl told good stories- well, good for children at least. "Di! Tell me one of your stories!" The boy, not more than 9 demanded from the bed he was sprawled on. "Okay but promise me you'll go to sleep after that." "Promise." He said, crossing his fingers behind his back praying his sister wouldn't notice. She smiled knowingly at him but didn't say anything. "I promise", he mumbled, crossing his legs this time.
"There was once a shepherd's boy," she began setting aside her laptop, "who was strong but not in the way you would think- he was crippled and for that, many of his friends made fun of him. But you see, just because he couldn't walk like everybody else did not mean he didn't have strengths. For one he was clever, wise beyond his years." "Like me?" The boy asked. "Just like you", she said.
She paused to recall the rest of the story. "One day, to test him, the king of the land called him to his palace and asked, 'Tell me boy, how many seconds are there in forever?' The boy thought for a moment. Then he said, 'There is a mountain at the edge of the world purely made of diamond. It is two miles wide, two miles high and takes two days to go around it. Every hundred years a little bird comes to sharpen its beak on the mountain. When the entire mountain is chiseled away like that, the first second of forever will have passed.' The king, delighted by his wittiness offered him a position as his adviser. His friends hearing of his feat admired him and asked for forgiveness for their behavior. From that day onward the shepherd's boy was made the royal adviser of the king and stories of his cleverness spread even beyond the kingdom. That's the end", she finished. "I'm clever too, right Di?" The boy asked wonder filling his dark eyes. "Not if you don't go to sleep", she answered and exited the bedroom turning off the lights.
Just as the boy began filling his mind with his very own stories, the man in the wheelchair, who had watched over this specific family for the last 17 years, started spinning plots of his own. She would be perfect, he thought with a certain amount of glee. He went through a door that appeared out of thin air, not to return for the next 2 years.