In the year of 1948, Jasper Whitlock found himself in New York City, nicknamed The Big Apple, and the city that never sleeps.
From sweeping, scenic mountain vistas and crystal clear, tranquil lakes to revered historic mansions and stunning man-made monuments, the city definitely earned its reputation as a city that offers infinite things to do and places to see. But for a vampire like Jasper that is gifted—or as he likes to call it, cursed—with the power of pathokinesis, it was more along the lines of a nightmare.
With a population of over seven billion living in the city, it was like being whipped back in forth through a neverending cyclone of emotion. And Jasper's gift allowed him to experience and feel every. single. one. Experience them and manipulate them, however he deemed it fit to the situation at hand.
The city that never sleeps. That is true irony. Jasper was an immortal being that had no need for sleep and hadn't since he was created in the eighteen-hundreds, close to over a hundred years ago. He'd been in town for a few days, meaning it was close to time for him to move on to the next city of unsuspecting victims. Though he had grown tired of the nomadic way of life, it was still preferable to the brutal years of torture and fighting wars under his sadistic sire, Maria. The ones that he fought so hard to escape from, and the ones that still haunted him mentally and emotionally.
The sun had been down for about an hour, the clouds above were thick and grey, signs of an upcoming storm. A perfect epitome of the storm brewing deep within the empathic vampire. Jasper still wandered the streets aimlessly in spite of it all. In some twist of fate, or coincidence, he walked into The Empire Diner situated on 10th Avenue.
It was relatively empty and the emotions inside were calm and relaxed. With its red and white checkered tablecloths and cracked brown leather stools along the counter, the diner looked like every other diner he came across. There was nothing special or unique about it. Absolutely nothing set The Empire Diner apart from all the others. Only a few customers were sitting at the counter which was ideal for him. Jasper took his hat off while he waited to be seated, absorbing the quiet clinks of dishes being washed and the low hum of the appliances coming from the kitchen.
The sounds were softly muffling the pleasant conversations at the counter, though he could, of course, still hear every word. And every thudding heart beat. His throat burned with a thirst only human blood could quench.
Jasper knew that he shouldn't have even been in there. He did, however, learn a few years prior that the horrid smell of greasy human food permeating most diners, masked the scent of their blood just enough for it to be considered tolerable. After waiting for a few minutes the only waitress that appeared to be working finally noticed him. Embarrassment emanated from her as she scrambled to grab a menu and small bundle of silverware from behind the counter. She was round in the middle, dressed in a white dress uniform and had dark hair. She appeared to be in her late twenties to early thirties.
Fatigue was not only written all over her face, but seeping from her so strongly that it almost made him feel tired. She was distracted, talking to another patron as she walked over. She was completely unaware as his hungry eyes locked onto the pulsing, throbbing vein of her neck. Her neatly pinned up-do had left it perfectly exposed.
When she finally stopped in front of Jasper and allowed her tired human eyes to look him over, she gasped and he felt a jolt of fear roll off of her in waves. He stiffened his body and forced himself to take his attention off of her throat. Then he swallowed the venom that had been pooling in his mouth with a hard gulp. Jasper had caught a glimpse of himself from the reflection in her eyes, and realized that her reaction to him was more than justified; he looked horrible. His eyes were pitch black and circled with dark purple bruises—a human would think he looked exhausted or even deranged—but to a vampire, that meant he needed to hunt.
He sent her a wave of calming energy and focused on making her feel safe and not threatened. Mindful enough to not bare his razor-sharp teeth and frighten her again, he forced a small grin to put her at ease. The waitress's heartbeat was slightly accelerated from the initial scare, but he felt the specific pattern of emotions that showed she felt silly after being scared by something harmless. Jasper was anything but harmless. Briefly, he wondered what her reaction would have been if his eyes were freshly stained crimson. If he had approached her after feeding.
She looked down and shook her head, dismissing the whole thing as ridiculous. "Whew! Sorry about that sweetheart. It's been a long day, follow me." The woman said with a chuckle.
She motioned with her head for Jasper to follow her to an empty booth at the far end of the diner. He nodded and allowed her to take the lead. She tried to hand him a menu after being seated, but he held up a single hand to decline.
"Just a cup of coffee, ma'am. Make it black, please."
Jasper said it in a way that was polite enough, but made sure he left no doubt that he preferred to be left alone. Betty, as her name tag read, came back relatively quickly with the mug of brown liquid. She smiled and placed it in front of him, then headed back to the counter to resume her duties.
Once Betty had her back turned and was busy with other tasks, Jasper grimaced at the cup of brown liquid that to his heightened sense of smell, was absolutely disgusting. The coffee gave off a combination of being lightly caramelized, nutty and burnt. An attack on his senses. He barely registered the sounds of thunder in the distance as he felt himself sink deeper into the deep, dark abyss that were his thoughts.
No new patrons were seated at the booths and tables near him, which was a clear indicator to him that he was projecting his emotions and mental state outward. He couldn't complain. They were his prey, and he, their predator. Jasper wanted more than anything for there to be another way, but he was cursed to live in this eternal existence as a bloodthirsty killer and had been for almost a century. He tried to kill less often, but as much as he fought it, the thirst always won out.
Decades of taking life after life were weighing him down and threatening to crack his unbreakable form. In their final seconds, he would absorb all of their pain and fear. He took their pain and fear on as his own and manipulated it so that they would feel nothing, but peace and tranquility. Though it was more than others of his kind could offer, it did little for the guilt that stayed long after their lifeless bodies were discarded.
The memories of those emotions and the events surrounding them cycled in perfect recall within Jasper's mind more often than he wanted to acknowledge.
Somehow, he was able to snap out of the thick haze of depression long enough to look up at the vintage starburst clock that hung in the middle of the diner. Jasper panicked for a moment, realizing that for the better part of an hour he was lost in his own head. He was suddenly grounded back in reality, and hoped there was enough awareness to blink once in a while and move his shoulders enough to look human. Sensing outwards, he quickly skimmed the faces and feelings of those around and when he was satisfied that he had been successful enough in his 'camouflage', Jasper had decided to relax a bit.
No curiosity or uneasiness was detected.
He sighed deeply and almost considered downing the untouched cup of ice-cold coffee that sat in front of him. Jasper knew damn well he'd have to choke it back up later if he did. On one hand, he was fed up and maybe, just maybe, he was a masochist that wanted to punish himself. On the other hand, he knew that drinking the horrid smelling liquid and ordering another would buy him a reprieve in the safety of the diner. Some more time before the apex predator within would take another life to sustain his own.
Just as he made the decision to pick up the mug and bite the bullet, Jasper sensed her. Another vampire. His gift worked just fine on humans, but with other vampires—it was even more finely tuned. Human emotion tends to live on the surface as they're typically easy to decipher and manipulate. Vampire emotions however, are rich and complex. They provide him with a unique emotional aura that helps identify those he's already met should they cross paths again. This vampire was not familiar. Every muscle in his body tensed, despite the fact that her emotions were not hostile in the least.
Jasper knew that being this close in proximity meant she could sense him as well. Just as the double glass doors swung open, he clenched his fists and prepared himself.
When her eyes met his, Jasper felt a tsunami of overwhelmingly positive emotions. It almost felt as if the strange vampiress had known him a lifetime, like she recognized him as a long time friend. This left him stunned. He also felt a slight pang of nervousness from her, but she quickly replaced it with confidence, hope, relief, and trust as she walked toward the booth he was seated at, keeping a careful pace.
The mysterious vampire had olive skin—clearly a woman of Latin American descent—with straight, medium-length glossy jet-black hair that fell a few inches past her shoulder blades. Standing at 5'2, Jasper's 6'3 frame easily dwarfed her. The woman had a heart-shaped face, with full cheeks and a pointed chin, but that wasn't the part that caught his attention. It was her eyes—they were the most beautiful shade of sparkling gold, a striking contrast next to her skin that only served to enhance her beauty.
Jasper couldn't believe such a tiny and fragile looking creature was a vampire, and had to suppress a snort—a very human response—at the thought. She came and sat right across from him in the booth showing no sign of hesitation. Her emotions and demeanor showed him that she meant absolutely no harm, so he tried to relax.
"Major Jasper Whitlock, didn't anyone tell you it's rude to keep a lady waiting?" She asked, her voice chimed like a bell. For the first time in his immortal existence, he felt like he was dreaming and rubbed his eyes with the balls of his hands to make sure that he wasn't.
Still in shock over the unexpected meeting, Jasper dipped his head like the southern gentleman he was raised—as a human—to be.
"My apologies, ma'am," He said, and the mysterious vampiress beamed at him. She was satisfied in her ability to leave him bewildered. Then the waitress noticed that Jasper had company and made her way over to ask if anything was needed.
"Just another cup of coffee, please," The small vampire responded. His mind was racing as Betty left to retrieve the order.
"Hiya, I'm Alice," She introduced herself, extending her small hand over the booth for him to take. He was desperate for answers, as it wasn't often that someone caught him off guard.
"I'm Jasp.. well, I suppose you already know my name. By the way, how did you know my name?" Jasper asked, with a furrowed brow, his curiosity and anticipation were practically boiling over by this point. He had to work hard not to project his emotions onto her. She looked as if she was about to respond, then quickly held up one finger. He looked past her and saw the waitress turn from the counter and head back to their table with Alice's coffee.
"Thank you!" Alice said, taking the cup graciously. She began to add the cream and sugar that was sitting on the table as the waitress walked away. Her efforts to blend in impressed Jasper. When she was sure they weren't being observed and it was safe to speak, she wrinkled her nose in disgust and pushed the coffee off to one corner of the table.
"I'm a little intuitive, it's my gift—much like your ability to feel and manipulate the emotions of others." Her lips turned up into a proud knowing smile and his body automatically tensed again. She's more than a little intuitive. She had known his name and military rank as a human in the 2nd Texas Cavalry Regiment of the Union Texas Calvary, and where to find him which was already strange enough, but the fact that she'd mentioned his gift set off every alarm bell inside his brain. What if someone was watching him? Maria or someone else from the past could have told her about his gift. If she knew about his gift, she could be trying to mask her emotions or even projecting false ones.
Just as Jasper opened his mouth to speak she interrupted. "This is going to be a whole lot easier if you just trust me. I promise I'm not out to get you, Jasper." She said, raising one eyebrow with a teasing grin.
He relaxed again and let out a huff of air—feeling a bit dumbfounded. He wasn't sure what it was but the thought that the vampire in front of him could be suspicious made him feel silly. Something just told him, even then, that he could trust Alice and he began to laugh. It was the first time in a long time that Jasper could remember having the urge to do so—everything had been doom and gloom for awhile. Jasper briefly wondered how she had managed to waltz in the diner and bring the urge out of him in just under five minutes. Not even his bub, Peter managed that when he first introduced him to this life of immortality.
She smiled and they sat in silence for a moment.
Trust wasn't something Jasper was in the habit of giving lightly, but there was something about this pixie-sized vampiress that broke down his resolve. "Okay, I'm listening," He said. She nodded and began speaking in a volume low enough for only vampire ears to hear.
"Ever since I woke up to this life, I've been having these visions. One of the first I had was of me meeting you here in this very diner. I can't believe it's finally happening!" Alice gave a small squeal of excitement and continued. "Even then, I knew it was going to be years down the road before the vision came true, but it still gave me hope. I woke up to this life alone, but at least I saw a future. I worked on my gift and focused on learning who you were. It was confusing at first. It felt so urgent that we had to meet and that I had to find you for some reason. Not knowing what that reason was, I assumed for a while that it would be romantic..." She paused for a beat, letting out a feeling of embarrassment before her determination took back over.
"But then the visions just kept coming and things started to become clearer as the years went on. I saw myself falling deeply in love, but not with you. Someone else. She belongs to a coven up North. Well, really, they're more like a family and they only feed on the blood of animals." She paused, seeing Jasper's obvious shock over her last part.
"I never had the desire to kill humans and seeing their way of life gave me so much hope. I saw you struggling with our… diet the same way I was. I saw you and I traveling together to find them. It's the only thing that pulled me through when I felt alone. So, I watched their futures and tried to learn everything I could about every single one of them. I just wanted to feel connected to something, no matter how distant. The same way I have with you. And as soon as I figured out their diet I started practicing." She stopped talking for a moment to point toward her eyes, and he finally understood the meaning behind their unusual color.
"It's not as delicious as human blood, in fact it's pretty damn disgusting, but it's far more guilt-free. I've been living mostly on the blood of animals for the better part of the last decade." She said trying to maintain her composure, but the guilt crept in. "Besides a few slip ups." Alice whispered, looking down and letting out a long regretful sigh.
Jasper knew all too well just how she felt and he's been doing far more than just 'slipping up'. He sent her his strongest waves of reassurance and understanding. She looked up then, big golden eyes glossed with venom, but unable to cry. She reached across the table and squeezed his hand. The disgrace of those slip ups was coating her in a thick fog and he allowed it to swirl with his own, projecting his emotions lightly. He was careful to not overwhelm her, as his emotions were extra heavy recently and crushing her with them was the last thing he wanted to do.
Jasper didn't just want her to know, he wanted to show that she wasn't alone in her struggle. He'd never met another vampire that felt the same guilt that haunted him over taking human lives—so he understood better than most how lonely it could be. In that moment they had an understanding, a bond. He decided, then and there, maybe it'll be easy to have a friend in Alice.
"This family though," She started again, "This family will help us become more disciplined than what you or I have been able to accomplish on our own. They can give us stability in our life. We can stay in the same place for several years, blend into society, stop running and hiding. They will give us the love of a family—a mother, father, sisters, and brothers. We'll find our mates and true happiness in joining this coven. I can't wait to tell you more about every single one of them—they're amazing. I feel like I already know them, but for now... I need you to make a decision." Her words hung in the air and she could tell there was hesitance on Jasper's end. "I know this is fast, and I'm asking a lot from you, but I know that if we go, they will accept us." She paused and smiled reassuringly. "However sudden this may all feel to you, I've waited a very long time for this. Every time I would look ahead to see if you were ready, my visions would show me that you weren't and I had to wait. But you're ready now, am I correct?"
Her confidence held strong, with hope dancing around the edges. Jasper sensed no doubt coming from her; she believed every word she had said.
He didn't say anything as her words seeped in. Jasper would have to be just plain stubborn to say no. He had been—quite literally—sitting here hoping for everything Alice just walked in and offered, mere moments before she did. Yet, for some reason, he didn't feel worthy of it. He didn't feel like he deserved her friendship, let alone to have a family and a mate of his own.
A different voice—a furious one—residing in the deepest parts of Jasper's psyche thought otherwise. He could hear this other voice roar in response to his internal thoughts of feeling unworthy of a mate; displaying its disagreement and outrage by ramming full body against the bars in his mind. It was enough to give the empath an actual headache. What this other voice was saying, went along the lines of: "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I AIN'T WORTHY?!"
Jasper felt his thirst intensify in tandem with this other voice's rage.
"If you refuse, you're going to kill that waitress." Alice stated in a tone that left no questions or shadow of doubt. "You will follow her on the way to her car after her shift and before she even has a chance to scream for help, you will drain her dry."
The utter conviction of her statement brought Jasper out of the chaos going on in his mind. His gaze shot towards the opposite end of the diner where Betty was setting down a prime rib steak with a side of fries in front of an older man. He was shamelessly flirting with her, despite the wedding ring on his finger and his wife being present. Betty kept one hand resting on her stomach.
Alice's feelings shifted to concern.
"She's five months pregnant, Jasper. Will you take a moment to think about that? I'm fully aware you don't want to take her life or the life of her unborn child. I can see that it would put you past your breaking point and I don't know if you'd be able to return. I chose today to find you because I know how close you're coming to self-destructing. I've watched it get worse for you and I want nothing more than to be your friend, to take you with me and show you another way. I can only do that if you make the right choice though. I cannot, and will not, make that decision for you."
Listening to Alice talk, Jasper thought about the years he'd spent as an immortal and the thousands of human and vampire lives that were taken by his hands along the way. The memories overwhelmed his senses and his whole body felt like an exposed nerve. All the pain and agony settled into Jasper's bones and they felt as raw and fresh as ever. Alice was correct in her assessment, he was unraveling quickly and the thirst was beyond excruciating.
He looked around at all the faces in the diner. They were eating, smiling, warm, and content. All completely unaware of the ticking time bomb sitting in their midst. When his eyes landed on the waitress one last time—a fuzzy human memory of his own mother pushed through, leaving as fast as it came. Suddenly, there were no more questions. Jasper would not take her life or the life of her unborn child. They would live to see another day.
He looked back to Alice and the urge to get out of that diner was ripping through his body. He gritted his teeth and said the two words that would change the course of his life forever as he knew it.
"I'm ready."
Present Day
It has been sixty-five years since that fateful day in that New York City diner—the day Jasper met Alice and was offered another way to exist. For two years, they traveled together using her gift as their guide, in search of this family she fondly and most enthusiastically spoke about. In their time together, Alice and Jasper learnt so much from each other and he would've gladly taken her as his mate, if not for her visions telling them to wait.
Jasper owed her the world and more.
This family, called the Olympic Coven—little did either know at the time when they were in search of them—are one of the major powers of the vampire world. In contrast to the more militaristic Volturi, the oldest and most influential coven that is based in Volterra, Italy, governing the European continent where they uphold all vampire laws; the Olympic Coven were different in their ruling of North America. Despite his own reservations for joining another coven of such magnitude, Jasper quickly learned that they were peaceful and didn't war against other vampire clans without a damn good reason to.
Carlisle Cullen, founder and patriarch of the Cullen's, was nothing like Maria Cabello. As a human, she was born Maria-Theresa Cabello. After being turned, she became renown as la reina throughout Mexico, but to the newborn vampires and armies under her command she was simply their la jefa. With her dios de la guerra by her side, Maria was unstoppable.
Carlisle, unlike Maria, was a peaceful and accepting soul that led his coven with a patient hand, instead of an iron fist. His partner and mate was Esme, a very kind and gentle vampiress with strong maternal instincts. The respective natures of the patriarch and matriarch is what allowed Jasper accept to them as his adopted parental figures after joining their coven.
Jasper would never forget the love he felt when Alice met her mate in Tanya. When she realized that Tanya's gift of being able to link with the minds of others meant that they could watch the future together, she showed her all of the love and trust they would develop and the many lifetimes of happiness they would share. They never looked back. Now, after all this time of being together, it's like they have their own language. They can communicate without saying a word.
When Alice and Jasper first found the Olympic Coven, they had only eleven members to start with. Eleven mature, fully grown vampires—four of which were gifted, the most he had seen living together in any setting and far more than he ever deemed comfortable. With his past involving large groups of vampires, meeting the Cullens' for that first time set every one of his instincts on high alert. Unless they were gifted or had proven their worth, Maria never allowed a vampire in her army to survive past their first year. Jasper was an exception to that rule, and so was his Captain, Peter. One newborn—Charlotte—only survived past the annual purge because he allowed for her to go, alongside his bub.
After they joined in 1950, followed by Peter and Charlotte a decade later, for reasons even the oráculo refused to divulge, the family decided to branch off to be more inconspicuous. Even though he understood, Jasper was disappointed when Alice left the Cullens' to be with Tanya. They, alongside Tanya's younger sisters, Katrina and Irina, Katrina's own mate, and another mated pair—Eleazar and Carmen—moved to Queenstown, New Zealand—on the Oceania continent, as a sort of 'cousin' clan. They started calling themselves the Pacific Coven, after the Pacific ocean located where they live. Once settled, they were quick to establish themselves as the law enforcers for vampires on that side of the world.
The remaining members stayed for another couple of years in Calgary, Canada, until trouble started brewing in the form of Maria showing up in want of her Major and Captain. Once she saw who they joined with and had no intention of returning to her side, she was forced to return to Mexico empty-handed.
Jasper's not seen hair or hide of Maria since.
Thirteen years ago, in the early 2000s, Eleazar contacted the family about news he wanted to share. Whether it was good or bad, that was up for interpretation. While hunting, he came across a child around the age of eleven or twelve being sexually assaulted—he later learned the attacker was the child's own father—and the incident set him off. Badly. Never in his three centuries of existence, even when he served as a guard in the Volturi, did he feel such a strong urge to dole out justice as that moment. He ripped the man off the child and tore him apart, not even bothering with his blood.
They found out her name was Bree Tanner; her father murdered the mother when she found out and threatened to take Bree from him. She and her father moved from the states to live in Queenstown six years prior to Eleazar finding and saving her. He and Carmen adopted Bree, but didn't turn her into a vampire until she completed school and was of legal adult age.
Recently, the Cullen family made their move to a small town called Forks in the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington state. For the original five members of the coven—Carlisle, Esme, Edward, Rosalie and Emmett—this was the first time they have been back since the mid-1920s; over eighty years ago. It rains on this town more than any other place in the United States of America, which suits the family of vampires just fine and dandy. There are, however, sunny days. Just not as frequent as what one would expect if you lived, say, in the southern states—like Texas or Florida, for an example.
On this particular August afternoon, the family was scattered about the house doing their own thing. The sun was high today, which meant they were stuck at home, sequestered away from human eyes and the potential risk of exposure. Emmett and Peter were settled in front of the flat screen, playing Dynasty Warriors 4: Xtreme Legends and arguing over which female character was the better fighter between Zhen Ji and Zhu Rong.
Rather amusing, considering the fact Pete had a soft spot for the wild looking warrior woman. "I'm telling you, Em! Zhu Rong throws knives for her special attack! Knives! I know her knives can kick Zhen Ji's flute playing ass! It's science."
"I am starting to think you like Zhu Rong for more than just her knives, Pete. I mean, just look at the size of her rack. Now that's science." Emmett wiggled his eyebrows. This comment earned him a harsh slap upside the head so harsh even Jasper, from his position on the opposite side of the room, felt it. It was delivered by Charlotte.
Lounging on the divan with his legs crossed and an old, well-worn book titled Romance of the Three Kingdoms open in Jasper's lap, he could feel a mixture of annoyance from Rosalie and frustration from Charlotte directed at Emmett.
It was interesting how close the two girls—Rosalie and Charlotte—became over time, they were like actual sisters. Carlisle, their adopted father, was going over paperwork for the hospital and the official papers the 'teenagers' would need when they finally got started at the local high school—Forks High School. Esme was behind him with a long microfiber feather duster, dusting the books and various knick-knacks that was collected over the years.
Rosalie and Charlotte were preoccupied with the competition between Peter and Emmett. They each wanted their respective mate to win. Though one of the girls would occasionally feel the compulsion to hit their mate upside the head for something stupid that had been said.
"I told you Zhu Rong kicks ass!" Peter gloated after beating Emmett's own character in the game. "I knew so!"
From beside him, Emmett threw his controller down in frustration and crossed his arms across his chest. Peter stood up, opening his mouth to tell Emmett he won their bet when he suddenly froze. Within a span of a second, Peter's wide open mouth started curving into an all-familiar, dumbass knowing grin.
"What is it Peter?" Charlotte asked. The same time Carlisle asked. "Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine." Peter smiled, barely holding back the laugh that was threatening to erupt. "And everything is bound to get better. I know a couple of good ole boys that are about to become twitterpated."
"Come again?" Edward was playing Linus and Lucy when he hit an off note. For a ninety-five year old vampire that's been playing piano since he was human, such an action was completely unlike him, but Edward can blame that off moment on his adopted brother. He turned around to face the still grinning Peter, his eyes wide. "What in the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Esme frowned at Edward's choice of words.
Jasper knew that look all to well, and he could feel the excitement coming off his brother in waves. He still had that dumbass grin on his face, and worst of all, it was going back and forth between Jasper, from his spot on the divan, and Edward, seated at the piano. It's moments like this that made Jasper want to smack the hell out of him.
"Oráculo," He growled at him. "What do you know?"
"Now, now," Peter teased with that trademark shit-eating grin. "It's a beautiful surprise. And it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you two, now would it?"
Spanish to English translations:
dios de la guerra: God of War
oráculo: oracle
la jefa: Boss
la reina: Queen/Empress
For those wondering, no, Tanya canonically does not have a power. For those curious about the power mentioned that I gave her, here's the link: wiki/Mind_Link
Bree Tanner was originally introduced in the movie Eclipse, and briefly in the novel of the same name. She has a novella called The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner, that is out with behind the scene detail of the newborn army. Most of her background in Kissed by the Sun is true to canon, except instead of moving from Las Vegas to Idaho, she and her father moved out of the United States to New Zealand.
Other changes include that she was saved, and later, adopted by a vampire coven rather than ran away from her home life, and became a vampire much later in late. The Bree readers will be introduced to is physically between the ages of 20-23 years, instead if 15/16 like canon. Readers often ask and beg fanfiction authors to spare Bree, and this was the only way I could think to do it. If I waited until Eclipse to introduce her, she'd meet the same canonical fate.
Some scenes have stayed the same, others were changed, and new ones were added. Same goes for dialogue. Thoughts on this rewrite of Prologue?
