Prologue
Enter Bella
Bella- Ponderings of that black bird who snatches life, the thing
that dost tenuously weld those of mortal blood t' th'r shells, hath
ne'er stayed in my mind- Yet I hath much cause these few months
past. If that ebony Raven of Hell – despite any neglect of mine-
winged withal my thoughts I would not have it been such as this.
No breath steals 'cross mine bloodless lips as the eyes of
darkness hold me fast. The Hunter hath his prey presently and
pleasantly.
'Tis noble, 'tis not, to meet death in the stead of one in
whose possession is the heart of one's own? Doth it count for
naught? Or is't yet a shine of honor in this; the most noble of
sacrifices? Yea, there must be… there must…
If never had I clasped mine eyes to the town of Forks th'
dark caw would not sound in mine ears. Still, even the dooming
caw is not reasonable cause for mourning when it signifies the
midnight of a fantastical life truly lived. With my heart's all I regret
not my time in Forks despite th' terror in mine soul and heart of
hearts.
The Hunter's lips curve t' th' smile of a friend as he yet
comes forward to aid the black winged raven.
(Exuent)