Ch. 7

Alice decided to bring half of her possessions with her, which only amounted to two bags. I looked at her incredulously.

"What? You have THREE bags. I have to bring clothing and some food, cause you've got nothing." She walked ahead of me. I caught up quick, her shorter legs no match for my longer ones. She huffed and slowed down a bit. "Where are we going?"

"To join the rebellion, duh." Alice mimicked shock.

"Yeah I know that, but how are we getting there? Do you even know where they are?"

I grimaced again, choosing my answer carefully. "Umm, I have no clue."

I watched Alice carefully decide her reaction. Would it be horror, anger, sadness, or a mixture of the three? Instead she decided on something different. "Okay then! Let's get going!" She shouted with a huge smile on her face. "I have heard a few people whisper about a small group of people joining the rebellion. Maybe they know the way."

Alice changed directions so quickly that I had trouble catching up with her. We walked through her town. My first impression of her town was that it was small, but I was wrong. We walked in silence for almost an hour before I gave up.

"Alice, it's late. Maybe we should stay at your house for the night and then go talk to them."

"No way, we need to go now, or I will never want to leave. Please Bella. Let's go now." Alice didn't wait for me to respond, she walked away into the darkness. We walked for another twenty minutes before Alice stopped and walked towards a small house. It was two story and plain looking. I followed slowly, the complete blackness heightening my senses. I heard Alice knock on a door and the moments of silence before she tried again. I stood in the darkness, just letting my senses take flight. I heard someone come to the door.

"What do you want?" A gruff voice asked Alice.

I approached Alice as she replied, her never ending cheerfulness a sun in the moonless night. "Come on, move it. We have some important business to settle." She walked inside, brushing past a man without a second glance. I got closer to the door when the man looked up. He had blue eyes and blonde hair, but clearly not the pretty boy type. He seemed tense and constantly alert. His eyes settled on me, grumbled, "Jasper.", and gestured for me to go ahead.

Alice sat at a table, chatting with a pretty strawberry-blonde girl. She immediately introduced herself as Angela. I nodded and sat down with them.

Angela continued, "My husband, Ben, is still asleep. He refuses to wake before seven, and its two. Anyway, what brings you two here so early in the morning?"

Alice leaned forward as she responded. "We want to join."

The atmosphere in the tiny room changed in a heartbeat. Angela looked grim and I noticed Jasper stood behind her with a weird expression on his face. "Girls, how did you know to contact us?"

"I overheard a conversation or two. What does it matter anyway? Bella and I are trained and have our own weapons so you don't have to worry. We want to join."

"What is your last name?" Jasper suddenly spoke, watching me intently.

"Swan." I said warily.

Jasper turned to leave, but before exiting the room he simply said to Angela, "They're legit. Give them a room and let's get some sleep."

Angela smiled warmly and started talking to me. "So Bella, where are you from?"

"A small town about a days travel from here."

"That's nice. I grew up in another town too but moved here to live with my husband."

Alice and I followed Angela as she ascended the stairs. A hallway with five doors awaited us at the top. We were led to the fourth.

"Good rest to you both." Angela said before ducking out the door. Alice practically skipped into the room, lighting a candle with the flick of a match, and settling onto one of the twin beds.

"Goodnight Bella." She said before collapsing into the covers. I sighed and sat on my bed.

"Goodnight." I muttered, pulling my bags onto the bed. I pulled out my sword for a good cleaning. I sat, sword in hand, lost in thought. My father had said that he had this sword for me, but I don't remember him ever making it. I frowned, and started looking for his seal of approval. Instead of my fathers seal, I found another intricate design, which looked almost like a rose. My heart beat faster as I tried to recall my parents as they spoke about my sword.

My mind recalled a conversation my mother had with my father.

She had said, "It is time to pass it down to her anyway. After all, it is a tradition." My father had shook his head and agreed with her as usual.

I picked up the armor that my father had made. I had found his seal of approval only two days ago, but I searched the metal again. This time, I found the same seal as the one on my sword. It was worn away, but still visible. I was shocked. Who else knew how to handle werewolf claws like my father did.

My eyes were growing heavy, so I decided to consult Alice tomorrow. As I pulled the covers up around me, I remember feeling confused and scared.