A/N: As I said before, I have been pondering another installment. Let me know if that would be met with readers. R&R if you so desire.

I do not own Twilight, I just play with the characters.

BELLA

Okay, a lot has happened in the last few weeks. The magical families that have been cursed into barren marriages decided to make a try for fixing that. The only real way of doing that is going after Jen and her mother because they are the two who are really dedicated to the curse. Jen's mom was the one who cast the curse after her family was very awful to her for falling for a mortal. Jen, Dakota, and I, with some assistance from our loved ones for back-up of course, by going back in time and watching over things from the day that Jen's maternal grandparents meet until the day we went back in time. Well, that was dull work because Mary Beth, the oracle, had spirited Jen's mom away about that time to her home. The time thing was very confusing, as matters of time always are. But in the end, both Jen and her mom are safe and sound. The magical families are not happy with this, but as the other immortals outnumber them they really can't do anything about it. Never thought I would say it, but the Council is really amazing for that.

"No way," Jen's voice interrupts my internal monologue.

"What?" Dakota plops down next to Jen in the living room.

"What are you reading?" I ask when I notice the paper in Jen's slightly shaking hands.

"My dad sent me a letter," she sounds confused.

"I thought that your dad was a mortal," I comment.

"So did I. I guess that there is some explaining that he felt he needed to do though," Jen says absent-mindedly. Dakota and I lean to read over our friend's shoulder.

My Darling Daughter,

I am so sorry that your mother and I have not been honest with you about me. I suppose the best place to start would be the beginning. I was a historian in my human life. I was forever in search of things that mainstream historians labeled as fairytales and folly to pursue. I sought the Holy Grail for awhile with little to show for it in way of proof of its existence. But I can never look at that particular quest, if you will pardon my pale excuse for humor. That was the blessed trip that I met the most wonderful woman in the world…well, my world anyway. I was sitting at this fountain, reading sources that I had hoped would prove fruitful in my endeavor. Out of nowhere, this beautiful girl sits herself down near me. She sniffled and wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. After that, I simply could not concentrate on what I was doing.

I put my materials back in my bag and leaned over to her. She would not meet my gaze. So, I asked her what was bothering her. Before my eyes, she seemed to crumble. Being the gentleman that my mother raised, I gathered her in my arms and moved us to a more private place. She would have gone into even more pieces if she knew that complete strangers were watching her with some interest in her worst moments. Her sobs eventually fell into hiccups. Then she told me about her family, leaving out the whole magical beings thing. I could not believe my ears. Her parents thought that she was a deviant, of all things. I tried to consol her, but it was in vain. She was able to convince me that they really did not understand or accept her. She suddenly seemed to realize that she was confiding in someone she had just met. Before I could stop her, she seemed to vanish.

I lingered in that city for as long as it took to see her again. Slowly, over many weeks, we got to know one another very well. We fell in love. She told me that she was a witch. That was fine by me. It didn't matter if she was an alien. I wanted her to be my wife. We were wed, needless to say without her family's permission or blessing.

Not long after you were born and your mother used all of her magic to curse the magical families, I found some evidence of a fountain that granted eternal life to any who would drink from it. Well, my wife wanted nothing more than to protect me and you. So, we decided it was best if I followed my line of evidence as the magical families would never think to look for me on that trail. She took off with you and hid very well. I did follow the evidence and lo and behold, I stumbled across it. It was quite by accident as I thought that it really lay somewhere else. Fortunately, I got lost and found it in a clearing. Well, I didn't know what it was. I just took a few drinks.

Years passed with only written messages passing between your mother and me. I was not aging. I tried again to find the fount, but I could not repeat my mistake. So, while I was quite mortal when I met your mother and fell in love with her, I am not any longer. I know you must have felt so much heart ache for her thinking that I was gone. But at last your mother sent word for me to meet her at the oracle's home, therefore I can write to you. No more are the too brief glimpses of each other and hiding the truth from you.

Please, try to meet us here so that we can discuss all of this with you. I know you must be feeling all kinds of things like betrayal and hurt. Believe me when I say that we never wanted you to have to deal with those feelings because of something that we did. When you were younger, other witches could have read your mind without your consent and all would be for not and that would have been awful for you as you grew.

Love always,

Your Father

"Are you going to meet them?" I ask without really wanting to.

"Of course, I'm sure that we can settle this. However, I won't be leaving for awhile," the fury is evident in her voice and the reason for her shaking hands.

"We are here for you," Dakota assures our friend.

"I know. Don't worry, there will be a happily ever after. I just can't face them right now. I know I would say something I would regret later," Jen closes the subject. I guess there really are no definite endings in life.