Prologue –How all this nonsense had begun–

Imagine there was a small town somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

Imagine that there lived two kinds of supernatural creatures.

Imagine those creatures lived in peace but not in total harmony.

Yes, we know this sounds weird. But vampires and shape-shifters are both (very) stubborn and proud – it's simply a natural law!

So sooner or later this must have happened. Actually this should have already happened long ago. It's kind of a miracle that they made it so long …

Oh, sorry, we got side-tracked.

Just imagine a bunch of vampires and a shape-shifter pack meet to carry out a bitter fight for life and death, for dignity and pride. – A fight that decides the destiny of the entire world!

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Uhm … or maybe not of the entire world … just Forks.

Let us guess: you don't have the slightest idea what we're talking about. Then let us tell you this long, complicated, senseless story.

All this nonsense had begun on an ordinary day in Forks, Washington State. Which means that the sky was filled with big, grey rain clouds. Two wolves were speeding through a thick dark green forest. Both of them were as tall as horses and kept an incredible speed. One's fur was dark brown, the other one was a little smaller and its fur had a light beige color, which reminded one on sand.

Although none of them moved its mouth, they were having a fierce argument.

What's your problem, Jake?

What's your problem, kid? You, too, are a werewolf!

Shape-shifter. The sand-colored wolf's mouth stretched to a crocked line – a grin.

Whatever! The big one snapped back. You're one of us, so you should be on our side.

There's a law against racism.

The brown wolf paused, its eyes narrowed in frustration. Little know-it-all, he mumbled after a few seconds.

The sandy one's grin grew bigger.

But this doesn't change the fact, that you're a wer– shape-shifter and not a vampire.

What?! You know why Switzerland is so wealthy? –They're neutral.

The big one growled. That's a lie.

Yep. The smaller one admitted unashamed, still grinning. But this doesn't change facts.

My words. The brown one said. And fact's that vampires are our enemies.

Who said that? The sandy one raised a giant eyebrow.

Our ancestors.

Stupid old myths.

Our whole life's dominated by those "stupid old myths". The big one interjected with a smirk. Get used to it.

The sandy one growled in respond.

We decided to stop noting down the conversation here, because otherwise we would have to censor almost every second word. Let's fast-forward a little bit, to the moment when the two wolves stopped at the border of the forest. A grand white mansion rose on the clearing like a palace in a modern fairytale. A cheerful piano melody sounded form the house, raying life and joy. Under the cover of the trees the two wolves began to shrink, morph, change, transforming into two very tall boys with pitch black hair and dark skin. Together they stepped out of the shadows of the forest, heading toward the front door where they were welcomed by two of their very special friends.

One of those was a tall boy with unnaturally pale skin that brought out the striking bronze color of his hair. A little girl was holding his hand, her long wavy hair had the same shade of bronze like the boy's.

"Thanks for supporting us, Seth," Edward said and raised his hand.

Seth jogged toward him and high fived. "No problem," he replied, grinning.

The little girl freed her hand out of the boy's grip and ran toward the Jacob. "How dare you, gang up against me?" She shrieked and slapped his leg as hard as she could, causing him to convulse with pain. A reproachful pout decorated her face. "I'm disappointed, Jacob Black. I'm very disappointed."

Jacob threw Edward a killing glance. "I thought you don't like telling other people's secrets, Edward Cullen?"

Edward shrugged, still grinning. "That was not a secret."

The piano piece had come to an end in the mean time. A small girl with long honey-like hair half ran, half danced through the door. She jumped at Seth with a happy giggle, wrapping her thin arms around his neck. "Have I ever told you that I love you?"

A warm smile lit up Seth's face and he hugged her back. "I lost counting. But you can never say it too often for my taste, Chloe."

"That's not fair," Jacob complained with a groan. "Why am I greeted with a punch and he get's a hug?"

"You deserved it," the little girl answered, crossing her tiny arms at her chest and nodded in satisfaction.

"God job, Nessie!" Someone shouted from inside the house, followed by booming laughter.

Jacob muttered something under his breath – which everyone heard loud and clear but chose to ignore because this story is rated K+.

Cheers suddenly filled the silent living-room when the guests stepped in. The TV-screen showed a black man running trough the finish-line, a triumphant smile on his exhausted face. The crowd jumped up and fell into applause, the commentator went wild. Despite the cheerful atmosphere on TV, the house stayed perfectly calm and quiet.

"At last," a giant boy at the couch groaned. "I thought the Olympic Games were the place where wonders are born."

"Well Emmett," the blond boy next to him chuckled. "It was a wonder that he reached the goal at all."

"Boring!" Emmett announced, stretching his long arms.

"Then switch the channel, Emmett," a girl with long mahogany-brown hair interjected, rolling her eyes.

"I just wanted to say the same," a pixie-like girl agreed. "I already know who'll win anyway. So switch the damn channel."

Jasper reached for the remote-control but Emmett got was a bit faster.

"But it's somehow fun to watch those humans breaking their backs like maniacs," he disagreed with a fresh grin.

"As if you could do it better," Jacob joked.

Emmett turned around with raised eyebrows. "What'd you want to say with that, puppy?"

He shrugged, full at ease. "Dunno. What does it sound like to you, bloodsucker?"

"Hey, hey," a female voice sounded from the kitchen and a young woman with wavy caramel hair stepped into the room. "No fight in my house, boys."

"And neither in my garage," a tall blond woman added.

"I agree with Rosalie, except for the 'my garage' part," Edward said, watching thoughtfully the TV-screen. "Hey, why don't we solve this in a … let's say more civilized way?"

Jacob raised an eyebrow and looked at Edward with a puzzled face. "Civilized?"

"Or human," Edward explained.

Jacob made a sneering sound. "Here are humans?" he asked sarcastically.

Edward ignored that. "What would you say about having a little version of the Olympic Games here in the Olympic Mountains?"

"I say you're crazy," Jacob muttered.

"I say it sounds like fun," Seth disagreed.

Jasper chuckled. "How can two people look so similar and still be so different?"

"Wonderful variety of fauna," Rosalie stated dryly.

Jacob shot a murderous look at her in response.

"What do you mean with 'having a little version of the Olympic Games here'?" Bella asked, coming back to the main topic.

"Exactly what I said," Edward answered with an adoring smile. "We have two teams who fight against each other in different disciplines, like in the Olympic Games."

"Wait," Jacob cut him off. "The two teams – you mean we, the wolves, against you, the bl –the vampires?"

"I think Team Quileute vs. Team Cullen sounds … politically more correct," Edward suggested.

"I like the idea," Emmett said, starring out of the window, his eyes sparkling with excitement and his mouth pulled into a challenging smirk.

"At least it sounds halfway responsible," Esme interjected. The girls nodded in agreement.

"And how shall we do this, Daddy?" Nessie asked looking up at Edward.

He shrugged. "First we have to decide on the disciplines– "

"No," Jacob interrupted. "First, I have to go tell Sam and the others. See if they want to participate."

Seth snorted. "I don't think that will be necessary."

Edward nodded in amusement. "Still, it would the right thing to do. Carlisle will be home in a few minutes, too. We can discuss the rest later."

We guess that you've noticed a few things while you read this:

first: the permament plural ^^ no, I'm, not sick... it's because I wrote this together with a friend - "Sylvia Waise" so it's "WE" =)

second: the ones among you who haven't read "Aurora" or "Nightfall" yet (shame on you! xD) might have a few problems with "Chloe" - so go read it! xD (on my -MulanHua- profile - I promise it will be worth your time)

third: now we bet you're thinking: "How the hell can someone come up with such a nonsense!" well ... as you can see: Yes, WE can! xD -Just take an over-the-top boring gym-lesson and two freaks (like us) the result is THIS! sD

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-Mulan & Sylvia-