.A/N: SO SO SO SO SO SORRY EVERYONE! If I told you that I was too busy to write then I would be lying. The truth is …I was stalling…yes, stalling. I am too scared of writing this chappy. More than I should. So please tell me honestly, be harsh! But not too harsh. Lol. Sorry, it must be the nerves lol. See? I'm stalling again. Ugh. Here's the chapter before I change my mind. Hope you don't hate!

Thank you to Megan! You're the best!

Recap:

"don't worry. You will be. I will figure it out. For you, I would do find a way to do it."

Frate

EPOV

My unshed tears filled my eyes. Damien's happiness and love was so overwhelming in his mind, I can not begin to think how that would affect Jasper had he been here. His joy over having his wife back was so indescribable. I watched through his eyes and felt his pain… relief… joy… panic… determination… and utter love. He truly deserved what he got.

But once she mentioned how important the prophecy was and how it would be deciphered my mind was distracted. What could it possibly mean? How could she know what happens between me and Damien? What could be holding her back? What could possibly come out of this mess?

The answer of all these questions could be given if we only give in to that strange current? Just like that? It's not completely unbelievable but…

but what? It was confusing. She never said it was easy. If we fail, bad things could happen? She never said it wasn't tricky.

I sighed, shaking my head slowly; such a mess that could only be solved when Damien and Bella were back in the real world. I watched their motionless forms and I saw Damien's face contour a little.

"Please Linda, can't you stay a little longer?" Damien asked her as he tightened his arms around her. I could hear his fear… that once she was gone she would prove to be a fantasy that would never return.

She touched his face, her eyes full of her own pain as she whispered, "I'm sorry but I have to. I'll come again, when I can. Just tell me that you love me again, please," she pleaded painfully.

As Damien leaned in and gave her a not-so-very-chaste kiss, I tried to think of baseball to give them their privacy, but it was no use. He pulled away and whispered to her, "I love you. That's all what I've done for the last few years and that's what I'll always do till the rest of forever"

She closed her eyes and touched her forehead to his, "I love you too… until the end of time…"

And everything turned black. I saw Damien's eyes flutter, and when they opened I could see how he had already started missing her. But he looked different. His eyes were lighter, a slight smile on his lips. A serene look. He looked at me and smiled, and I returned the smile feeling happiness for his own. His smile grew wider, his teeth showing as he announced, "She loves me!"

I had to laugh. He's been with her for over an hour and a half and the realization just hit him. "You really are something, Damien." I chuckled as I shook my head.

He shrugged and leaned his head back against the headboard. He stared at the ceiling, but I knew best that he wasn't really here. He replayed everything that has passed between them again in his head. From the moment that he first laid eyes on her, till the reunion a few seconds ago. He marveled in the fact that their love really was unbreakable. Years has passed, pain tripling every second and still it didn't make them love each other any less. If anything, it only brought them closer.

I stared at Bella's sleeping form, wondering if it was the same for us. A lot had passed between us, but did it really strengthen our love, or did it build a gap between us? We were starting to be truly honest with each other, breaking all barriers that were ever present. Did that mean that we were getting closer? Or did that mean that when these barriers would fall she would see me for what I really am and leave me? I could not imagine so. Too painful.

I dismissed these thoughts from my head with a slight shake and welcomed Damien's distraction.

"So what do you think of what Rosalinda said? About giving in?" he mused out loud.

I shrugged, "I think that there would be no harm in trying."

He nodded distractedly, "I think so too."

So when do you want to do it? He asked mentally.

I sighed and looked at Bella, "We'd better try it while she's asleep. We do not know if there would be any consequences that might hurt humans."

He nodded again, "You're right. Should I call Emily or will you call one of your family?" I did not miss the slight longing in his head when he said the word family.

I smiled sadly at him, and said "I will call Carlisle and Esme. She sent her friends out for the night."

I pulled the cell phone out of my pocket and dialed Carlisle's number. After explaining that Bella would have the same headache and memory loss so it would be better that he was present with her, he agreed willingly and told me that he would bring Esme for comforting her when she gets confused. I thanked him and hung up.

"Alright, so where do we try this thing?" he said as he stood up.

"The forest, I presume; the farther, the safer," I shrugged and jumped out of her hotel window.

We ran quietly to the forest, each of us lost in our own thoughts. What should I expect? Why do I feel excited about something I do not know? It was like my body was reacting in a way that my mind couldn't comprehend. It was as if it recognized the truth that was away from my mind and Damien's. Whatever it was, it should be revealed.

When we were deep enough in the forest I stopped running and Damien followed in track. I turned around to face him, a little apprehensive of what might happen. He was staring at me.

"I just remembered something, Edward. Did you get a side effect after the first time we touched? Did something unusual happen to you?"

I stared at him quietly for a few moments, trying to remember if that was the case. The last few days ran clearly in my mind, with both their love and pain. I did not think that something odd happened… At least not to me… I gasped as it slammed in my face, "I read Bella's mind."

His eyes widened but said nothing.

"You?"

"I've been having memories of my human life with my parents. Just small bits but I'm happy to have them." He whispered honestly.

Enough confusion and mysteries, this needed to be done now! I held out my hand for Damien who looked at it nervously. He took a deep breath and said, "Remember what Rose said. We have to keep holding on to each other while whatever it is that happens."

I nodded and his hand inched forward to meet mine. Our palms met as we wrapped our hands firmly around each others. And it struck hard. We both jumped a little as the current ran through our bodies. But we determinedly kept our hands connected. It ran through our veins, spreading strongly and forcefully causing me to grit my teeth and Damien to tighten his hand on mine. Something changed, as the wind swirled around us both and only us both. The leaves, dust, twigs rotated around us. It was like being inside a hurricane. The difference was that the dust was not brown and the leaves were not green; their color was shifting. Silver, shining silver. The current was getting stronger as was the silver hurricane, making it harder on us to stay connected. So instantly we both lifted out other hands to hold them together, to make sure we did not part.

Damien's face was filled with panic, and I assumed it must have been a reflection of my own. What was going on?

"I don't know." Damien said distraught.

My eyes widened. I did not say the question out loud. He was in my head, just like I was in his. We were of one mind now. His eyes met mine, confusion filling them as the wind pushed his hair on his face.

Suddenly, our eyes fell closed, against our will. And a sound so beautiful and peaceful filled the silver hurricane around us. But it was the only thing we could hear, the rustling and whistling of the wind were drowned by the voice.

In the dark you may have walked

In the dark you may have liven

Never seen a bright side

Always in the dark side

Even though our eyes were closed, I knew we could see the same thing. We saw a young boy, locked up in a cell, shivering from the cold. Hugging himself and seeking warmth. The boy looked so scared and frail, he was no older than nine.

He was crying silently, tears running down his face, his bronze hair messed and dirty, his teeth rattling because of the cold and his stomach growling in hunger. That boy was Damien.

Thy was engulfed by evil

Death, and loss

Loss of a family

And death of your own

The young boy was gone and now there was an older one. He was holding a gown tightly in his hands. He was shaking, I did not know whether it was in fear, anger, or merely the urge to cry.

"A mixture of all" Damien answered my thoughts, "This was my mother's dress." It was hard for him to see his pain. Living it was one thing, reliving it was another.

The boy turned a little and I caught his desperate eyes, and they were red. He was a newborn.

Drowning in crimson regret

But fear would always dawn

Again the vision shifted and I saw the vampire attacking a tiger. It drained it from all its blood and pulled away. He wiped his lips with the back of his arm, his face a mask of pure disgust. He buried the dead animal sadly but stopped in the middle of the process when he smelt a more potent flavor than the one he had just endeavored. His eyes widened and fear was clear in them. He left the dead animal and ran away. He kept running, never stopping. Fearing that if he stopped, it would be an end of a life.

"Antarctica was where I stopped," he whispered in my head painfully. I tightened my hands around his but not in need to hold on, but to comfort him.

Fear not little pet

What you seek but do not know

Lies ten to south

And six and ten west the crest

I saw Forks and I saw Bella, but strangely I saw myself. We were sitting in her living room watching Romeo and Juliet, it was the day when I had decided to end everything. I had my arms wrapped around her and she was leaning her head against my chest as her tears over Romeo and Juliet's death flowed freely.

A young lady owns what you seek

Another memory. Me sitting on Bella's bed with a wicked grin on my face as I held her wrists in my hands. "Bring on the shackles, I'm your prisoner," I said lightly. It was from our very first days together. After the meadow. I smiled sadly.

Hair embraced with brown

And cut too deep

I saw a vision of Bella lying on the ground of the wet forest, her eyes open but not seeing. Whispering the same two words over and over. I swallowed difficulty as I saw how she was when I left her.

"You do not need to register that, she's been happier ever since you came back," Damien comforted me. I did not answer, I would leave that for later to think.

Once you find your unknown desire

You'll combine to be

One so powerful

So exquisite

Yet easily displeased

I saw me and Damien sitting together on the tree, we were laughing at something and we both looked so different. So carefree… So boyish. It was like we were two kids. I noticed the paper in his hand and remembered that it must've been when we were trying to figure out the prophecy.

"What does this mean?" I wondered, Damien had no answer for me.

Trust is the key

Not even a melody

We were still on the tree but we weren't laughing anymore. Damien was staring at me intensely and I the same. We were having some kind of internal conversation that I could not remember it. But once my past self mumbled "Yes, I do trust you Damien. I will." I remembered. We had both felt that strange spark without even touching each other.

The voice was stronger now, closer and I could almost feel the source of the voice right beside my ear.

Once you find what you seek

Troubles eased

Solitude concealed

And from all melancholy

You shall be freed"

These last words did not have a memory of their own, but I could feel the wind ripping against our hard skin and we grasped our hands tighter. I felt something on my face the same time Damien felt something on his. It was soft and almost unfelt. Like being stroked with a hair. Our eyes flew open at once and we saw the most beautiful thing.

In the silver hurricane with us was the most beautiful woman. She was tall and slim. Her bronze hair was tied up in an elegant style. Her eyes were piercing green and kind. She looked so kind and reassuring except for one thing. She was white and transparent. Something like a ghost. Like? ... She was a ghost! The image of her made my breath stop and I almost dropped Damien's hand in shock.

"Mother…" I whispered.

Her kind smile widened and she nodded at me slowly. "I missed you my sons." She said in her beautiful melodic voice.

I could feel my eyes widen at what she said. Damien met my shocked gaze with his own. "Sons?" He mouthed his eyes filling with tears, "but…" he stammered unbelievably, "You're my m…mother too?" He whispered his eyes seeking hers desperately. I was in utter shock, I could not find coherent words let alone make a full sentence.

"Yes, Damien Masen. You were my first child," she said softly as she touched his arm, "and you grew up to be a man that I am proud to call my son." Damien was stunned to silence and I could feel him shaking and griped his hands impossibly tighter. Mothers eyes turned to me as she said, "And you stayed the gentle man I raised you to be. Your father and I are so proud of you." I could feel my own eyes blur with tears that I desperately wanted to fall.

Damien seemed to not be able to take his eyes off of my… our mother. He mused loudly, "So… Edward… is… m… my brother?" His voice broke and I could feel my own heart clench for his pain and almost jumped in our joy. It was a joy that only my body registered but not my mind. I was still stunned.

"Yes my dears. You are brothers, same flesh, same blood. The bond between you two is everlasting. Neither time nor place could ever break that." She touched both our cheeks with her hands as she said, "You arranged the word mistakenly. You should have taken every letter with it's same order in the word and put it in it's place. The word was Frate." Her eyes met mine, and she knew I would understand it.

"Brother." I mouthed. Frate was brother in Romanian. She had told me that when I was young, but I barely remembered that.

"I wish I had the chance to know you, mother." I could here how warm it made him feel to say the last word.

She smiled, "I'm always with you my son. In your heart. We are watching over you both. We can see how wonderful you are. And trust me when I say that no one has ever made us more proud than both of you. And we love you so dearly." I could see her own tears in her almost transparent eyes.

"We love you too, mother." We both mouthed at once. Our eyes snapped to meet the other's gaze again.

"Farewell, my children." We heard the faint whisper of her melodic voice as the hurricane dimmed and the silver light disappeared. We were so lost in our gaze that we barely noticed our surroundings turning back to normal.

"I have a brother?" Damien whispered slowly and I saw a small smile tug on his lips. The endings of his mouth turning upwards.

I could feel my own smile creeping it's way on my face as I whispered back, "Yes, a brother…"

A/N: Phew! Finally! I've been stressing over that chapter since I started the story. Lol. I've been stalling it for long enough. Now please tell me honestly. I am ridiculously worried. Please I don't think I'll ever be able to really breathe till you tell me. I really really really hope it wasn't a very big disappointment.

Terry: THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I hope you are not disappointed by this one.