Preparations. That's all we had left to do. Prepare ourselves for the battle that would either begin or end it all. For me anyways.
"But who's going to be in control if we do defeat them?" I asked my dad. We were in my temporary bedroom on the top floor of the house. I ran a brush through my thick bronze hair softly, getting ready for bed. Dad leaned against the door frame with his hands in his pockets.
"The Romanians will takeover, I suspect," he said, rolling his eyes. I threw him a quizzical look.
"That's the only reason they're helping, you know. That, and their own lives are in danger - they have no gifts. It would be suicidal to run."
"Oh," I said stupidly. "Were they good rulers, way back then?" I asked. The brush got caught in my hair on a knot. I pulled harder and hissed under my breath from the slight sting.
"I wouldn't know," Dad said chuckling as he came to help me get the brush out of my hair. He gently pulled the lock of hair out of the brush and placed it on the vanity in front of me. "It'd be better to ask your grandfather that. He might know more, but there's a likeliness that no one has that knowledge except for the Volturi and Romanians themselves, and they are the tinsiest bit biased. Everyone else from that age has perished."
"Ah." My eyebrows rose slightly. Dad turned to duck out of the room.
"Where are you going?" I demanded.
"To find your mother,' he said ducking his head back in.
"Why? Where is she?"
"Hunting with Tanya." He laughed once.
"Did I miss the joke?"
"No ... Your mom just... used to be put-out by Tanya, I guess you could say." I frowned.
"They seem to be friends now," I said.
"Yes. Well, we need to set up for Wednesday. That's what I'm getting Bella for."
"Kay."
"Everyone'll be outside. You can come out later if you aren't too tired."
"Okaaay."
"'Night."
"G'night."
I flipped through the fat english copy of 'The war at Troy.' Greek history and mythology - my latest obsession. Silly as it may seem, I found the Trojan War was much alike the one that was on the horizon. Terrible odds against the side I wanted to win. I laughed in ill humor to my self.
The Greeks were victorious against the Trojans... Will we be?
*~*~*
I quickly became bored with the ancient dialogue. I snapped the book shut and placed it on the shelf . I sighed and skipped to the closet. I snatched Alice's coat from the hanger and shrugged into it. I tossed my hair out of the collar before running down the three flights of stairs and getting out to the mountain side that was just past the forest in the Denali's backyard.
Jaocb lifted a hand in greeting. At the same moment my jaw dropped. This was the same area that we had had the soccer game, yet it was unrecognizable. There was a line of huge boulders that came from who knows where. This mountain pass was extremely narrow, for a war of this size.
I bit my lip. My mind automatically went to the Persian War. The Greeks lured the Persians into an extremely narrow pass and surrounded them. Alaxander the Great used the method because they were outnumbered...
"No," Dad said in response to my thoughts. "We aren't outnumbered." His voice was overly confident. It made his words sound like a lie. Too pursuasive. Too sure...
I wasn't faliing for it.
I expected him to coment on the disbelief in my thoughts, but he said nothing.
"What are thee - uh," I said, trailing off pointing to the rocks.
"For Michele," he replied with a deviant smile. I grimaced. I could almost see Michele hurling a boulder at little Jane. I could also imagine how angry she would get. I shuddered. I squeezed my eyes shut.
We heard someone shout "Whoops!" from as far a distance away.
"Your buying us a new garage door, Emmett," I heard Eleazar sigh. I smirked, but disregarded the mini-dispute.
"Your brther's an idiot," Michele murmered to my parents.
"Very true."
"I'm going to go get the - more of the rocks - and stuff," Michele stuttered in her lovely heavily accented toungue. She eyed me meaningfully and jerked her head toward the woods.
"What?" I asked, oblivious to what she was doing.
"Maybe you'd like to help me?"
"No, actually, I was going to-"
Michele rolled her eyes, let out a loud breath of air, and grabbed my hand and took off. Michele stopped when we were out of ear-shot.
"Oooooh. What do need to talk to me about?"
"Nothing. Your parents need to talk to Jacob alone."
"Why?" I said. My eyebrows scrunched together.
"Just in the unlikely case of your parents' deaths during the fight. They need to know for sure Jacob can handle you."
"Oh." In that single syllable my voice cracked.
"It'll all be fine," she replied to my anxious expression, but she sounded half-hearted. She turned to walk deeper into the white forest. I grabbed her shoulder and she spun back to face me.
"What do you mean, 'handle me?'" I asked.
Michele's face spread slowly into a smile. Although she did not reply, she put her arm over my shoulder, and squeezed it, as we turned around to continue to walk into the woods.
July 21 Was it really tommorrow? It would seem to be so. The snow was coming down harder than I'd ever seen before.
"They'll get here around four," Alice muttered. Every one of us were huddled around her tiny self.
"Four in the afternoon?" I asked hopefully.
Alice made a distastful face. She opened her eyes to look at me. I frowned when I saw the purple bruises underneath them.
"Four in the morning," she corrected.
I groaned. I did NOT want to be awake at that time of day.
"There will be an aurora directly above the field. It should make it easier for you to see," Alice said turning to the wolves. Paul snorted.
"We are not blind," he scoffed.
"I care imensley," Alice said in a sarcastic tone. Paul looked at the ceiling and repeated her words mockingly in an extremely high tone.
I was the only one who was laughing. I came to that relization and my laugh faded out.
"So," Uncle Jasper said loudly, getting everyone's attention. "Our formation is going to be circular, each of us will be in a line that curves up and around the mountain side facing the opposite side in which the Volturi will make their entry.
"They should fill the circular formation reflexively," Alice continued. Her finger was placed over her chin thoughtfully. "We will close in on them after that. If Aro decides to speak, so be it, but don't be pulled in by his pretty words. That is all they are. Pretty words."
"Behind the circulara line, will be Bella, Zafrina, Eleazar, and Michele. Bella needs to protect our offence," Garrett went on. "The wolves, well, we don't know how you work with each other, so we'll leave that to you."
"Jacob, you'll be with Renesmee, slightly hidden by the trees. You'll be in your wolf form, obviously," Dad said. Jacob nodded once.
"I am sorry," Grandfather said suddenly. His eyes were imbearably sad. "You can backout now, if you wish. No one will judge you for it, I assure you." Not a single person came forward.
"It's settled then," Jasper said triumphantly.
"Let's go kick some -"
"Emmett!" Mom interupted before he could get out his superlative. I giggled again.
"God, help us all," Kate muttered.