BPOV
Death is peaceful;, life is the hard part. In life, you have to deal with pain, heartache, loss, hurt, and what have you. But in death, there's nothing. Nothing but peace, and happiness at leaving behind all suffering. I am at neither. I am at the point between death and life. One little choice could tip me one way or the next. Most people would want to leave the pain of life behind and move on to heaven where there are better things. But not me. I want to go back to where I was happy for the first time in so many years. I would take all the pain and suffering in the world just to see my angel, Edward's, face. Just before I got here, I remember hearing his voice. The voice of my own personal angel. My home on earth. And also, I miss my family. Alice, with her energy, Rose, with her bluntness and kindness, Jasper and Emmet for their hilarity, and Esme and Carlisle for being the most loving and compassionate people I know.
But now that I think about it, I also remember seeing a white lady right before I blacked out. Speaking of which, where is she. I look around, but all I see is blackness. Well, this is just great. I'm lost and I have no idea how to come back to Edward. That is fantastic. Sigh. I start walking around, but I thankfully see a light ahead before long. Running towards it, I realize that I'm not getting to it any faster. I only seemed to get closer when I'm not running. Dang. I swear, if this is all in my mind, I'm going to put myself in a mental hospital for a while. Gheesh. I had to make this hard on myself. I slow down and I begin to walk and, with much relief, I see that I'm getting closer to the door. I finally reach it and the sight draws tears to my eyes.
On the other side of that, I guess you'd call it a doorway, there are rolling green hills; sparkling blue streams that gurgle and giggle as they rush by; a baby blue sky with perfectly fluffy looking white clouds; sunshine that warms you to your core. In front of me, I see my home, Versay. Everything is exactly as I remember it. Pure air, trees with every kinds of fruit you could think of, animals everywhere, not scared to come up to you and play with you. I sink to my knees and start crying. Oh gosh, I really am dead! "No dear, your not dead."
I whip my body off the ground and turn to see a beautiful lady in all white with golden hair sitting in front of me. Did she read my mind? "No Bella, I didn't read your mind. You've been saying everything out loud." "Oh. Well, who are you? And how do you know my name? And since you seem to know whether I'm still breathing or not, what am I doing here?" The beautiful lady laughed a glorious laugh that sounded like bells. "My dear Bella. My name is Galadriel, and I am your spirit guide. You can sorta think of me as a guardian angel. Every faerie has one. Our jobs our to help our fairies that we've been assigned to. I have been helping you this entire time. When Victoria and Laurent and James first found you, I-" "You appeared to me! I don't remember anything you said though," I said, suddenly remembering her when I passed out in a field after my fight with the vampires. "Yes dear, that was me. I told you to not loose hope, and to fight to stay alive. I can see your path for the future, but I cannot interfere with your life. I could only give you the hope and thought to hang on a while longer. I knew that you would meet the Cullen's, and it was I who gave you the nudge, so to speak, to go and explore the world. You were born for a purpose Bella, and I couldn't let you die before it is fulfilled."
Galadriel stared at me, waiting for me to respond to anything she had said. Even though my mind a swirling with the content of what she just told me, I'm still pondering the unanswered question from before. "Okay, so I get who you are, and I do have questions about my future, but why am I here? And where exactly am I?" "Bella, one of the things I love about you is that you always try to get things answered in the order they were asked. You are in Versay because it was the most familiar place to you and made you feel safest. As to where you actually are, we are in your mind. Your body is unconscious." "My body! Where is it? Did Edward get it? Did I kill Victoria and Laurent? Did I kill anyone I didn't mean too?" "No my dear. Your body is actually in a bed while your family waits for you to wake up. Yes, you did kill Victoria and Laurent, and no, nobody else was killed." I plopped down on the ground and looked into the sky, so happy that I hadn't killed the Cullen's or Denali's, happy that Victoria and Laurent were dead, and happy that I was out of danger, well, for the time being anyway. "You have no idea how much of a relief that is to me. Now back to my future. What do you mean, I have to keep living? What do I have to do?"
At this, Galadriel's face became somber and her head bowed. I was afraid for a second that I had asked a forbidden question. "I'm sorry if I can't-" I broke off as I saw her head lift and a tiny smile appeared on her face. "Bella, I am not mad at you. Not at all. I am sad because of what I am about to tell you. You are the last living faerie, as you already know. But there is more to this than you can understand. Many years before you were born, a prophecy foretold of a faerie child who would be the last faerie born, and more importantly, she would be born on a full moon on the new year. The rarity of the date and moon position of you birth is so rare that it only happened at the beginning of time. The prophecy said that you would be the last faerie alive after a group of murdering vampires known as the Volturi discovered faerie blood and destroyed Versay. The prophecy foretold of you falling in love with the enemy, Edward who is a vampire, being loved by a vampire family, and destroying two vampires intent on turning you in to the Volturi and stopping the prophecy. Your destiny, is for you to rise up, along with other creatures oppressed by the Volturi, and destroy them once and for all. You will become the most powerful creature alive. I just worry that you will become hurt in your quest, or you will die in the process of liberating the mythical world. And remember that immense blast you did to finish Victoria and Laurent? The prophecy says that deep within you there will be a phoenix power that you can use in times of true desperation, and that will aid you in destroying the Volturi."
"Wait a minute. You mean that powerful fire blast thing I did was a 'phoenix power'? What exactly is it? It felt like fire, but I drew it from my heart. I draw my fire from my emotions of my stomach usually." "That, my dear little one, is a combination of all your powers. Fire, water, earth, air. That is one of the things that makes you even more special. You have the ability to use all four at once. Not even the elves, who can control light and plant life, can use both at the same time. You are a rare flower among all. This power, like I said before, will make you a conqueror and guide your destiny." My mind is so full right now, I don't know what to do. What can I say, what can I do, where can I go? I'm so confused and overwhelmed right now.
"Me, a conqueror? My destiny is to destroy the Volturi? Take vengeance on my people and free the mythical world from the Volturi's cold, evil, ruthless clutches? I always thought that my birth and powers were mere coincidences. I don't know what to say." My mind is reeling in shock from just hearing my life planned out in front of me. A sudden thought struck me. "What if I fail. What if the Volturi do kill me, and they aren't defeated. What happens then?" Galadriel's eyes filled with tears, and now I'm not so sure I want to hear this. "If you fail to destroy the evil that is the Volturi," Galadriel began in a soft whisper, "then they will drink your blood, and nothing will ever be able to stop them. They will enslave humans, werewolves, shape shifters, witches, elves, mermaids. You name it. They will even enslave their own race, the vampires." At this point Galadriel came towards me, pulled me up so I was standing, grasped my hands tightly, and looked deeply into my eyes. "This is why you must not fail. The world will cease to end, and the destruction of another race, the humans, will be brought on. If you fail, the Volturi will destroy all humans, and the Fey and Human race will cease to exist. You must not fail. If an entire race if wiped out completely, the world will end. Every race balances each other out. Vampire, werewolf. Witch, human. Elf, faerie. Many will join you, but many will join the Volturi too. No matter what happens though, keep faith and hope." Galadriel began to dissipate into mist before my very eyes. "My time to help you is up. I cannot visit you again until you have saved the world. Remember my words, brave girl. Never give up, and never forget that the power of love can be the most useful tool you have…"
Galadriel finally disappeared, but she never told me how to get back. This is just great. How am I going to get back? If I'm supposed to save the world, it's kinda hard to do that if I can't get back. Sigh. For now, I'm just going to sleep and hope that I can sort some of the information loaded upon me just now. I lay back in the green grass, thinking of my old memories as I would play in the forest, swim in the creek, eat the fresh and delicious fruit…
"Bella. Bella? Bella! Carlisle! Come quick! I think she's waking up!" Hearing many footsteps coming towards me, I struggled to deep a hold on consciousness. Everything hurt right now, but I only had ears for the voice of my angel. Edward. The moment I heard his voice I fought my way through the black folds of unconsciousness to come back to him. "Ed-ward," I managed to murmur. "Yes love? Are you awake?" Well naw dip Sherlock. I mentally rolled my eyes. Edward is always so scatterbrained when he's in panic mode. Upon being almost blinded by the light that I now saw, I knew that I was fully conscious. The light began to clear and I saw the most beautiful sight in the world. Edward's face. Even with worry, panic, and relief all etched onto his face, he still looked like Michelangelo's David. "Edward," I sighed as I put my hand up to his face to make sure he was real. "Bella," he said, his hand doing the same. "I was so worried. I thought I would never see you again to tell you that I love you and I'm so sorry an-" I cut him off with my lips. He lifted me up into a sitting position and hitched me around his waist. We broke apart as he placed his forehead against mine. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?" I pecked him on the lips again. "Yes, I think it does."
YAYAYAY! I finished the awesome chapter! Lol okay, so I know everybody want to hear the prophecy in its original form and not paraphrased, so my final chapter will be the prophecy, cause I'm still kinda workin' on it. LOL. K, so I WANT 10 REVIEWS FOR A NEW CHAPTER. Please review! Love all my reviewers!
