Previously:

Everyone's heads snapped to the ruined doorway and if it was possible the blood would have drained from their faces from what they saw standing in the door way.

Didyme.

Chapter 5

She stood proud; not looking a day older then the last time she saw any of them centuries ago. Her long mahogany curls tumbling down her back, her small stature showing her defiance and that though she was delicate, she was not to be crossed or you would suffer.

Athenodora and Sulpicia were truly shocked. Here stood their sister. Their sister; who they believed to have died all those years ago. Their burgundy eyes shining with tears that would never fall, they waited. Waited for the answers they knew would have to wait until she was ready for them to know and she would only tell once everyone had gotten over their shock.

Stoic Caius's jaw had dropped and his eyes looked like they might pop out if he opened his eyes any wider. This would have normally been a comical scene; seeing the ever stoic and moody Caius opening and closing his mouth like he was a goldfish. But the fear that you could see in his eyes was evident to any who could have taken their eyes off of Didyme to look at him. The fear that she would strike at him or Marcus, that they would lose their bond as brothers with her return, the fear Athenodora would leave him and the biggest fear of all; he'd lose them all. Lose his wife, his home, his position, and his brothers.

Aro was in much the same state as Caius was in but his eyes were clouded with a deep sadness. Sadness from over all the years of pain he suffered from his little sister's death. An immense guilt was visible in his eyes; the guilt of not only taking away his brother's happiness but for also taking away his own little sister's chance at happiness. Over the years he had tried to hide behind a cheery façade to fool everyone, but his own wife had never really believed this. She knew him too well.

He'd even had his brothers fooled that he was still happy, he couldn't let anyone see how weak he had really gotten so he became stronger and did what he had to do for the good of the Volturi. She thought it was his way of grieving for his sister, she never realised this was his way of also grieving for the brother he had lost the day she died. By always being happy and hiding behind the mask he put up, he was still seen as the strong leader who could deal with anything, including the death of Didyme and Marcus's barely there, catatonic state he was in for months. When he finally snapped out of it, he was a shell and nothing more. He had remained that way for centuries but now? What would happen to him now she was here? His mind had finally caught up to what his eyes say. And there was now one thing that was racing through his mind. How is she here? She's dead. I killed her, I know I did. Time seemed to freeze as he turned to look at Marcus.

Marcus was confused. He didn't understand. How was she here? This wasn't right. She's dead he told himself. They told him this themselves. His brothers even admitted to killing her. She's been dead for centuries. But if that was true then how was she here?

Maybe he had finally lost his mind, he'd already lost his life, and probably lost his mind too was his thought. He'd spent so much time in his memories of her in her garden that he'd finally snapped. He'd become so lost in his mind from his memories of them that he was now imagining her in front of him.

He'd decided his mind was truly a sadist. It wanted to torture him by showing him an image of her. She looked as beautiful as he remembered, though he thought his memories didn't do her justice. She was his little wood nymph always smiling and eyes glittering with happiness. Her eyes were his favourite feature, unlike the others burgundy eyes they sparkled like a dark ruby in the sun. If this was just an apparition then he wanted to gaze in to her eyes just one more time.

When he met her gaze, he didn't understand how his mind could do that. He'd changed the colours of her eyes. They were now a brilliant topaz and though it was different, he thought he'd never seen her more beautiful.

He was brought out of his reverie by the sound of his brother's voice.

"Didyme? Is that really you?" Aro asked, apparently being the first to recover from shock and wanting to say something.

Marcus snapped his head across about to glare at his brother for interrupting something so precious and making his dream love disappear. But when he turned to Aro, he saw Aro wasn't paying attention to where Marcus had previously been staring. He turned back to look there and he was surprised to see her still there. He wondered how she was still here, his daydream was interrupted so she should have disappeared but instead she stayed there looking as regal as ever.

He then realised everyone else was staring at her and wondered how they could see her unless… no he thought. It's not possible. But what's possible and what is went out the window when she answered

"Yes brother, I'm home now."

AN: Hey, Sorry about the wait. I'm glad people still are enjoying this story. I feel a bit mean about not explaining this chapter but I thought I couldn't rush into that and I figured the reactions to this are just as important then being told her story. Agree? Let me know what you guys think. I appreciate everyone who's not only read this story but has given me feedback. I hope you like it. It's taken me awhile to get this the way I want. This has definitely been the hardest chapter to write as of yet. Reviews would be great, thanks.

Alleiya

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