A quick thank you goes out to Lady-Marina-16.
I also dedicate this chapter to one of my favorite poets of all times, Robert Frost, for giving the world his Stopping by Woods on a Snowing Evening.
Jane
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep
But I have promises to keep
The only sound that was still alive now was the last few song birds chirping lightly to themselves overhead.
The inner cities of France had been a bit loud, and smelled a bit dirty, but there was something about the country's forests which always felt somewhat...enchanted. A fine layer of mist settled in between the trees, leaving only the smallest beams of golden light to spill through the thickness of the braches.
Here it was private and still, appearing to be untouched by mankind, despite the two hikers my brother and I had recently left for dead upon the riverbank.
I glanced up into the skies briefly as I came to a halt on a hidden trail used by various creatures. A snowstorm was approaching, and I could feel it in the air. How poetic the scenery the truly was. It almost made me want to linger, to appreciate the moment since some force of Nature was somehow luring me into it. Though I knew the Volturi wouldn't really support such nonsense thinking. I had a duties, after all. Responsibilities. Expectations. I was sent out on a scouting mission, and we stopped for a quick convenient hunt, nothing more.
Besides, Felix and Demetri would catch up to us soon enough.
Finally, I tore my gaze from the sights ahead to inspect the figure pausing behind me.
Alec stood there steadily, waiting for me, and had his eyes lifted too the skies as well.
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
"Shall we carry on, Brother?" I nearly whispered.
"Yes, Sister, I'm coming." Alec replied, just as softly, as if he were humming the words.