Renesmee and I told our story of being in Brazil. Rosalie had known a long time ago that when Nessie and I escaped the Winter Battle, we'd disappeared to some foreign country but hadn't known where. Only Bella – who'd mind had been protected – had known our location.

Nessie was eager to share the stories of the Tacuna Tribes and their legends; their myths of ancient vampires and theories on our origins, the information that had on Nessie's kind and that they believed she wasn't the only one.

"So why did you leave?" Rosalie asked. I'd jumped from rock to rock, tree to tree, trying to keep myself occupied and moving whereas Rosalie hadn't shifted an inch in the forty-five minutes we'd been waiting.

"It's my fault." Nessie blurted out.

"Hey!" I scolded, "It was not your fault."

"What happened?" Rosalie asked urgently.

"In the months we lived their Nessie only ate their food but after a while, went for a hunt. When she came back they saw the blood. We explained she hunted only animals but…"

"Some of them didn't like me after that," Nessie explained. I'd known at the time it had bothered her, how the children she'd befriended – though knowing her origin – became weary of her from that moment on. The Elders were less eager to share their stories, the families were less comfortable sharing their homes. I'd quickly made the decision to leave.

The retelling of the story bothered Nessie; I could see it in her eyes. I withdrew my phone and launched it to her. "Play that game you like." Her eyes lit up and she immediately unlocked it, tapping and swiping away at the game.

I jerked my chin and Rose caught it, accepting my invitation to join me just outside the clearing. Far enough to stop Nessie from overhearing but close enough to keep her in sight. We'd be back there in a second if we thought she'd be in any danger.

"Can you please tell me what's going on?"

Rosalie nodded, tucking her hands into her coat pockets. "There battle was horrendous but there were some survivors."

The gasp was involuntary, as was the smile that followed. "Who?"

"None of…your kind." She answered after a moment, angling her head as if inspecting the boring dirt at our feet.

I inhaled deeply and nodded, "Yeah…yeah, I felt that."

I'd seen each of their deaths first hand, felt each psychic bond severe until there was only one left. "Brady…" I hadn't realised I'd said the word allowed until she arched a brow. "There was one of us left. Brady, Brady Fuller. Last I felt anything from him, he was alive by the time the battle ended but I haven't felt anything from him in months. He isn't with you?"

"I'm sorry, Jacob," Rosalie said. We both knew what it meant. If Brady wasn't with them, and I couldn't feel him anymore…

"You know about my brother and Bella?" She spoke carefully as if she wasn't sure I knew about them. Just because I did, didn't make acknowledging it any easier. I glanced at Nessie; she hadn't looked up from the phone. I nodded to Rose to continue. "We lost…too many, that day. I mean, the Volturi didn't go without their own losses but in the past year, they've regrouped, turned countless innocents into Newborn's to replenish their numbers. Those of us that survived decided to stick together."

"You'd be dead if you didn't," I answered. "But you keep saying survivors, who?"

"Esme, Emmett and I from the main family." The words seemed difficult for her to say. I'd seen Carlisle's death, seen his body burned by Aro before the battle had even begun. I'd seen through my brothers' thoughts how Jasper had died, how Alice, Edward and Bella were dragged away into the forest, the sound of shattering immortal stone a permanent echo in my mind. "Tanya's alive, Garrett too, mourning the rest of our extended family." She went on to list others. Benjamin, whose power to control the elements contributed to his and his mate, Tia's, survival; haunted by the destruction of their 'parents', Amun and Kebi. Peter and Charlotte, Randall; the nomads. "It started off as the last of us in Denali, healing and mourning and trying to cope with what we'd been through and then…then our sadness became anger and before we knew it, we were preparing again for war."

"With eleven of you?" I scoffed.

"Word spread again. This time, we didn't seek our witnesses, we wanted fighters. Those that had refused us the first time around heard that the Volturi had fallen and knew this was their chance to destroy it forever, now its big players were gone." Big Players being the Trio.

Renesmee's high laugh caught our attention and we spun, to find her eyes still locked on the screen. She looked up to us and waved. "New High Score!"

"Good job," I called back. She resumed the game. We slowly walked back, "So what? There are others now?"

"Yes. There are twenty-five of us now. We each share a common goal. Destroy the Volturi, its new leader, and protect her."

"New leader?"

Rosalie paused suddenly, golden eyes narrowing, plucked brows furrowed. "You…you don't know?"

"Know what? Who's their new leader, Rosalie?"

Rosalie sighed, "Jane, of course."

Asher's Note:

Hey! I wonder what you think of this chapter and who the survivors are and who the new leader of the Volturi is.

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