Unknown
Far away from Forks.
From Oregon.
From the States.
Passing through the monstrous pine trees and heavy bushes lies a secret place that no other normal being has ever dared to step across the forest's haunting image lay a great power.
Locals were afraid to step into the territory, never dared to trespass what lies beyond.
But such a masquerade unveils the truth of its omened atmosphere. It was not a place of danger or cold, but a protection from the real dangers outside its trees.
There, by the creek, there, a girl in a beige sundress, lost in a book.
The pale moonlight shone upon her hair and skin, fabricating an imminent glow that one stranger could've mistaken her for a fairy.
But she was far from it.
As she turns another page, a loud and unfamiliar sound of a howl was heard.
She lifted her head up and turned to look over her shoulder.
Her eyes were pools of clear blue water. Her flawless skin held no blemishes nor any artificial product as if she was a flower that managed to grow in dead soil. She was a true vision of one of world's greatest accomplishments and destructions.
Another howl was heard.
She closed her book.