Far from Forks.
Far from Oregon.
Beyond the towering pine trees and dense thickets lies a secret place, shrouded in mystery. The forest, with its haunting presence, guards a power that no ordinary being dares to approach.
The locals speak of it in hushed tones, too afraid to cross the boundary. Tales of ominous shadows and whispered warnings keep them at bay. Yet, the truth lies hidden behind the forest's foreboding image. It is not a place of danger or chill but a sanctuary—sheltering those within from the true perils of the outside world.
By a bubbling creek, a girl sat alone, immersed in the pages of a book.
The pale moonlight caressed her hair and skin, casting a soft, ethereal glow. To the untrained eye, she might have seemed like a creature from folklore—a fairy born of moonbeams and starlight.
But she was no such thing.
She turned a page, her delicate fingers brushing the edge of the paper, when a sound shattered the stillness.
A howl.
Low and unfamiliar, it echoed through the trees.
She paused, lifting her head to glance over her shoulder.
Her eyes were like crystal-clear pools, reflecting the purity of untouched water. Her skin was flawless, unmarred by time or artifice—a flower blooming defiantly in barren soil. She was both a testament to nature's beauty and a reminder of its fragility.
Another howl pierced the night.
Calmly, she closed her book, her gaze steady as she stared into the shadows beyond the trees.