Isabel Swan....Danvers? Prologue
Just standing there was torture. Being unable to help her, knowing that every second could be her last, it was the worst kind of torture I had ever gone through. I would gladly have preferred that hundred newborns bit me, if only it meant that she would be safe. That she didn't need to put herself in this kind of danger. But there was nothing I could do. There was nothing anyone of us could do other than stand here and pray. I felt so useless and I could feel the same despair, fear and uselessness radiate from the others. At least from those that mattered. The Volturi and their guard was a different matter all together.
Then it happened; the wall of fire disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared and revealed one figure. One single figure on the ground with a pile of ashes a few feet to the side. She had done it! She had come out victorious!
But why wasn't she moving? Was she hurt? The awful truth crashed down on me at the same time as two cars came into a sliding stop in the driveway. It couldn't be! I ran as fast as I could to her side, along with the rest of my family, hoping beyond belief that I was imagining things. Hoping that I would somehow be proven wrong..
If if had been possible tears would have been flowing down my face as I cradled her in my cold arms. Because I wasn't wrong. My angel, my best friend, had no heartbeat. Bella, the first to truly believe in me, was gone.
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