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Post by evanescentlullaby on Mar 28, 2010 3:50:31 GMT
Yes, we've all heard the classic, romantic love tale. Two people, separated by the casualties of nature, born to love one another in an inseperable bond. Through twists and turns have Bella and Edward held onto each other, for the better and for the worse, for the good and bad, for the tradegy and for the joy. Jacob was a fading light, a persistant and crashing wave, fighting for Bella's love with all of the strength he had. But when Edward decided to join them forever - to finally have them, equal partners, together in the long stretch of eternity - their love seemed to know no bounds. And Jacob was officially pushed aside from the picture.  It seemed like a miracle - a huge and glorious miracle - that Bella and Edward could ever think of and have a baby of their own, a small little girl that they could call their child. Their baby. Their Renesmee. She was so small, yet so strong. She could speak through her colorful thoughts, smile with the warmth of a human, eat with the hunger of a vampire. And love, wherever she went, followed her every step. Jacob fell in love with her. Jacob held her in his arms, surprised that he could ever find something like love after what he had been through, after what he had suffered. Little Renesmee was a sight to behold.  The Volturi had seen what had been done. They had heard of the child that Bella and Edward had made, together. Their Immortal Child. Their suspicious never ceased, as the Cullens grew too powerful for their taste, too large for their comfort. And so they sent their leige, their power, to the Cullens. They brought themselves : Marcus, Caius, and Aro, along with the other large amount of Vulturi, and stood up against the Cullens.
What had happened in that field, for that day, was something that Aro to this day still has some struggle thinking over. The opposition that they came forth with, the evidence that they presented, the truth that they spoke. All of them, all of the beautiful peices of vampire that he could just as well use for himself, opposed against him to protect this precious, beautiful little girl. He was curious. He wanted to destroy her. But how could he?
He had to leave. The time had not yet come. His pride was hurt, but that did not mean that eternity would not prove to work itself out for this matter. Aro would not give up.
And so, a plan was formed.
Aro would capture, Aro would kidnap, the small little girl that they treasured so much. He would take her, keep her, and through her life would he keep the Cullens under control. He could keep them under his watch, until his scrutinizing gaze. They couldn't move a muscle with her throat at his fingers.
With that, he made another guard. Another new, fresh face, that he could use in his attempt to capture the small little Renesmee. She held within herself the power to manipulate the shadows, to control the darkness around her. He made her in the few years that he had left the scene with the Cullens. He had made her in the alleyway, seeing the potential in her blood, seeing the pleading scream in her blue hues. He named her Bianca. [/size] The plan hasn't reached the Cullens yet, but rather the Denali. A letter from an old friend of Eleazar's, Henry Rydell, came by express mail to warn them of Aro's plan to steal the child. None of the Cullens know, but Henry fortells a large, and disasterous battle, bigger and more disasterous than any other battle they've ever faced before. The Volturi aren't willing to back down, and the Cullens aren't willing to be taken over. It's family against family, but who will win?
Will Renesmee ever see her family again?
Will the wolves and the vampires agree, one more time, to join forces for the sake of a child?
Will the relationships made be broken during the battle, or strengthened?
Will the newcoming wolves and vampires aide the Volturi, the Cullens, or have a lack of sympathy?
Will the Volturi's reign finally come to an end?
It is only a matter of time, before their time
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