A Veritable Who's Who!

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My name is Bella, actually, my given name is Belladonna Mariette Swein, it's a mouthful for sure, but it's a well-kept secret as well. The world beyond Forks thinks it is Isabella Marie Swan, but that's neither here nor there. Before I start in on boring you all with my own story, I need to give you all a short history lesson. Not one you humans would get in your schools, oh no! This is about ancient magic!

This is the rough history of the magic that is here in Forks, Washington. In case you don't know where that is, it's here in the United States of America. Way, way up there on the far left-hand side to be precise. As far as you can go, before hitting the border between America and Canada. Every so often in the grand scheme of cosmic signs and portents, lay lines and ancient free magic, they combine together in one vicinity.

Thus drawing the supernatural to that location. Such a place could be called almost anything, this particular place is called, as I said before, Forks, Washington. As was the way in the very beginning, before humans existed here or anywhere actually. Each type of Fae went about its business and kept itself secret. Therefore separate from the rest of the Fae and this went on for many millennia.

However, little by little similar types made themselves known to each other. Like for instance, the nymphs or sprites, the woodland ones were much more curious about their surroundings and let the water ones see them going about their day-to-day business. Still not interacting but cautiously aware of each other. All living in harmony, sharing their world equally and with no other motive but to enhance the gifts of Jörð or Mother Nature herself.

That was until later when larger humanoid Fae entered the picture along with the advent of humans. So where once they complimented each other in their quest to uphold the balance of nature alone, now we had opposites and enemies. As the humans evolved and covered the globe so too did the Fae from their homelands, many predatory and parasitic in nature.

The New World, now instantly became a dangerous and volatile place. As each different type vied for a position, some for dominance, others only looking for a peaceful existence. Then for whatever reason one or two from each type of light Fae were slowly drawn to smaller places like Forks. Treaties, covenants and bindings were put in place to ensure some measure of safety for all.

As Witches, shamans, Shapeshifters, Fairies, Mere folk and Elementals also arrived and were happy to live side by side with small groups of humans and each other. Darker Fae took themselves off and although no longer hidden still remained separate, from the Light Fae and humans. But they live in other magical locations.

Usually larger and more dangerous, like 'New Orleans', 'Las Vegas' or 'New York' where many humans reside, being their prey. These were usually Vampires, Goblins, Warlocks, Djinn, Trolls and Werewolves. The other smaller Fae who weren't interested in the humans for good or bad just kept on as before doing Mother Nature's business and keeping out of the bigger Fae's way.

As time passed lines between the Light Fae started to blur as Witches married Fairies or Shapeshifters mated with Mere folk and so on. Eventually including the humans into this large melting pot of magic and now non-magic beings. But the Dark Fae stuck to their own individual groups and rarely mingled, unless absolutely necessary.

This status quo has existed now for many years, once in a while one group of Dark Fae try to get control and are slapped down by the others and we keep out of the way as best we can. So that brings me neatly to my story, as I said I'm Belladonna Mariette Swein. Unbeknown to those beyond Forks, I'm both a human and semi-immortal.

Most importantly I'm an Elemental Witch, watered down from our long-ago ancestors of Norse mythology. I live here along with my father, he is a Wizard and like me part human and also semi-immortal. My mother was fully human and unfortunately couldn't handle the truth when it all came out. So, Charlie, that's my dad, it's Karlis really.

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