"She who carries the sun and moon shall be the savior of those with which darkness taints their souls."
According to the prophecy, the savior will be forced to make an ultimate sacrifice. The savior comes in the form of a bright-eyed nineteen-year...
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If a great wave shall fall And fall upon us all Then between the sand and stone Could you make it on your own If I could, then I would I'll go wherever you will go Way up high or down low I'll go wherever you will go --Wherever You Will Go by The Calling
(Lorelei's P.O.V)
My entire body felt stiff. The floor beneath me was cold and damp. My eyes slowly fluttered open. Sand? I grabbed a handful of sand and watched as it slipped through my fingers.
I felt my mouth fall open in shock. My ears were ringing. Once the ringing subsided, I could hear the sound of waves crashing in the distance. Slowly, I lifted my head from the sandy pillow and looked out at the never-ending waters. I was on a beach.
What happened last night? I racked my brain but the last thing I remembered was calling Stefan. My eyes widened as I took in my surroundings. I glanced down at my legs and sighed in relief that they were there. Though judging by the strange trail leading from the water's edge, I didn't have legs last night.
"There she is!" I heard a loud, deep voice.
I turned to look in the direction of the voice and saw a man with dark hair emerge from the tree line. He was a large, solid man; his build was oddly bear-like as he approached me. Another figure followed closely behind him. As the second figure got closer, I realized it was a woman. She had long flowing hair the color of gold.
They had pale, porcelain-like skin and golden eyes; they were both so beautiful. Their features instantly reminded me of Edward.
The man flashed me a boyish grin and raised his arms in a non-threatening manner as he walked towards me.
"It's okay. I'm Emmett and this is Rosalie." He gestured to the beautiful blonde woman beside him. "Edward's our brother," he explained in a soothing voice.
The second Edward's name left his lips, my heart stuttered in my chest.
"E-Edward," I whispered in a raspy voice while frantically looking for my friend.
Emmett turned to Rosalie momentarily. "Call Edward."
She narrowed her eyes at me for a split second before sauntering off and placing a phone to her ear. Emmett focused his attention on me once more.
"Do you think you can stand?" He asked softly, as though he was speaking to a child.
"I think so," I mumbled out, still not fully trusting my voice.
I leaned against the giant rock beside me that was jutting up from the earth. I used it for support as I slowly attempted to stand. Emmett had his arms outstretched, ready to assist if need be. My legs wobbled beneath my weight, like a baby deer standing for the first time. I sighed as I leaned against the rock.
