Forest Blue

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Prologue 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

May 1st, 2013
Dear Diary,

It had been six years since the Volturi rain hell on my family and the wolves. With Auntie Alice's vision, Aro and the rest of the Volturi retreated back to Italy.
However, as my dad and other family members have stated, Aro never backs down.
He's a schemer and he's not gonna stop until he gets what he wants.
Every single thing he does is crafted and calculated like a chess game.
We know the Volturi will return someday. We can feel something is brewing.
For the past six years, life has been great and fun. I will hit full maturity in one more year and we fear that's when Aro will come again. If not sooner to be honest. I try not to think about it though.

Summer is coming soon. I have so many plans.
Forks has grown a little over the past few years. With more people more events in town have been popping up and this summer is no exception.
I can't wait to do things around town with Jacob and the others. I still can't shake this odd feeling though. Neither can my parents and the wolves. We feel we are being watched...carefully. Every time I find myself on LaPush beach, I can't help but stare in uncertainty at the ocean.

I'm sure it's just my nerves, but you can never be too careful.

- Nessie

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Eighteen is a pivotal age, marking the transition to adulthood. It's a time when you can get a tattoo, vote, buy a lottery ticket, get married, and even serve on jury duty—all milestones that many eagerly anticipate. Yet, for me, these rites of passage hold little appeal. Instead, this year is about choosing between the human world and the mysterious realm below.

As a storm rolled in, I saw it as the perfect opportunity to ride the currents to La Push. My goal was to reach my grandparents' place in Forks as swiftly as possible. The human world was calling me.

"Please let us know when you arrive," Mom said, hugging me tightly. I felt Dad's arms encircle us both.

"Stay safe, and remember everything we've taught you," he added. I pulled back and looked between them, my resolve firm.

"I promise," I replied before breaking away.

"And don't forget to say hi to your grandparents for us!" Mom called out as I gave a quick thumbs-up and dove into the dark waters alone for the first time.

The journey from my pod to Forks was daunting and exhilarating, my first solo venture without the safety of my pod. I swam steadily, driven by a blend of fear and excitement. The human world had always fascinated me, and I thrived on the rare occasions I ventured above the surface.

As the water temperature changed, I knew I had reached the Pacific. Soon, I found myself washed ashore on La Push beach. I had chosen the cover of the night deliberately to avoid being seen. My parents had given me precise directions to my grandparents' cottage, and as the cold wind whipped against my bare skin, I shivered while making my way along the path they had described.

La Push and Forks radiated a mystical energy that intrigued me. I sensed that my time here would be anything but ordinary.