Lunar Legacies

Chapter Two

DISCLAIMER: I already told you this! I don't own these characters, I didn't create them, Stephanie Meyer did!

Renesmee spent the rest of the morning in quiet contemplation. After Jacob left to meet with Sam and the pack, she wandered back into the house, her thoughts still swirling with the conversation they’d had. The Cullen home was a place of comfort, filled with the scent of old books, polished wood, and the faint sweetness of vampire presence. The walls, lined with memories and artifacts from countless lifetimes, were a testament to her family’s history.

Esme was in the kitchen, arranging a bouquet of wildflowers she’d gathered from the meadow nearby. Despite the fact that no one in the family ate regular food, Esme still loved to cook and decorate the house, finding joy in making their home as welcoming as possible. Renesmee smiled as she watched her grandmother, her movements graceful and precise, every action infused with love.

“Good morning, Nessie,” Esme greeted her warmly, looking up from her work. “How was your walk?”

“Good,” Renesmee replied, crossing the room to kiss Esme on the cheek. “Just needed some fresh air.”

Esme’s eyes, warm and golden, studied her granddaughter for a moment. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately—going off on your own.”

Renesmee hesitated, not wanting to worry her family, but knowing she couldn’t hide her feelings from them. “I guess I’ve just had a lot on my mind.”

Esme nodded knowingly. “It’s understandable. You’re growing up, Nessie. It’s only natural to start questioning things, to wonder what else is out there.”

Renesmee sighed, leaning against the counter. “But what if I’m supposed to be doing something more? What if there’s something I’m missing?”

Before Esme could respond, the front door opened, and Bella and Edward entered, their presence filling the room with a sense of calm. Bella’s eyes immediately found her daughter, her expression softening as she took in the sight of Renesmee standing there, her features a blend of both her parents but uniquely her own.

“Morning, Ness,” Bella said, moving to wrap her daughter in a quick hug. “Everything okay?”

Renesmee returned the hug, but she couldn’t help the slight frown that tugged at her lips. “Yeah… just thinking about stuff.”

Edward, ever perceptive, raised an eyebrow. “Anything in particular?”

Renesmee hesitated, then decided to voice the thoughts that had been plaguing her. “I’ve been feeling… restless, I guess. Like there’s something I should be doing, or finding out, but I don’t know what.”

Edward exchanged a glance with Bella, his expression unreadable. Bella bit her lip, clearly concerned, but she nodded slightly, as if they’d had this conversation before.

“Maybe it’s just part of growing up,” Bella offered gently. “You’re at that age where everything seems uncertain, where you start questioning the world and your place in it.”

Renesmee shook her head. “But it’s more than that. It’s like something’s calling to me, pulling me toward… I don’t even know. It sounds crazy.”

“It doesn’t sound crazy,” Edward said softly. “You’re unique, Renesmee. There’s no one else like you in the world. It’s possible that what you’re feeling is a result of that—something tied to your nature, something we can’t fully understand.”

Bella stepped closer, her hand resting on Renesmee’s arm. “But whatever it is, we’re here for you. We’ll figure it out together.”

Renesmee smiled, comforted by their support, but the unease still lingered. She wanted to believe that everything would be okay, that whatever was stirring inside her would resolve itself in time. But deep down, she knew that this was just the beginning—of what, she wasn’t sure.