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It's been a week since I left Forks. I was somewhere up in Alaska, I knew that. I traveled by the winds, not really stopping. The only reason I know I'm in Alaska is because I flew past Juneau and there's no where else to go, other than the ocean. Even I wouldn't have survived the frigid temperatures.
I was in solitude on an island. I've seen a few Nymphs and mermaids so far, but that's it. Nothing is afraid of me, at least, nothing that's ever listened to my rules, but maybe magical creatures were more of a rarity in Alaska. I wasn't sure. The farthest North I had ever been was with Jacob after the invitation to the wedding was sent out, trying to help convince him to come back to Forks to see Bella.
I didn't bring my cell phone for obvious reasons. It was the way the muggles could have tacked me, wolves and vampires could have tracked me by scent had I not had a scent. I was untraceable.
Speaking of the wolves... especially my wolf... I know this makes me a horrible imprint. I know that. But if you felt it, what I felt, the uncontrollable urge to breakdown and crush everything in your path... you would have understood. I thought I was saving people.
I was hunting fish and eating the berries. I sacrificed to the gods with a little of each fish and berry meal I had. As much as I wished it was enough, it wasn't. The lack of a balanced diet was beginning to show; my black circles were even more prominent since my cheeks had sunken in, I was weaker, and my stomach was starting to cave inwards a little.
It wasn't a pretty sight.
But the forest was. It was clear and open, and I could just jump through the trees with freedom. It was a beautiful feeling, really. Something I never even felt at Hogwarts, around the kids that were even relatively similar to what I was.
But tonight was my last night. I was going to go to Spain in the morning to leave the county for a while.
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It was three days later. I was in Ibiza, Spain. Currently, I was in a small market, bartering for some fresh sweet-bread and a bit of homemade jam. The market was full, people bustling, the farmers crowding around their stands, trying to sell their crop to anyone who would listen.
"Eleven euros," I spouted in Spanish to the old woman. She was about sixty, with grey hair intertwined with her dark brown and wrinkly cheeks. She was fun, I could tell, but she knew when she was being lied to or cheated. She was a smart woman. I hope there's people like her back in Forks.
She smiled while we bartered, and it made her look so much happier and younger.
"Twenty," she took the challenge.
"Thirteen,"
"Sixteen,"
"Fifteen."
"Deal," I gave her the money, after knowing she wasn't going to let up, and she handed me the loaf and jar. I smiled, giving her an extra Euro for her kindness before making my way down the market path, eating small parts of the sweet-bread.
I saw vendors selling fish, homemade cakes, homegrown fruits, and everything in between. Eventually, I came to the last stand, that of an old woman. She was a strong soul, I could feel that. Her hair, though thin, was tightly pulled back. Her eyes were heavily wrinkled, so was her forehead, and she had laughter lines around her whole face. At her stand there was small handmade trinkets. There was an odd bracelet next to a ring which was lined with small, costume jewelry diamonds and shoes that were made to look new but clearly weren't.
"Mijo," she called. 'Child'.
"Yes, Ma'am," I returned in Spanish.
"You're wise. Powerful."
"Correct." I nodded as I stopped in front of her.
Her eyes widened as she sat up, grabbing my wrist. "You're the one I've been looking for."
"Excuse me?" I inquired to her, my voice cracking. I had no idea why I was afraid of this woman, but I was. She had no intention to harm me, I thought. I would have felt that in her aura.
"Will you come with me, please. My sister is sick. She isn't getting better. Please." Oh. That makes more sense.
Nodding, I followed the woman as we made our way from the market, tossing a piece of sweet-bread with jam into my mouth.
Eventually, we reached a small home. It was crowded, among many, and was closed by a rickety old door. "Come in, come in," she said.
The lady led me to a back bedroom, and opened the door to an older, skinny woman laying in a bed. Even a human could tell she was sick.
I knew what the woman from the market wanted me to do, and I nodded. I closed up my bag, the sweet-bread and jam now safely tucked inside.
I moved next to the old woman and set my hands on her cheeks. There was a still second, then a light breeze around the room. I had given her some of my power. It wasn't enough to give her powers, it was enough to save her life.
The women both smiled as I stood. The woman who found me, took me into a hug. "Thank you thank you!" She cheered as the other woman went to sleep to rest.
"Come to the kitchen, my dear."
I followed the woman into the kitchen and she handed me an apple and a small container of water. I knew that this was all they could spare.
Taking it gratefully, I gave a wide smile. "I'm glad I could help." My Spanish was a little rusty still, but she seemed to get it. She waved me goodbye as I stepped from the home, walking towards the ocean.
I knew running away wasn't the right thing to do. I panicked and I was rash. But in that moment, what else was I supposed to do?
My body catapulted into the waters, and the icy strait grated against my skin, making every nerve in my body tingle with a kind of excitement. My back arched and my eyes opened as I bared down into the water. Soon, my body was comfortable in the water, and I began to look for the mermaids that I knew were in these waters. They would guide me home.

Hey guys!! It's Clary. So this is the end of this book! Yay! The second book will be up soon. I promise. It was 30 chapters guys! Wow!!
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