A/N: The first chapter to my my first fanfiction, I'm so excited! I actually got an idea for this from a dream that I had one night after I read a Twilight fanfiction story and rereading A Great and Terrible Beauty. So I hope you all will enjoy it.

-I own nothing that belongs to Stephenie Meyer and Libba Bray. Although I'm sure you can guess which one of the characters is a mix of Bella Swan and Gemma Doyle.

*~*Prologue*~*

I've never really given it much thought as to how my life would be like when I reach

Adulthood. All my life I was destined to up hold a duty to my family and my people.

To be a great and powerful leader and then to one day marry a warrior to continue the tradition of my people and the legacy of my family.

To become the Queen of my world where I must never show weakness and fear to my enemies and to be loved and respected by all.

To forever live with a curse that will be part of me for the rest of my eternal life. To the people of my world they know me as an innocent but to my family they know me as the one who will stop all evil.

But to all the sayings, to all the things I'm destined to become may not come true because everything changes on my sixteenth birthday.

*~*Chapter One*~*

June 4

Logan Airport

Boston, Massachusetts

"Do we really have to move, again?"

My dad gives me the same look that he has been giving me for most of my life, which means that he's about to lecture me. "Alanna, you know as well as I do that we have to go if we want them to agree with the Council."

"And I'm sure you'll find it as good there in London as you did here." My mom says with a smile, always supporting him. Her smile is like murder: a warning not to talk back.

For the past three years I've come to love Boston—way more compared to when I was living in Los Angeles or Seattle. It was fun going to baseball games with Dad and my brother, Tom, at Fenway Park, shopping at the malls, hanging out with friends, having snowball fights and enjoying snow days, being normal—but now everything is going to change all because Dad wants England's Other Realm Council to help out with the American Other Realm Council.

The Other Realm is like the Mortal Realm. The Other Realm is filled with mystical creatures such as vampires, centaurs, werewolves, and witches. Our world is equally divided as it is in the Mortal Realm. Each Mortal continent is another Other Realm Council.

One of the things about being a witch means that you must keep undercover from Mortals and not draw too much attention to yourself. Except for when you're the Princess of the Other Realm, your parents are the King and Queen, and the rest of your family was born into royalty.

"But what if they don't agree. I mean, from what I've learned in world history, the British don't really like Americans." I say.

"Yeah but that's between the Mortals. It's not the same in the Other Realm—even if they have to act the part," my older brother, Tom, says.

"Of course you would know. You've lived there longer than I have and you come and go from there just so you can train to become a Warrior." I say.

"Better than staying here in the Mortal Realm and going to school every day. A Mortal school, I should say. We don't need to go to and fully consider their education of any importance because it's pointless." Tom says, putting more emphasis on the "we" just to define who and what we really are.

"You might not think it's so pointless if you actually showed up to school," I snap back.

"Oh, yeah, well, maybe—"

"Thomas and Alanna Marie Brooks enough!" Dad may not be showing it but he's fuming. I can see the irritation in his clear blue eyes. "The last thing I want to do is to have to deal with this arguing between the both of you." My brother and I look at one another and know that we can't continue our conversation because it will just lead up to a point where the both of us are casting spells at each other.

The more I look back and forth between my brother and father, John Brooks, the more I notice how much they look alike. Tom has always been the one who has the same facial features as my father, same dark-brown hair, same height of six-foot-one. He even has Dad's clear blue eyes; they share a smile that shows all of their teeth and their perfect symmetrical dimples. Tom's even as muscular as Dad, too. The only thing I got from Dad was his dark-brown hair but it's still a mixture with my mom's.

"Your father's right. He needs to be fully rested because it's a very long flight. And when we land we must go over to the British Other Realm Council so we can set the agreement. Am I understood?" Mom finishes by giving us a look with her glass green eyes. A look that she knows will make my brother and I understand.

I have those same eyes. Every detail about my mother, Stephanie's, features were passed on to me except for her hair. Mom has red hair, a nice beautiful red, but what is different is that she has gold in there. Gold so beautiful that it shines all the time in the light. I, on the other hand, have red-black hair, which looks mostly dark-brown. But when it's in any kind of high lighting, the red strands show through. Our hair color makes our flawless, porcelain skin pop out.

Dad says I even act like her at times, but I just don't see it. In the Other Realm, other witches, wizards, and every other magical creature there say I'm just as beautiful as her. But no one can out-beat or be compared to my mom's beauty. I don't think even a vampire can beat my mom, and they're suppose to be beautiful.

I'm snapped back from my inner thoughts when Mom calls out, "Alanna, do you understand what I just said?" Her eyes search my own.

"Yes. I understand perfectly, Mom. Sorry for acting out on you guys." I say, meaning every word.

"Good. Now, we are going to be leaving very soon and—"

"Wait. Aren't we suppose to leave at eight forty-five, and it's…." I look down at my phone and realize that it's eight thirty am. Oh, no. "Dude, this so cannot be right! It can't be eight thirty. Where is…" I start to look around, like a lost child would do looking for her mother, but my searching was for someone else. I am interrupted when I hear my brother making kissing noises.

"Ally, we all know that you're waiting on Cullen," Tom says with a smirk on his face. What I wouldn't give to turn Tom into a bug and have the Mortals trying to stomp on him. Or a pen and forget that it will still be in my carry on.

"I so am not doing anything just to see Edward, Thomas." I can feel the heat starting to rise quickly to my face. That's it. I'm definitely turning him into a bug.

"Son, either way he's going to have follow her because he's her Warrior," Dad says matter-of-factly, but I can see the corners of his lips struggling not to turn up.

Here's how it goes: when a witch reaches the age of fourteen, they are assigned a Warrior who is destined to stay with the witch, or their Charge I should say, for eternity. And if the Warrior failed in protecting his Charge, he has to give up his duty as a Warrior. Another thing about Warriors and their Charges is that they always end up together; it's almost like a soul mate thing. Hey, that's how Mom and Dad met.

"All right, you guys, that's enough." My mom, always the voice of reason, comes to my rescue.

"Besides, Tom aren't you going to go see Violet when we land in England?" I say. I can see that my cheeks aren't the only ones turning pink after asking Tom about his Charge, who happens to be one of my best friends.

"Yeah, so, but that doesn't mean I'll see her straight away," Tom says. His iPhone then makes that weird noise that it makes when it gets a text message. I have a feeling I know who it is.

"Oh, she's texting so early, too, how cute." I say.

"Shut up," Tom says, replying to his Charge's text

"All right, you two, cool it already." Dad says.

"Besides, sweetie," Mom says to me, "I think I see Edward and his brother coming over here right now."

I turn in the direction she's pointing and I see him. Edward Cullen, my Warrior/vampire boyfriend. He's so handsome, polite, determined, yet very stubborn and protective. Which is why he's a great Warrior. Edward is like most vampires—impossibly perfect in every way. He always has his bronze hair messy, but it still always looks great on him. He's tall, smart, and muscular from his training—basically the perfect guy. I still remember the first time I met him—Christmas three years ago when my family lived in Seattle. And all thanks to my brother, too, just like how I introduced Tom to Violet.

"Hello, Your Highness." Edward says, by giving me a bow and kissing my hand like a proper gentleman that he—and just about every other guy in the Other Realm—is. I can feel a blush start to creep up to my cheeks.

"Hello, Ed—Mr. Cullen." I say, feeling a little strange about having to address him like that and for him having to address me by the title I loathe.

"And hello to you as well, King John and Queen Stephanie." Edward says, bowing for my parents.

"Yes, hello, Your Majesties." Edward's brother, Emmett, says to the rest of us and bows.

"Hello, guys," Dad says, for the sake of the people crowding around the gate entrance, hoping that no one heard Edward or Emmett call us by royal names. "It's good to see that the both of you have made it here safely."

"And on time, too, because Alanna was starting to freak if Edward didn't show up." Tom says. As if my cheeks aren't pink enough from Edward's kiss, I bet they're even worse now.

"Hey, don't worry, Princess. Eddie here was up until four a.m. thinking about the flight and you all night." Emmett says, laughing. Edward looks away, feeling embarrassed—like me—for what our brothers have just said about us.

"Yeah, thanks, Em," Edward says, glaring at his brother.

"Don't mention it, bro."

"And besides, Em, man, won't you be seeing Carrie real soon in London?" Edward says with a smirk, reminding Emmett about his Charge, who is my other best friend.

"Oh, yeah, that's right. You will be seeing Carrie real soon just like how Tom will see Violet in London as well." I say. "I don't think that you two would want to keep my best friends waiting in London all alone and unprotected because of their Warriors not being there, such a shame."

"Flight 4021, nonstop to London, is now boarding. Flight 4021, nonstop to London, is now boarding," says a woman on the loudspeaker.

"Well, we better get going we've got a flight ahead of us, and the sooner we get on the plane the better." My dad says looking at him watch.

"All right. Does everyone have their tickets?" Mom asks.

"Yes, Mom," Tom and I say, while Emmett and Edward nod in agreement.

"Okay, then, let's go to our new home, guys."

"I call dibs on the window seat," Emmett says.

"Dude, I thought I was going to get the window seat?" Tom says.

"Too bad, I'm getting it," Emmett says with a smirk.

"You ready?" Edward asks, taking my hand.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I say, hoping that he believes that the words are true, even though something in my body seemed to fall onto my stomach when I responded.

"Come on. Let's go."

Good-bye, Boston. I will truly miss you. Actually I think I'll be missing a piece of myself.

Did you guess which character was the mix of Bella and Gemma? It's Alanna. Dark hair. Green eyes. No? Let me know what you think. Please review.