Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga. It belongs to the wonderful Stephanie Meyer. I own my OC and the plot of the story as it progresses.

He recalled very little of that night. Only glimpses. Glimpses of his sister's tear stained face.

He remembered her scream of agony as the fire licked at her skin. He remembered her thrashing against her binds, surrounded by flames.

He remembered the fire, the pain. The torturous pain as the fire devoured him.

But, he remembered their faces. The glorious faces of Aro, Marcus and Caius, as they came to their rescue. He remembered how they destroyed the village, wiping them all out. As he and his sister writhed in pain in the arms of the wives throughout their transformation.

Only glimpses.

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