Ok guys. So first of all, thanx for the reviews! I was touched. Really I was! So since all of you put this on alerts faves and other stuff then I decided to continue it. This chapter Is short but do not fear! The plot is near! Lolz read REVIEW and enjoy!

Isabella (pov)

My father always told me to be as silent as I can, to melt into the backdrop until not one could possibly sense my presence. 'That way no one will have the need to do you harm' he used to say after coming home from a long day of excruciating work at the fort. He'd put the few scraps of food he managed to smuggle from the royal kitchen and we would both sit down and eat it slowly, savoring every bite.

But every time he said that, my heart distended. i was only seven by the time he passed away, leaving me helplessly alone in the cruel world with as much as a dirty apartment and a handful of memories. After he crossed the border to land of the dead I obscured myself in the darkest corner of our dilapidated house. Those days will forever remain in my memories. Three days of rocking back and forth, head perched deep inside the knees, crying and sobbing, while memories of a weary smile, a set of sun kissed hands gently stroking my back and my hair and shimmering dark brown eyes swirled in my head. Three days of darkness and complete isolation that will forever be imprinted in my brain.

Of course that was until the guards came barging through the door. Their spotless armor reflected the sun that streamed from outside. After three days of darkness and shadows, the bright light stabbed my eyes forcefully, and it took quite a while until I could see properly. They advanced quickly and grabbed my arm.

I remember being dragged out of the house, if you could call it a house without my father, kicking and screaming. They took me to the Hale's fortress and shoved me into the servant wing. I sat on the cold grown bawling my eyes out, until a tall blond woman came to me and took me to her room, which she shared with a little boy about my age, with dark black hair and eyes and reddish brown skin.

That was the first time I met Embry and my mother. Of course, she doesn't share any drop of blood similar to mine, but her motherly tenderness and caring had grown on both Embry and me to the point where we both looked upon her as our mother.

Embry and I grew to be thick as thieves. As little children we used to stick together as if someone had glued our limbs together. As the years passed by our friendship grew to that of siblings. He dedicated most of his free time to me, acting like a well over protective brother he made himself to be.

But there were things that even Embry couldn't shield me from, Things that where whispered in hushed fright among the servant in the most isolated parts of the hallways, or the darkened rooms after the twilight faded its last rays into the distance. Each afraid to call it by its name, afraid that just by saying it, they may bring it upon themselves.

I sighed and rolled in my bed, failing to lull myself to sleep.

The room was silent, save for a few mild snores here and there.

My eyes traveled slowly over the room and stropped at my dresser, a wooden chunk of furniture that Embry made me with his bare hands.

My eyes went on their own accord to the last drawer, the one I open every week or so, if only for one rushed peek.

I crawled out of bed, shivering from the lack of heat and advanced to the drawer.

My fingers shook as I pulled it slowly open. Inside was a small doll. I held it in my hand, feeling like the little five year old I was when I got it. To this day I don't know how my father managed to graft it to me. Her blond curls where filthy and the once white wings ragged. But it was the most beautiful thing in my mind. I could see my father smiling proudly as he watched me carefully unwrapping it on Christmas morning.

I took a deep breath. 'I will NOT cry' I chanted in my head. I already shed too many tears.

I was so wrapped up in my mind that I didn't notice him until his arms draped around my shoulders. I didn't need to ask. i already knew who it was. I was highly familiar with the deeply muscled rusted arms that now rested on my shoulders.

"shhhhhh" he soothed, rubbing my back slowly and resting his head on the top of mine.

I leaned my head back into the nape of his neck and stifled a sob.

"I miss him Embers" I wailed inaudibly.

He pulled me closed to him and kissed the top of my head. "I know you do." He whispered. "But I'm darn sure he didn't want you weeping over him"

"Then what else can I do?" I asked sniffling.

His familiar black eyes bore into mine and he picked me up. "Make him proud. Show him how good you can do with your life" he put me down on the bed and pulled the blanket up to my chin, just like when we where eight and used to put each other to sleep when mom was out on night shift.

I smiled weakly, pulled myself up by my elbows and shot him a pleading look. "Stay with me tonight?"

He sighed. "Bell you know we can get in huge trouble." But one look at my face made him shake his head, smirk and mutter "scoot aside"

I smiled and curled into his warm chest. I inhaled his familiar scent that lulled me slowly to sleep and thought 'home sweet home'.