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Prologue

Death? I see it as a game, I play it every day. It doesn't bother me, I've been through death and I have come back, many of times. I do not fear death, if it comes, it comes. I do, however, anticipate it greatly. I do not welcome it with open arms, but I do greet it. I seek it, I thrive for it, I live through it.

Dying was always an option, an option I sometimes beg for but do not get. Though I skillfully dodge death at times, I regret it at other times.

What am I, you may be asking. I am an Angel, a princess and possible queen. No, I do not have a halo and wear blinding white day and night. I am not sent from heaven but from a realm far from the planet Earth. I watched thee Earth being created, it brought tears to my eyes at how remarkably made it was. To see it now brings tears to my eyes for a different reason.

It's bent out of shape, corrupted. It holds no beauty, it only holds war and violence. The humans trash the world with racism, violence, war, and hatred. No longer will the glorious polar bears walk their icy floors, no longer will the ice caps of Greenland or Antarctica will stay afloat, man kind has destroyed all beauty.

But I have taken an oath to protect man kind, so I must live on the corrupted planet called Earth, and seek out all evil.

Which is why.... Why my future daughter must live. I fear that my life here on Earth won't last as I have anticipated, my daughter must take my place as Queen.

"I love her already, my lady." Charlie, a long time personal guard of mine and husband, says to me.

I smile and look down at my large belly. "Yes, she will be quite the glorious one."

"Our daughter... What will we name her?" Charlie asks.

I looked down once again and smile wider. My hand gently caresses the stomach as I think of the perfect name.

"Maveralesae Isabella Marie Swan." I spoke.

Charlie laughs aloud. "Quite a mouth full don't you think?"

"Well Mavralesae is my mothers name, Isabella is your mothers name, and Marie is my little sister's name, why not? For short we'll just call her Bella."

Charlie ponders the name and smiles genuinely. "Perfect," he walks up to my belly and softly pats it. "Bella, my beauty, she will be a blessing to the Earth."

"Truly, but I sense a long life for her. A long and very dangerous life."

"I foresee that as well, but I pray she will have luck on her side."

I chuckle. "Luck is a virtue is all I'm gonna say."

ONE MONTH LATER

"Push, milady! Push!" The doctor orders me. I push as hard as I could but the pain is unimaginable. I try and try but nothing!

"My love, come on, push, push for our little beauty." My husband croons in my ear. I gave one last big push, feeling more bullets of sweat drip, and finally the sweet scream of a child rings out through the room. I almost leap for joy as I see my first child, she is quite a magnificent beauty.

The doctors wrap her in a white linen shroud and place her in my awaiting arms. I look down at her and smile, but as soon as the child looked up at me, my smile disappeared.

"Charlie!" I call in fright.

Charlie turns around and looks at me with eyes wide open. "What? What is it?!"

"She-she has red eyes! Blood red eyes!" I yell.

Charlie touches her forehead and closes his eyes, he's seeing the future.

"This isn't Isabella, my love. Prepare for another contraction," as soon as he said that, another wave of pain shoots through my body, it hurt so badly that I screamed out. Charlie grabbed the baby and put her back in another woman's arms, I couldn't tell who but I believe it was my little sister.

"Okay, okay. Baby number two! Now on a count of three... 1... 2...3... PUSH!" He orders. I push but once I push I feel weak. "No, no, no! Don't give up, do this for Isabella! For the sake of the Earth, push!''

And with that, I push, I push harder than before. I push with such immense force the baby pop's out and another scream fills the room. I lay down, taking a towel and wiping up my forehead which oozed in sweat.

This is it, this is my little Bella. I look over to her wailing form and smile widely as I see that she's perfect in every way.

"Renee, I sense great power from this one." I hear Marie say as she looks down at my first child.

I frown. "What type of... Power?" I ask hesitantly.

Marie looks at me then, her eyes in a filmy grey color, she must be seeing. But as the film of grey slowly evacuates her eyes I sense her fright. She looks at Isabella.

"Isabella... I sense no power in her." Marie murmurs.

"What do you mean? She has to have power, she's my daughter! Now tell me, what type of power does Demetria hold?" I growl.

"Demetria, she holds the power, but of little. In time it will grow." She says finally.

"But Isabella..." I trail off.

Marie smiles at me grimly. "Let me hold my other niece, please." I hand over the child to my sister. As soon as the baby is placed in her arms, Marie's eyes cloud over. As minutes pass, I saw her shake and shudder, I heard gasps of fright.

"This, this child, has power!" Marie bellows, still in her vision state.

I stare at her incredulously.

"But you said-"

"Silence, my sister! And open your ears!" Marie cuts me off. "This infant will grow up to be the most powerful being to ever be created. Nothing will be able to stop this child! Her power will be weak, but no, it will grow, and grow! Soon enough her power will reign and her power will fear all man kind!" I did not like this, my sister is scaring me, but I refuse to allow this nonsense.

"Nonsense! This child is mine! Her power will help, not destroy! Is it that you favor her," I point to Demetria. "And not the chosen one! You're mad!"

Marie angrily thrusts Isabella into my arms.

"I will never favor a child, the one who favoring is you! It is obvious that you love that-that monster more than your first born!"

"My Bella will never be a monster! NO matter how great her power is, she will be good! How dare you call her such a foul name! Leave, leave at once!" I bark out. Marie glares fiercely at me and swiftly walks away, her departure leaving a slight breeze.

I look down at my daughter, my beauty, and smile. "I love you, my beauty." I kiss her forehead but as soon as my lips came in contact a vision slipped through my mind.

I saw people, people running in terror away from fire and darkness. I could quite tell what it was but all I can see was absolute beauty, a figure of beauty and darkness. Her hair is long a flows down to her waist beautifully, the color is a lovely brunette with striking red highlights. Her eyes glow in a spectacular green, glowing in the filmy darkness of smoke and ash. Her figure is slim, but she is remarkably filled out with curved breasts and a body that can never be let go. Her skin is flawless and white as snow, only bringing out her eyes. I couldn't help but think that I was a boring rock compared to this wonderful diamond, who is she? I had to know!

I slowly walk to her but stop as a body falls onto the ground in front of me. I stare at this body in awe because in the tragic death she was as beautiful as the dark figure. Except this body had red eyes, ruby red eyes, and purple highlights. Twins, perhaps? I kneel down and look over the wounds of the body, but I feel as though its too late to save this child, she is far to gone. She has burn wounds all long her arms, her legs marred to the bone, and her face bore a long gash from the temple to the bottom of her chin.

I look up to see the dark figure approach me with a devious smirk smeared on her face. As she approaches it seems as though she is floating, her hair flows behind her, and her striking green eyes glow ominously.

I look down at her twin but my eyes cast back up to her. "Did you do this, child?! Did you kill your own sister?" I ask her. The figure laughs out loud, first a laugh with a dark brooding tone almost as if she is far away, then a laugh similar to mine as if she has come closer.

"Yes, yes, I did do this! But this whore deserved it! She made me do this, she did!" She bellows out. I look at her, my eyes scouting for some indication as to who she is.

"Who are you?" I whisper.

The woman bends over to my kneeling level and stares into my eyes. "Why, I'm your daughter!" She laughs again. I stare dumbfounded by her answer But then, I look at the body on the ground and gasp.

"Hello, mummy." Isabella says.

Gasping, I pulled away from Bella's forehead and stare in amazement. Tears slowly streaked my cheeks as realization hit me. I shook my head grimly.

"What will we do with you, what will we do with you..."

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