Hey, everyone! Here's a new fanfic idea I got a few days ago! Hope you'll enjoy it :D

Summary: Bella encounter a strange group of people in the woods after the Laurent incident. They lead her to this camp for people like her. Only one problem; they're in the middle of a war. M cause I'm paranoid. Set in NM and in between TLH and SoN.

Prologue

She ran through the woods at a fast pace. The wolves had been big, too big to be considered normal wolves. Of course, she was glad they had been there, but she didn't know how long it would take before they came back to kill her.

She continued to run, surprised she hadn't tripped already. But then again, she had become more graceful.

Just then, her foot got stuck in a root and she fell, face first, to the ground. Ugh, I talked too soon, she grumbled in her head. She jumped up and continued to run, ignoring the pain that shot through her body from her feet. Blood trickled down her leg. She could feel the warm liquid on her skin. Her stomach churned and she wanted to vomit.

Nevertheless, she kept up her pace, trying to ignore the sudden dizziness that threatened to take control over her and make her collapse.

She fell again. This time, she didn't get up for another ten minutes. She just lay there, thinking about what her life had come to be. Her love had left her just a few months back and she'd started to hang out whit her best friend, Jacob. He'd promised not to hurt her, but he had. He had left her, just like him. He'd promised the same thing, but they had both left her, shattered and broken.

That was when she got angry. They had left her! She stood up and brushed herself off. It was time she took control over her own life and lived it!

She was about to continue to run when a silver arrow flew past her head and connected with the tree in front of her.

AN: so, what did you think? Should I continue? If so, I already have the next two chapters typed out.

Question!

What do you think the Secon Great Prophesy means?

Seven Half-Bloods shall answer the call

To storm or fire the world must fall

An oath to keep with a final breath

And foes bear arms to the doors of death